casoncohen

[casoncohen]

magic-ellie​:

“Oh, stop it!” Ellie rolled her eyes but managed to blush at his words, moving on the bed to stare at the roof so he could not see it. “I think whatever it is that made you sick is affecting your brain too and your eyesight. Maybe you’ll turn into a zombie.” No other man spoke to her the way he did and that’s what made her fall in love with him. He had a way with words and it only seemed natural that he had so much success with his book. “Besides, you stole that line from one of your characters, I remember,” she smirked. “The bad boy in town, the one who’s like you but with a more dark personality, I don’t remember his name. Something with S? Scott or Steve.” She read some of his work before because he was kind enough to share it. Ellie knew that some writers were very private but Cason liked when she gave her opinion on a certain scene or character development. 

She took a look at the bed and frowned. “There’s way too many tissues here. Men are all pigs after all,” Ellie stood up and began to collect them. “You’re going to get sick thanks to your own trash, Cason.” She then opened the window because the air smelled like actual dust. Then she went back to him to make sure the covers were giving him the warmth he needed.  “I’ll bring you some water, alright?” Her hand touched his cheek before going downstairs to the kitchen. 

She took the bag she had brought with her and put the small container of soup inside the microwave to heat it while she cut a few pieces of peach and but them in a bowl. Next the grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and a glass. Cason needed to keep hydrated and his voice sounded horrible. His poor throat was probably irritated. In all these months Ellie had never seen him sick so it was strange. He saw her with a bloody nose the past summer but she had always been healthy, probably thanks to her aunts and the magic teas that made her drink. 

She put all of that on top of a tray and carried it back to his room. “Food is here, come on, sit,” Ellie took a seat on the bed and put the tray on top of her knees. “I got you some water and fruit. Also, my aunts sent you chicken soup with some special ingredients to make you all healthy again,” she smirked. “I think it’s a secret spell. Bunny’s foot, a dog’s ear, red leaves and a vampire’s fang, you know? The usual ingredients.” She bit her lower lip and smiled at Cason. “They also said no kisses. They don’t want you to make me sick.” 

He was watching her every moment, the way her mouth curved when she spoke, the way her chest heaved when she laughed; she was like a drug, intoxicating and utterly addictive. It was the only way he thought he could describe it besides a moth to a flame. He knew that he would follow her where ever he went, he’d always be there by her side to make sure her day was okay and for better or worse, even if he hadn’t popped the question yet, she would one day make the most beautiful bride. He hadn’t experienced love like this before, the type that consumed him and made each breath feel worth it; it was something he hoped he never had to give up. He prayed each night with gratitude for what he’d been gifted with. ‘’I can’t stop it.’’ Cason complained with a whiny like voice, as he coughed a chuckle out at best. 

‘‘My brain is infected with this redecoration of the apartment.’‘ Cason playfully jibed at the apartment decor that had began but had now halted due to his sickness. He hoped that in no time the place would be perfect; he needed it to be perfect before he popped the question, he wanted her to be his forever, that much he knew. It would only be a matter of time now. 

‘‘Hey--- that was a good line and I did create it thank you very much.’‘ Cason defended, his playful grin something he could never hide around her, it always seemed to find it’s way to his features as he stared up at her, hand reaching out to let his fingers brush against her soft silk like skin, wrapping his pinky finger around hers. He was good at the cute stuff, he remembered vividly how much his mother had wanted that from his father, although that dream never came true; it was a shame, but she was better off without him, that was for sure. 

‘‘Thank you.’‘ He barked out, the need for water was even more evident now that Ellie had mentioned it, as he took a minute to watch the ceiling fan spin. He really hated being sick, he always got so bored. He was hoping that it’d move on quicker, it’d seemed to go on forever, as he reached up to wipe his forehead which was thick with sweat, he whined. How could he feel so cold but yet to touch was piping hot? He just wanted it to go away. 

He heard her come back as he looked at her, and pushed up to sit as commanded. He was listening to her when he gulped thickly. He really didn’t want to eat that. Could he do it for Ellie? He watched her for a moment as he debated before he shook his head at her. 

‘‘Your aunts really put all that in there?’‘ He asked with wide eyes as he looked too the soup and began shaking his head ‘‘No baby no please don’t make me eat the soup, I don’t wanna consume little creatures I’d rather keep as pets.’‘ Cason begged, pouting his bottom lip and kicking his legs as he threw his body down against the bed in hopes that he could simply weasel himself out of it. But it was the next statement that caught his attention. 

‘‘No kisses at all?’‘ Now he really sounded like a child as eyes were wider and rounder. 

[casoncohen]

evierhodcs​:

closed starter for @casoncohen location: evie’s townhouse, the palacio

Saturday mornings were for sleeping in, whether it be alone or with whatever company she chose to keep the night before - this particular day, it was the latter. As much as Evie was adamant about this having no strings attached, she also didn’t mind letting Cason stay the night as long as he didn’t think it meant they’d be making brunch the next morning together. It wasn’t until she heard barking that she immediately sat up in bed, knowing exactly what Honey’s yapping meant: she wanted food. “Sorry, I forgot to mention this little one,” she apologised to Cason as the Pomeranian came darting into the room, excitedly waiting at the foot of her owner’s bed. Evie reached for the jersey that was closest to her, a Tampa Bay Lightning one, and slipped it on over her head, patting the hard wood floors under the bed in an effort to find the black shorts she had been wearing before she and Cason engaged in their late night activities. “You’re not allergic or anything, are you?” she asked cautiously, hoping that the answer was no. 

Cason knew that his head was pounding as he kept his eyes firmly closed, he could feel the morning sun that was burning him lightly in it’s glow, he stirred. Cason had been having one of those dreams that he wished he never had to wake up from, it’d been a happier time in his life. But it wasn’t a true memory of it, just one his brain had orchestrated; he wasn’t sure if it was to induce pain or to relinquish the bad memory he had of it. Either way a small smile had worked it’s way onto his face, eyes still firmly closed. 

The bark however jolted him back to reality of the night before, realising he was in fact not in his own bed but the one of his new friend, Evie. He let one eye open as he peaked at her for a moment a joking groan as he rolled over and buried his face into the pillow. He loved dogs but he wished he could have stayed in that moment for just a little while longer. 

‘‘Don’t apologise, all kind of pups are the best kinda pups’‘ Cason called out with his face still buried in the pillow, finally twisting until he was once again on his back, taking another look at her and a grin broke out across his mouth as he laughed lightly. ‘‘I’m not allergic, don’t you worry.’‘ He pushed to sit up as he ran a hand through his unruly hair, looking over too her and taking in her morning beauty for just a second, a snap shot, an image he’d captured in his mind.

‘‘I have to say Evie..’‘ he trailed off as he shook his head slightly. ‘‘You were exceptional last night.’‘ Cason stated and put it bluntly. He didn’t want to sugar coat it, hoping that it wouldn’t get weird because all he could say was that he’d enjoyed himself. It made him feel free, something that he very rarely felt these days. The connection was fantastic, and that was what he liked, nothing too complicated. ‘‘I honestly think you could teach me...a lot.’‘ He laughed.

It was one thing he’d never felt confident in about himself, maybe it was because there had never been many women in his life. He’d always been a long term relationship, the exploration had never been his strong suit but he was amazed by the woman beside me. 

Just sweet simplicity. 

[casoncohen]

ofbecketts​:

Perhaps it was a dream, or maybe it was a nightmare, but whatever it was that had roused Beck from a deep slumber was not letting him fall back asleep no matter how hard he tried. He couldn’t even remember it now, what had caused the anxiety to grip at his chest and pulled him from his REM cycle, but that didn’t matter now. What mattered now was that Beck was stuck wandering the same streets he had once known and had to continue reckoning with the fact that everything had changed. He hadn’t wanted things to change. Selfishly, he had wanted everything to stay the same, for these streets to be the same ones he had wandered as a boy, for the roller rink to be exactly preserved from all the times he and his friends had smoked behind it, for the all the little rivers and creeks to have never risen or fallen, just stayed put, like a memory frozen in time.

But life didn’t work that way, and more often than not Beck found himself traveling down the same routes he had once taken on his bike as a teenager, now on foot with a cigarette between his fingers. Though then, he supposed, he’d also usually had a cigarette between his fingers. Quitting had never been possible for Beck, not when he already had so many other vices he found it impossible to let go of. He figured that keeping one was better than keeping all of them. He stopped in a particularly clear part of the street, the treeline separating just enough to encircle the moon in a wreath of branches as he gazed up through them, taking another drag from his cigarette. Life here, he supposed, could be beautiful every once in a while.

His feet pumped against the ground, each breath coming out in a grunt as sweat tried to penetrate his eyes and heart hammering in time which could be heard in his ears. It was at night that he liked to do this, to try and clear his head as best as he could especially when his mind was blocked and the writing wasn’t flowing to the paper, it was coming out disjointed and completely and utterly useless for the book in works. He wondered if it was because Ellie was back in town, and the scrap that he’d had with Derek and the weird feeling of jealousy that had taken over him in that moment. He hadn’t felt feelings like that in a long time. 

It almost made him feel alive again. He’d even started writing more. Intriguing, he thought.

Finally he slowed his running, breath hot and heavy as he doubled over, hands on thighs as he tried to regain his composure, knowing he still had a way till he got back to his property. Looking up his eyes zoned in on another human who was obviously nocturnal like himself, standing up he waved, still out of breath, a laugh following. 

‘‘Evening mate, you got one to spare?’‘ He asked in regards to the cigarettes. His were at home.

[casoncohen]

𝓦𝔂𝓪𝓽𝓽  &  𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓸𝓷

LOCATION — CASON’S APARTMENT TIME — SATURDAY. JUNE. 8:00PM — @wyattmontgomery​

The orange and yellow fire danced and crackled as the sound of music played dull in the background, the cool glass of whiskey, one ice cube to be exact sat in his hand as he adjusted himself in the plush leather seating. There was one thing he loved, his apartment. It was exactly how he’d envisioned it and more. He sighed in contentment, letting his eyes wander over too his friend who he’d had over in regards to the book that sat on the table between them. 

‘‘So come on’‘ Cason beckoned as he arched a bushy brow in Wyatt’s direction, taking a short sip as he practically hissed at the hued amber liquid. ‘‘Tell me what you truley thought of the book, I don’t want you to sugar coat it or tip toe around the edges.’‘ Cason admitted, he was always one that wanted honesty about his work otherwise he believed he’d never improve. If people showered him with compliments all the time, he work would remain the same. It would stale and that was why he valued it so much. 

‘‘Is it garbage, salvageable or some what worth trying...even for a chapter or two?’‘ He chuckled lightly as he pointed towards it. He didn’t like the cover work, which was the only thing, he had an issue with this time round. 

[casoncohen]

magic-ellie​:

Ellie sighed and stared at the sleeping man next to her. She learned that Cason was sick because of his mom and decided to check on him and make sure he was alright. “He’s too damn stubborn to ask for help,” the woman said to her before she let the house. That made her smile and go to her house to ask for some soup and medicine from her aunts who inmediately asked her if she was alright.

“Oh, yes! It’s not me me,” she said. “It’s for Cason,” Ellie added and the three women just stared at her, making her blush before her aunts went to the kitchen. Her mom came to her and took her hands with a small smile on her face. “You’re going to see him?” Ellie nodded. “Alright, but be careful. I don’t want you to get sick too.” 

She walked to his house and knocked a couple of times, waiting for him to open, but with no answer, then she remembered where the spare key was and let herself in. “Cason?” she yelled but all was quiet, so Ellie decided to go upstairs and knock on his door before pushing the door open. 

There was a lump on the bed and she smiled, leaving the bag she was carrying on the floor and approaching the bed. Biting her lower lip, she lay down next to him and stared at him. He just showed up at the small café she was working and it picked up from there to the point of him asking her to read his fortune, even when she could see in his eyes that he did not believe in magic like her aunts. 

She was going to move a lock of hair away from his forehead but she gasped in shock when she realized his eyes were open. “Hey,” Ellie gave him a nervous laugh, dropping her hand. “I let myself in since you did not answer. I heard you were sick and thought about coming to see how you were doing.” 

@casoncohen

He felt as if his entire body was on fire one minute but utter chills took over him the next, he grumbled to himself, face contorting from this utter awful feeling that was running rampant through his body. It’d been a long time since he’d been so sick it’d felt almost impossible to get out of bed, but here he was, rendered bed sick with nothing but his duvet and what seemed like hundreds of tissues that were surrounding him. He knew in that second he’d never take being able to breath through his nose again for granted. Was he being punished? He thought not. In this part of his life, things were different. He was a man filled with happiness, there was nothing that had chipped away at his heart. As he lay, feeling sorry for himself, he was still grateful too the things he had. A loving mother, a wonderful girlfriend and his dream career.

His life, in short, was going exactly as he wanted it too. (Minus the inability too breath.)

Cason decided to let his eyes close for a short while in hope that he’d wake up feeling some what better and for a while he fell into a state of unconscious as his mind let REM take over. His dreams were vivid and content, no nightmares were clouding his waking and subconscious. But he felt her presence before he even heard her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

It was that perfume. 

Letting his blue orbs shining blue stare at that face, the face he longed too see when she was gone. A beauty beyond compare that snatched his breath away every time he saw her, there was something inside of him that connected to her, like the first time he saw Ellie. The feeling was supposed to fade with time, right? He was supposed to love her solely, but it wasn’t supposed to be a constant set of fire in the pit of his stomach. But it was there, every minute that he saw her and never dying. 

‘‘Hello yourself’‘ Cason croaked back, voice hoarse from the dehydration and lack of sleep. A shaky hand reached out too sweep a raven lock from her face, letting his eyes memorise her in the light shining through the bay window. ‘‘--- You’re always taking care of me..’‘ He adored, licking at his chapping lips, a small cough slipping from between them as he grimaced, offering an apologetic look in her direction. 

‘‘Do you just keep getting more beautiful, or am I just falling in love with you more each day?’‘

[casoncohen]

𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔈𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔢 -

Below you will find a letter that Cason wrote to Ellie but never sent. 

@magic-ellie

Dear Ellie, 

Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind --- Shakespeare.

I remember reading this too you once and always assumed I’d read it aloud at our wedding day but now as I sit here I realised that I had been blinded by your entirety. I was blinded by my utter adoration for the person that you were and now that is tarnished I’m not really sure how to feel. 

I’m not sure where I’m supposed to put all that love that I felt for you. I feel angry and that was never something that was inside of me before. Now I feel so lost that this love is swirling around in my heart but it has no where to go, it’s searching for you again. 

But I know I can’t have you, because I don’t believe I could ever trust you again and in reality it’s that thought alone that kills me. Because if you made your way back to me, I’d want to have you so bad, but knowing that it’d break me to have to let you go would kill me all over again. I couldn’t give you up again, Ellie. 

I love you, I will always love you. But I can never be with you, not ever again. I wish you nothing but the best in your future endeavours. 

Kind Regards, 

Cason Cohen. 

[casoncohen]

magic-ellie​:

casoncohen​:

caldwellderek​:

      Once his back hits the ground, Derek can’t help the way laughter bubbles out of his chest. His hand throbs and his back now sore. The laughter grows louder as he stares up at the ceiling. What a fucking mess. He shoves at Cason on top of him managing to roll his eyes. “You think you’re the first person to have their heartbroken? Nice guys don’t go around calling people whores. Nice guys don’t have to say their nice guys. They certainly don’t go around puffing their chests out with some sort of false bravado. And they especially don’t cause some jealous spat in the middle of a charity event, Cason.” 

      He lifts a knee to hit the other man in the gut as hard as he can, because he can. Derek feels the fury now. The disappointment from his sister will come later, but he’s annoyed now. The type that settles on his shoulders and weighs him down. He lifts up to his knees and moves Cason off him. “You need to figure your shit out. I didn’t know both of you dated. And even if I had, I was dancing with my friend. Someone you clearly no longer have any right to.”  

      He glances up at Ellie with a shrug. “I told you I had two left feet. You need to figure your shit out too. And don’t you ever let anyone speak to you the way he just spoke to you. I don’t care if you stabbed him. Call him out.” 

     “Stop being a dickhead, Cason. It’ll do wonders for your love life. Trust me.” 

Her voice was the shrill one that almost brought him back to normality, he’d never wanted her to see that side of him and he’d gone for as long as he had making sure she hadn’t but over the last week he’d shown Ellie every side to him that he’d kept hidden for so long that it was practically pouring through the cracks now. Seeping from every creves and leaking from him like the blood that had once pumped through his heart for her.

Derek’s words hurt more, however. He knew he wasn’t the only man to ever be heart broken but anyone who had been would understand the earth shattering pain that stuck with them every waking minute; he was told time would heal but it had been anything but. The knee to the cut send him stumbling backwards as he choked on his own air, pain taking over his face as he fell to his knees with a thud, arm wrapped around his mid section, eyes now to the ground, before he flickered them up to Derek. His words cut deep.

‘‘Maybe if people always stopped looking at it like women couldn’t break a man, that they couldn’t damage them emotionally…people would realise.’‘ He said to himself, not loud enough for anyone else to hear as he sucked in a jagged breath and took to his feet. Cason took a last glance at Ellie before he shoved Derek once more and then raised his hands in surrender. 

‘‘I get it, you two have a great life together.’‘ And quickly turned on his heal and stalked off in the opposite direction hoping that somewhere someone would let him rebuild himself. Someone would give him a chance to make him feel like a man again, and not a broken record. 

Ellie took a deep breath when he watched him leave. She thought she would feel relieved but no, she was feeling worse than when the fight started. She felt humilliated, there was nothing left for her now. The people who had gathered to watch the fight stared at her, a few pointing and whispering between each other. It was more than she could take. 

She took a look at Derek and took a step towards him before stopping. “I’m sorry, Derek.” What more could she say. Ellie had already ruined the night and it was best for her to leave the place before something else happened. “I’m sorry. I…” she felt the tears running down her face and shook her head. “I can’t,” she said before walking away. 

The second she found Cason again, Ellie thought about going back to Alaska. She could invent an excuse for her mom, tell her that things didn’t work out but she was determined to keep going. With what just happened, she was just ready to buy a plane ticket and ran away from there. 

THE END OF THREAD. 

[casoncohen]

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[casoncohen]

caldwellderek​:

magic-ellie​:

Ellie gasped and covered her mouth with her hands, staring at the two men with wide eyes. She wasn’t strange to violence, having seen her fair share of fight during high school and after that because two of her friends were really hot heads that would rather throw punches than talk like two civilized men, but she realized that this was not the particular case with her ex boyfriend and Derek. 

She had no right to care about Cason, not after what she did to him, by she would be lying to herself if she did not admit that she still cared for him. Maybe not the same degree than when they were together but she did not want to see him in pain. Same with Derek, he was her only friend here in Monleon and the last thing she wanted was for him to get hurt because of her. 

“Stop it!” she yelled, trying to make them listen to her. “Both of you, stop it, please!” Ellie yelled while someone who had approached the fight called for security. This was wrong, all so wrong and she tried to put her hand on stop of Derek’s shoulder but a young woman grabbed her and pulled her away before Cason lunged into Derek. 

      Once his back hits the ground, Derek can’t help the way laughter bubbles out of his chest. His hand throbs and his back now sore. The laughter grows louder as he stares up at the ceiling. What a fucking mess. He shoves at Cason on top of him managing to roll his eyes. “You think you’re the first person to have their heartbroken? Nice guys don’t go around calling people whores. Nice guys don’t have to say their nice guys. They certainly don’t go around puffing their chests out with some sort of false bravado. And they especially don’t cause some jealous spat in the middle of a charity event, Cason.” 

      He lifts a knee to hit the other man in the gut as hard as he can, because he can. Derek feels the fury now. The disappointment from his sister will come later, but he’s annoyed now. The type that settles on his shoulders and weighs him down. He lifts up to his knees and moves Cason off him. “You need to figure your shit out. I didn’t know both of you dated. And even if I had, I was dancing with my friend. Someone you clearly no longer have any right to.”  

      He glances up at Ellie with a shrug. “I told you I had two left feet. You need to figure your shit out too. And don’t you ever let anyone speak to you the way he just spoke to you. I don’t care if you stabbed him. Call him out.” 

     “Stop being a dickhead, Cason. It’ll do wonders for your love life. Trust me.” 

Her voice was the shrill one that almost brought him back to normality, he’d never wanted her to see that side of him and he’d gone for as long as he had making sure she hadn’t but over the last week he’d shown Ellie every side to him that he’d kept hidden for so long that it was practically pouring through the cracks now. Seeping from every creves and leaking from him like the blood that had once pumped through his heart for her.

Derek’s words hurt more, however. He knew he wasn’t the only man to ever be heart broken but anyone who had been would understand the earth shattering pain that stuck with them every waking minute; he was told time would heal but it had been anything but. The knee to the cut send him stumbling backwards as he choked on his own air, pain taking over his face as he fell to his knees with a thud, arm wrapped around his mid section, eyes now to the ground, before he flickered them up to Derek. His words cut deep.

‘‘Maybe if people always stopped looking at it like women couldn’t break a man, that they couldn’t damage them emotionally...people would realise.’‘ He said to himself, not loud enough for anyone else to hear as he sucked in a jagged breath and took to his feet. Cason took a last glance at Ellie before he shoved Derek once more and then raised his hands in surrender. 

‘‘I get it, you two have a great life together.’‘ And quickly turned on his heal and stalked off in the opposite direction hoping that somewhere someone would let him rebuild himself. Someone would give him a chance to make him feel like a man again, and not a broken record. 

[casoncohen]

caldwellderek​:

magic-ellie·:

She could not deny it. Ellie just couldn’t, but the moment they saw each other again, he was the one to vow to ignore her completely. “You’re dead to me,” that’s what he said, but he was the one to text her and now he was getting angry about her dancing with another man? If she knew any better she would say that this was not the man she knew, but who could stay the same after you betray them, especially with their best friend

Ellie had no right to tell him what to do, just as he had no right to be angry over her being with Derek. That made her close her eyes and groan. Poor Derek he had no idea about her past with Cason and was probably in shock of the way he just spoke to her. “Leave me alone, Cason,” she whispered. “Just leave me alone.”

Her hands were shaking and she already noticed that some people were looking in their direction. The humiliation was too much. Everyone was going to start talking about her thanks to her ex. Ellie would probably had to pack her things and go back to Alaska. She thought about ut, actually, but wasn’t going to let Cason get away with it…until now. 

      Derek doesn’t hear anything about himself. Nothing new. All the words are old and don’t mean much from the man standing in front of him. He’s coming from a place of anger and maybe if he allowed himself to think it through, Derek could find some sort of compassion. But it finds it hard to find any compassion for a man who calls a woman a whore in the middle of a charity gala – a small man. A man incapable of having any warmth. It twists his gut. The thoughts of his job and of everything he’s built for himself in Monleon quickly slip away. 

      All that Derek can manage is a twisted looking sneer before he lifts his arm and cocks back. Without hesitation, his fist comes into contact with Cason’s face. “We don’t call women whores. We don’t demean them in public or ever. No matter what someone’s done to you, motherfucker.” He cocks back again before another punch explodes. “Maybe if you were actual a decent man, she wouldn’t have to look elsewhere, huh?” His jaw sets as he readies himself. 

He noticed Ellie just moments before he was stumbling, the way her face contorted, the shaking of her body and in an instant there was a settle in his rage as he realised just maybe all this time he’d been looking for a way to hurt her like she’d hurt him, although, he still thought that to be impossible. Had those days which felt endless ever been able to be felt by someone else? Even the words he’d written in his books hadn’t been able to calm the pain, but here he stood for the first time in a long time and realised maybe no one should have to feel that.

‘‘El--’‘ He went to say her name.

But that was snapped out of him in just a few moments, hand clutching his jaw. Eyes almost black like the devil that had been woken up inside of him, heaving a heavy breath. 

It didn’t take Cason long before he was lunging back in the direction, of Derek, arms wrapping around his mid section and using all the force he had to take the two to the floor. He wished he hadn’t in a second as he knocked the air out of himself, Cason letting out a cough but hands gripped tightly to his jacket. ‘’Maybe if I hadn’t given her everything, I could have been the bad guy that all the women want, right?’’ He seethed into his face, not caring about where he placed his arms on his body. ‘’You try having your fucking heart ripped out of your chest--’’ he tried not to choke up in the moment, anger coursing through his veins.

‘‘Fuck.’‘ He practically screamed out. 

[casoncohen]

caldwellderek​:

She had been dancing with Derek, enjoying her time with him and laughing when he mentioned that he should cut her off. “Hey, they were delicious, you should be glad about that,” she giggled and then wrapped her arms sound him, pulling him close. “Listen, when you have some free time, I have to talk to you about something. I just have to get it off my chest before I burst into chocolate chips,” she poked his cheel and rested her head on his chest. The whole drama with her ex was back to bit her in the ass and she had not revealed the truth to Derek because she was honestly scared of how he was going to react. Manipulated by Cason’s best friend or not, she had cheated on him and that was something she would never forgert. 

“Well, thank you, kind sir,” Ellie said. “I saw this at the store and I knew it was going to be perfect for tonight. The earrings were my mom’s present last birthday.” She was having a great time until she heard a familiar voice that made her freeze. The dancing stopped and she turned her head to stare at Cason, and he looked pissed.

At his question, Ellie gave a snort. “What the fuck does it look like, asshole?” He had no right to be mad. They were nothing, and she was dead to him. “Talking to ghosts again, Cason? That’s a new one. I’m sure it’s going to help with your book but you know what? Sometimes, dead people don’t want to talk, so why don’t you just go away?” 

      The situation went from zero to sixty within ten seconds flat. One moment he was complimenting Ellie and the next Cason was in a rage demanding to know what was going on. Anger roiled around his gut at the way he spoke to the both of them. Instinctually, Derek placed himself between Ellie and his friend. He wasn’t sure what was going on exactly, but it seemed personal. “Whoa, whoa. Hey, what do you me what the fuck are we doing? Dancing? At the hospital, and I must stress this next part, charity gala. What the fuck are you doing?” He glances at Ellie, cheeks now heated. 

      “I have no idea what this is about, but come on. Why are you stalking over here with your chest all puffed out ready to swing? I promise you don’t want to try it with me, Cason.” 

His eyes danced between the two, the rage wasn’t settling. It was like a boiling kettle that was close to the point of explosion; her words hurt although he wasn’t going to allow them to defeat him in the moment, he wasn’t falling out of this feeling anytime soon. Wasn’t the last time he’d been like this when he found out about Ellie and Ricky? 

‘‘Oh get over it, you really gonna’ stick to one comment? Over your actions?’‘ He snides. 

‘‘You have no idea what is going on?’‘ He practically choked through a sarcastic laugh, there was no way he stood next to a woman looking that friendly, and he had no idea what was going on. Cason cocks his head to the side, a flash of pain could almost be seen. ‘‘Oh I’m fucking trying it with you, Derek.’‘ He sneers, snatching a glance at the dark raven haired woman. 

‘‘Him? Fucking really?’‘ He snorted, taking another step closer. ‘‘Ricky was a downgrade, but I mean come on, have all the decent guys realised how much of a bitch you are?’‘ He asks. His tone held no regret, something completely outside of his characteristics and nature. 

‘‘Your friend here Ellie is a cheatin’ whore.’‘

[casoncohen]

CASON COHEN’S GALA OUTFIT

[casoncohen]

caldwellderek​:

magic-ellie·:

“Hey,” Ellie smiled and wrapped her arms around him. “I was just about to go and see you to tell you that the food is amazing!” She then stood on her tiptoes to reach his eat. “And I have to confess that I ate a whole tray of those mini cheese burgers and I have to blame the chef for that.”

She had been reading a text from her mom when she recieved one from Derek. Giggling, she opened it and read it before starting to look around for him, but of course, he found her first in the crowd. Ellie then frowned and let out a nervous laugh. “Dancing? I didn’t know you did that, but, alright, I’ll acept, prince charming. Show me your moves.” 

      Derek wraps an arm around her waist to steady her. “You liking it? It’s not just me. There’s a whole team of us. But we have been busting our asses.” He pauses to glance at her to see if she’s telling the truth or not. “A whole tray? Damn Ellie. Do I have to cut you off?” He lifts an eyebrow before his mouth pulls into a frown, “hey! I’m excellent on my feet. C’mon then.” He offers his arm to her before tugging her towards the dance floor. 

      Making sure not to walk too quickly, he slips them through the crowd before pulling her close as the next song begins. “You really outdid yourself with the outfit. I feel like I’ve time travelled.” 

If fury was something that could be visible, it was currently visible upon Cason’s features as eyes of daggers shot across the room at the pair. His ex girlfriend, and his friend; something he’d seen before and he hoped he’d never have to see again, clenching his fists repeatedly by his side. How long could he go before he completely lost it at the sight of them?

It wasn’t going to take long, that was for certain. He hadn’t even realised that he kept getting closer and closer, trying to listen in on their conversations, even taking the time to say hello to those around the room to make it look like he was just being social.

He was being anything but.

And then they were dancing, it was like the world had been swept from beneath his feet as ocean orbs pierced into them. He was losing his cool, the one that he usually kept together so well. A poised man finally losing the will to breath, if his heart gave up on him now, he’d understand because it felt like it was beating at a thousand miles per hour. 

‘‘Hey.’‘ He called out through gritted teeth as he walked to stand before them, facing practically turning red as he tried his best to steady his frantic breath. ‘‘What the hell is this?’‘ He asked, rage evident in his orbs and his mouth becoming dry. He needed a god damn drink. ‘‘Let me rephrase --- what the fuck is this?’‘

[casoncohen]

wyattmontgomery​:

Bachelor parties. Wyatt hardly had one for his own wedding, it was just him going to a bar with a few friends. He had to admit that a jazz club was an interesting selection, but Stefan had always been unconventional ever since they met while working at the University of Florida. “I’ll be back, y’all,” he told the group, feeling like he needed some fresh air. He also saw an incoming call from Natalie, the sitter he’d hired for the night. As soon as he eased the young woman’s concerns and told her that Noelle was allowed a snack before bed as long as it was fruit-based, he hung up and turned to the man next to him. 

“It really is, I needed to get a breather for a bit. Cason, right? Wyatt Montgomery, we met at Riverview High for the speech you gave the students,” he introduced, extending his hand and hoping that the writer remembered him. 

Cason had to double take, his brain taking a minute to connected the two as he snapped his fingers, and nodded his head slightly. ‘’Oh yeah, of course!’’ Cason exclaimed offering his hand over to the other guy, memories of the time at school flashed before his mind and a small smile almost made it’s way onto his pillow like liquor stained lips. He licked at the chapping lips as he remembers feeling really welcome in Monleon for the first time since he’d got here. 

He takes a moment to kick the dirt from beneath his shoes, a scuffing sound taking over the silence of the dead of night. How did he keep ending up in bars at this time of night alone? With no engagement of human contact, except tonight had been different. He’d been out with a few friends and for the first time in a long time he had began to feel more relaxed in his decision to pick up his entire life and move here. 

But he missed Alaska so much. He missed his family more. 

‘‘So what’s brought you out tonight?’‘ He paused looking over his shoulder to take another look at the bar. It was actually really nice, he jutted his finger in the direction ‘’This place isn’t half bad is it? I actually had an alright time drinking, no one bother’s you or tries to kick off.’’ He chuckled as he reached into his pocket and produced a thin stick; a cigarette. His need to smoke always got worse as the night went out. ‘’D’you mind?’’ He asked in reference to wanting to spark up a flame. 

‘‘All they need to do is turn the air con on more and then maybe I wouldn’t have felt like I was going to pass out in there.’‘ Cason states with another click of his fingers as he looks like he’s had a bright bulb idea. ‘‘They should have an outside area.’‘ He chuckled. 

[casoncohen]

candicejriley​:

Open

Place: Monleon Memorial

Night shift

Candice slipped her backpack around her before going to the back and unbuckling a sleeping Ayden. She had night shift tonight and one of her coworkers had already asked her about covering her shift so she was probably going to be at the hospital probably into the next night if she was lucky. She was so thankful for the hospital’s daycare that she could always bring Ayden with her no matter when or how long her shifts were. She had managed to give him a few hours in his bed before changing his clothes and carefully driving him to her job. She picked up his sleeping form slowly so he wouldn’t wake up and carried him and their things into the hospital’s employee entrance. She made her way to the daycare carefully handing her son over to the daycare worker giving him a kiss on his head before leaving and promising she would be back to eat some breakfast with him when he woke up. She made her way to the staff room where she could put her things and get started on her night. Her briefing was at the nurse’s station letting them know all the critical patients and emergencies that had come in that night. She was told her patients and began her rounds. She opened the door to a room smiling. She found that smiling and a positive attitude put patients at ease along with their families. “Hi, I’m Candice and I’ll be your nurse tonight. How are you feeling?” she smiled as she picked up the chart to look over the patient’s notes before starting to take vitals.

He wasn’t sure how he’d ended up here but he grimaced as he heard her voice, not because of her of course, but because of the situation he was in. How did he always manage to get himself into the most ridiculous and utterly stupid situations? With a sigh he began to let his eyes wander around the room, squinting them as he saw each medical supply and equipment around him and finally he looked to the woman and offered her a half hearted smile. 

Cason reached over and grabbed the water from beside the bed taking a prolonged sip as he hummed in pleasure, he wasn’t sure why he was so thirsty but the need was still there even after he’d drained the glass dry, looking at it he sighed and placed it back with a clatter as he lay his body back against the bed and grumbled. His head hurt like hell. And then it came back too him, he’d been here researching some more information for his book when...he hit his head.

Cason had too really think, eyebrows furrowing for a second before he groaned. ‘’How is it I managed to be in front of the door when it swung open?’’ He tried to chuckle, but once again grimaced with a small sigh slipping past his lips. Ah, now he remembered. ‘’You know those swinging surgery doors can be really dangerous.’’ It was obvious he was making a joke, but his face contorted every now and then as a sharp pain flashed through his temple. 

‘‘When can I go?’‘

[casoncohen]

--- LOCATION: THE JAZZ CLUB, MERRICK VILLAGE --- WHEN: 10:30PM. WEDNESDAY JUNE 2020

This was good fodder for his book he thinks as a barked laugh falls from his lips; how long had he been here now? A good while that was for sure as hands dig into the pockets of his well tailored suit — the only one he owned that still fit well. It had been the suit he’d hoped one day he’d marry the love of his life in.

How wrong he was.

Picking up the bottle beer he raised it as a goodbye to the few friends he’d made doing shots at the bar for some five minutes of his time before he stumbled off in need of fresh air to ease his racing mind — life was so different but so similar in the town of Monleon but some days; much like this one he missed his family in Alaska. He may have to pay a visit he thinks.

As soon as the fresh air hits Cason’s face he feels himself relax.

‘‘So fucking warm in there.’‘ He tells the stranger who he hasn’t had chance to look at.

@monleonstarters​

[casoncohen]

bellamybaycliffe​:

As Cason calms down, Bellamy watches him with interest which is followed by a small quirk of her brow ; a habit when she’s reading people. But, as of right now, it seems that Cason is an open book. He’s just met her, and yet, he’s willing to share how vulnerable he’s been here in Monleon. It catches her off guard, truth be told, but it causes her features to often in return. His words his a familiar feeling she had forgotten long ago, since she has now become comfortable in her place with the town. 

❛ I get it. I - ❜ Bellamy chews on her top lip and blinks as a way to stall and get her thoughts in order. It’s never really enough to tell someone that you understand what they’re going through in the moment, because you really don’t, and the last thing she wanted was to take away from what Cason was feeling. Bellamy also was never one to dive deep into her emotional troubles, or any troubles at all that were her own.

Even with a close friend or family member ( a rather frustrating characteristic for her fathers who loved to know how she was doing emotionally and mentally at all times ), unless she was feeling the heavy extent of it all - even then, she was more than likely just scratching the surface.

But, there was something about Cason that she was able to connect with. Something about him made her feel like she could understand him on a person level. Something about him made Bellamy think they were two sides of the same coin. ❛ I’ve been living in Monleon for almost five years and … I still feel that way, at times. ❜ Carefully, the blonde places her mug on the table in order to make sure Cason knows that she has her full attention on him. ❛ You’ll find your way. You … You almost kind of have to. I … ❜

Bellamy wasn’t very good when it came to speaking with strangers like this. Business and teaching others how to prosper in a small industry? She was able to put together a ten page powerpoint in an hour, easy. She can talk about business all day long. When it comes to help another person, it was a bit tough, despit the fact she was always willing to lend a hand. ❛ If you need someone to show you around town, I’d be happy to. ❜ Obviously, she wasn’t sure how much of Monleon Cason has discovered, but in the moment, it was the best she was able to offer him.

❛ That’s a good start, right? I know I need to laugh at myself more. My daughter makes it easier, most days. ❜ The woman scratches the arch of her brow. ❛ Bellamy, ❜ She replies, happily taking his hand in hers and giving it a shake. ❛ It’s nice to meet you, Cason. How long have you been in town for? ❜ She inquires, now finally taking a sip of hot coffee.

Being a writer meant that sometimes he tapped into emotions that were better left unsaid, that was supposed to be kept deep within the stem of his brain for him to work through and sort on his own, yet, sometimes just like today when he was sat before someone that would listen it would all come tumbling out of his mouth. Sure, it was disorganised and messy, but yet straight after there was a weight lifted from his shoulders that he hadn’t felt in some time. He could see that look, the one where he knew he may have overshared yet again, but he hoped that everything would be taken at face value, and he, a man of many words would be seen for who he was. Not a famous author as most people often clambered to talk to him about. 

He offered a small yet sweet smile as he realised he may have said too much. 

But as Bellamy admitted than even thought she’d been here for some time, that she still felt that at times was some what comforting. He would have thought hearing that it got better would be a feeling of comfort, but she’d been here five years and still felt the same, at least he wasn’t alone was actually the first thought that came too mind. 

He listened to her speak and for a second he honestly felt the most relaxed he’d felt in a long time as he chuckled. ‘’Don’t worry---’’ he admitted as he reached up and took a sip of his coffee almost sighing with satisfaction. ‘’I may be a writer for a living but even I can sometimes not know what to say especially when a man starts pouring his heart out to a random stranger.’’ He laughed lightly, shrugging his shoulders playfully. He was an awkward hopeless romantic, that was exactly how he’d profile himself. 

When he heard her offer to show him around he felt another relaxing wave come over him, was he finally begining to make some new friends in this town? Was it going to be less lonely? Sure he had his friends such as The Danvers and a few others but they also had their own thing. A lot of them had been around a long time and had their own circles. ‘’I would actually love that...’’ he trailed off, a real smile now tugging at his pillow like lips. ‘’In return maybe I’ll let you read some of my work sometime..’’ he states, dropping his hand on the stack of papers before him. He almost forgot that he had to turn these in by tomorrow.

But he needed a break, and he deserved one. Sleep had been missed for what felt like days and he hadn’t had any time to himself to just take a minute and breath. ‘’So when you take me on this tour where are you going to be taking me?’’ He asks with a kink of his brow. ‘’I don’t want to be murdered so no dodgy alley ways unless I can use it for fodder in my next novel.’’ He was only joking but stupid situations that he’d gotten himself into in the past had proven for great moments in his books. 

Take from what you know was how he’d began writing. 

‘‘You’re a mom?’‘ He asks with intrigue, he often thought he’d have been a young dad. He’d always wanted children, the family with the white picket fence and a dog named Rufus. Cason had practically envisioned it his entire life and here he was, closer to forty than ever and still alone. He wondered if maybe it just wasn’t what was meant to be for him. Was he supposed to always be a tortured brooding writer? ‘‘How old is she? I bet she looks just like you.’‘ He offered as a compliment, and it really was. It was hard to not notice someone who was naturally beautiful. As a writer he had an eye for these kinds of things. 

‘‘I’ve been in town around a year but when I first got here I was on a book tour so I very rarely was around --- so in reality I’ve only actually been here a few months.’‘ He says as he offers her a small smile. ‘‘What brought you here five years ago, if you don’t mind me asking?’‘