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@spotlitez ———- FIND MASON AND I HERE !

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if i move mason back to my multi will ya'll still follow ?? <3

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i    feel     my     lips     curve    into     a     guilty    smile        ,        a    tired     chuckle     slipping    past    before     i    can    even    think     to    stop     it.         anna    has    that    look        —        the     kind    that    says    arguing    is     useless        ,         and    yet    here    i    am        ,         brain    already    searching    for     a     loophole.

"        eight    hours        ,         huh    ?        "         i    ask        ,        rubbing    a     hand    over    my     face        ,        trying    to    chase     away    the     exhaustion    that's     clinging    to     me     like     a    stubborn    line    of    faulty    code.        "        bold    assumption    that     i     even    remember    what     that    feels    like.        "

but    my    joking    fades    quickly    when    i     really    take     her     in        ,         seeing    the    gentle    determination     behind    her    eyes.         i    sigh     softly        ,         knowing    she's     right        ,        feeling    something    inside     me     loosen    at    the     quiet    sincerity    in    her     voice.         i     rarely     pause    long     enough     to     admit    i’m     worn    down        ,        always     brushing     off    concern    with    a     smirk    or    a    quick     joke.         but     this     is     anna        ,         and    with     her        ,         walls    don't    seem     to    matter    much.

"        hey    ,        "        i    say    softly        ,         reaching     out    and     gently     taking    her     hand        ,        brushing     my     thumb     over    her     knuckles.        "        i     know     you’re    worried        ,        and     i    appreciate     it        —        really.        i’m     just     terrible    at     slowing    down.         you     know     how    my    brain     is.         neon        ,        aew        ,         the     wrestlers        …         it's    all     this     never-ending        ,        chaotic     puzzle.        and     if    i     don't     solve     it    —        "

i    catch     myself        ,         squeezing    her    hand    softly    as    i     look     down     at     our     entwined    fingers.

"        but     you're     right    ,        "         i    concede     quietly.        "        i    can’t    run     on     caffeine     and     sarcasm    forever.        even     baxter's     threatening     to     stage     an     ai    rebellion     if    i    don't    rest    soon        ,        and    i     really     don’t     need    my     own     assistant     locking    me     out    of    my    system.        "

a    tired    smirk    returns    to     my     lips.         "        alright        ,        eight     hours.        no     mox        ,        no    max        —        just    you    and     me        ,        and     maybe     the     rare        ,        elusive    phenomenon    known    as     actual     sleep.        "

i    pause        ,         watching     her     expression     soften     just     enough     for    me     to     breathe    easier        ,        something     inside    my    chest     warming    despite    the     exhaustion.         "        just    promise    you'll    be     there    when     i     wake     up    ?        "

ANNA   WATCHES   MASON,        AND   KNOWS   HE   IS   TIRED.        she   didn’t   have   to   ask,        did   it   more   so   out   of   courtesy   than   anything        (        it’s   rude   to   assume    !        )        but   when   he   answers   the   question,        her   arms   cross   over   her   chest.        concerned   expression   mixing   with   a   stern   one.        ❝︎    i   don’t   care   about   moxley   or   max,        you   are   getting   your   full   eight   hours   tonight,        whether   you   like   it   or   not,    ❞︎      bold   words   from   a   bold   woman.        but   she   means   it    !        she’ll   lay   him   down   herself   if   it   comes   to   it.        she   knows   a   thing   or   two   about   needing   a   rest,        and   refusing   it,        and   she   won’t   subject   mason   to   the   same   kind   of   feeling.        gaze   softens   slightly,        just   enough   to   show   she   cares,        ❝︎    you’re   working   too   hard,        i’m   worried   about   you    ❞︎

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mason's gonna use portal to jump into the star wars universe so get ready for modern day movie and tv show references that no one will understand.

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i don't think people realize how mason is deadass set to become a billionaire by his mid 30s.

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「 ... ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ──̶ͯ ᵇⁱᵃⁿᶜᵃ : 8:11ᵖᵐ 」 me ? sarcastic ?

「 ... ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ──̶ͯ ᵇⁱᵃⁿᶜᵃ : 8:11ᵖᵐ 」 the fact you're asking me if there's sarcasm in my tone is honestly insulting to me.

「 ... ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ──̶ͯ ᵇⁱᵃⁿᶜᵃ : 8:11ᵖᵐ 」 jk. but you should know the answer to that question ;)

「 ... ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ──̶ͯ ᵇⁱᵃⁿᶜᵃ : 8:11ᵖᵐ 」 but if i wasn't sarcastic with you that means i don't care and you know i care about you. <3

@iconiic - 𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧.

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@thr0whands

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i    blinked     slowly        ,         lips     curling    into    a    playful    smirk    as     tiffany    looked    up    at     me    with    that    ridiculously     innocent     expression       —        like    she     hadn't     just    asked    the    most    unhinged     question     known     to    humanity.         i     tilted    my    head        ,        pretending     to     seriously     consider     it        ,        even     though        my    mind    was     already     running    a     hundred    miles    an     hour.

a     worm        ?        really        ,        tiff    ?        i    fought    back     a     laugh        ,        the     corners     of    my     lips     twitching     as    i     let     the    silence     stretch    just    a     beat     too     long        ,        knowing    it'd     drive    her     insane.

finally        ,        i    cracked        ,         sighing     dramatically    as     i    looked     down    at     her.         "        you    know        ,         out    of     all    the     bizarre    questions    you    could    ask     me        ,        that's      the     one     your    brain    landed     on    ?        "

i    brushed    her    hair    back    gently        ,        thumb     grazing     her     cheek    affectionately    as     my    voice    softened    into     something    a     little    more    genuine        ,         something    only     for    her.        "        babe        ,         i'd     code    you     a     tiny    worm-sized     neon     secure     setup        ,        build     you    a    worm-sized     mansion        ,        and     carry     you     around    everywhere     in     a    custom    worm    terrarium.        i'd    make     you    the     safest        ,        happiest     little    worm    on     the    planet.        "

my     expression    turned    teasing     again        ,        eyebrows    raised    as     i     grinned     down    at    her.        "        so    yeah        ,        @sparklebelt.        even    if    you     were     a     worm        —        i'd     still    love     you.        "

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"      rest   ?      "       i   repeat      ,       running    my    hand    through    my   hair      ,       suddenly    realizing    just    how   exhausted    i   must    look.      "      i    think    it   was   before   the   pay-per-view    last   month      —      maybe   ?       honestly      ,      babe      ,      i   lost   track   somewhere   between    optimizing    entrances      ,      debugging   neon      ,      and   whatever    tony    had   me    fixing    at    3   am    last   night.      "

i   chuckle    sheepishly      ,      running    a    hand   through   my   tousled    blonde    hair.      "      but   hey      ,      i've   got   this   totally   under   control.       baxter   even    stopped   threatening    to   shut   down   my   computer.       mostly.      "

meeting @chvmpisms   concerned   gaze      ,      my    joking    tone   softens.       "      i   know    i   should   slow    down.      promise    i'll   actually   sleep   tonight.       scout's   honor      —      well      ,       unless    moxley    breaks   something    again.      or   mjf.      or   darby    decides   to   skateboard   into   the    production   truck      ...       okay      ,   okay ,     i’ll   at    least    try.      "

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「 ... ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ──̶ͯ ᵐⁱᶜᵏᵉʸ : 6:24ᵖᵐ 」 wait ....

「 ... ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ──̶ͯ ᵐⁱᶜᵏᵉʸ : 6:24ᵖᵐ 」 you're choosing me as the backup ???????

「 ... ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ──̶ͯ ᵐⁱᶜᵏᵉʸ : 6:24ᵖᵐ 」 i am NOT a backup

「 ... ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ──̶ͯ ᵐⁱᶜᵏᵉʸ : 6:24ᵖᵐ 」 also what time should i be ready ?

@print17 - 𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧.

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on a lighter note as i reply to thingies , like if i send you some memes ?

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🇰🇷 Idol🧭 EP.9💛

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all these sw blogs popping up , don't tempt me on yeeting mason into the star wars universe too.

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@sparklebelt / 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗘 📐 + 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗠𝗬 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦.

as we can see one goes past his shoulders and one is just shy of his shoulder.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  )

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.

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"    oh    ,     we'd   definitely    survive   ,      "       i    say   confidently      ,       leaning   back    with    a    mischievous    grin.      "   @moonbaits  ,  you're   the   classic   '   final   girl   '    everyone    underestimates   because    you're   stunning   and    they   think    you'll    just   panic   and   trip   over   your    heels.       meanwhile      ,      i'm    the    sarcastic   tech   genius    who's    hacking    into   every    security   camera   and   rigging   elaborate   traps    from    neon   lights   and    spare   parts.      "

i    pause      ,       raising   an    eyebrow.     "      seriously      —      i'd   have   a    drone   ready    in    five    minutes      ,      you'd   probably    turn   a   designer    heel    into   a   weapon      ,      and   between   my    chaos   and    your   killer   instincts      ,      the   poor   villain   wouldn't    stand    a   chance.      "

i   flash   her    a    cocky   smirk.      "      or      ,      y'know      ,      we’d   both    get    distracted   arguing    over   who’s   in   charge      ,      and    end   up    getting   spectacularly   murdered   in   the   first    ten   minutes.      either    way      ,       iconic.      "