#sorry english isn‘t my first language

[akichiart]

'Why are you starring at me. Am I that breathtaking?' Aventurine said with a mocking smile.

'Look at you talk' Ratio looked annoyed at him and moved closer.

The sudden movement of the water startled Aventurine for a second but he quickly regained his composure. 'Look you can‘t resist my presence you-' Aventurine stopped talking.

Ratio put his hand onto Aventurine’s lips 'how less do you value your life?'. He slowly wiped away some fresh blood from his lips. Ratio‘s face leaned closer to Aventurine‘s face. The water droplets from the water sprinkled down his hair and onto aventurine‘s face.

Aventurine didn’t answer. He just looked at Ratio‘s face that was a few centimeters away. Feeling his breath tickle his skin, all he did was to smile back at him.

[the-12th-doctor]

Into the darkness

In the beginning, there were orders. Whispered, alluded to, we did everything we could to please them. „Bow low“, they said „fight well, march into the darkness for us.“ And we obeyed. 

Over the years, being a servant of the angels meant honor, your word held high and sword higher, wisdom praised over hills and valleys. In these days, monuments were built for the best of them, those who fought better and went farther, worshipped like the superiors they obeyed. 

At least for those that returned.

But even those who didn‘t were celebrated as martyrs of the good fight, dying the good death. 

Serving the demons on the other hand came with a respect from your peers so deep as though it was etched into their bones. Low whispers, people hurrying to free your way. Cults in your name, death for your pleasure.

Later, there were offers. „Obey us“, they said „fight well and we will reward you handsomely.“ Heroes in shining armor, telling their tales of horrors and riches beyond the imaginable. Some of them filled still with the righteous sureness of being on the good side, fighting the good fight against all the evils in the world, some filled with a rebellious spirit and the wish to make everything new and better, the heroic underdogs. All of them singing the same song anyways.

But the war had been going for centuries now, and for the first time there were voices of maybe a bit of peace, please? We could simply stay here, noone needs to die, and if there‘s darkness we could just huddle together at a fire. But they were few, and quiet.

So the years continued, bow, march, fight, die, like moths flying into a flame unaware that it’ll devour them. Still, things had changed. Like children growing up, we thought we‘d become their equals, millions of eyes looking straight into our two, but in the end it was still only our blood that soiled the ground, our brothers and sisters who fell for their bloody war and godforsaken honor. Is tradition really the only reason we still play their game?

In the end, there were pleas. We wanted to be more than pawns in their game, dying for a cause we never understood anyway. And we fought better now, better than they ever expected. No ear heard their prayers. A single drop of their blood fell for the first time in millennia. Then followed the bloodbath, millions dead in only a handful of days. The marionettes had finally cut their strings and killed the puppeteer. Murdered the gods we had worshipped for so long. 

Was this freedom?

After the end, there was everything. Having been freed from a useless war, we flourished as the strong and smart and young didn‘t go away for years only to return horribly broken, if at all. We pursuited greatness, climbed every mountain just to shout down: „Didn‘t expect us to do that, eh? Look at how much we can do!“ like a rebellious child proving to their parent how much better they are off alone. Not an easy task when they are dead. 

Then there was nothing to do but everything. How do you live with the whole world beneath you? In becoming god, we became mysteries to ourselves. 

In our monuments of perfect knowledge and power we yearn quietly for dirt.

During the war between angels and demons, humans are the collateral. They are continuously used by the two forces for their advantage until humanity decides to just kill both.

[cursedonyx]

Helloo

(English isn‘t my first Language). I‘m new in the hogwarts legacy fandom and adore your fanfictions and cute stuff around a lot!

Could you write just a little Fanfic about mc is sick and fig is taking care? Haven‘t found a sickfic about them but have the feeling i need it because i love their parent-child-like relationship. >w<

Have a nice day!

Sorry it took a while, but I hope this is what you were looking for!

Professor Fig looks after MC when they're poorly.

Word Count - ~800

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MC felt like ass.

They’d woken that morning with a sniffly nose, but by the time they’d dragged themselves out of bed and to the Great Hall for breakfast, they’d realised something was terribly wrong. Everything they ate tasted like cardboard, and no matter how much they drank, their head just didn’t stop hurting. Their muscles were like water, and it was a struggle to stay awake.

Professor Fig noticed as they staggered up from their house table, swaying alarmingly and almost toppling over backwards. He was on his feet in a moment and rushing to their side, supporting them gently.

“We need to get you to the Hospital Wing,” he said, propping them up as the other students craned to get a look at the commotion.

MC shook their head as quickly as they could, then stopped when it made them dizzy. They hated hospitals, and Fig knew this as well as anyone. With a low sigh, he tugged their arm over his shoulders and supported them out of the Great Hall, eventually bending to scoop their legs and carry them when it became clear they weren’t going to be able to walk all the way up to his office.

Once there, Fig laid them on the sofa and covered them with a blanket, peering in concern at their shiny red nose and puffy eyes. He picked up a cloth and mopped at the beads of sweat on their brow.

“Dear oh dear,” he said. “You’ve come down with quite the illness, it seems. You must have been overexerting yourself again, hm?”

MC nodded vaguely, and it rather seemed to Fig that they weren’t completely lucid. He cooled the cloth with a charm and laid it on their forehead, settling back on his haunches and watching them with deep concern. It was no secret that he’d grown to care deeply for MC, as if they were his own, and it pained him greatly to see them so unwell.

He levitated a chair over and sat upon it, wondering what to do. Obviously the best thing to do would be to have them under the care of Madam Blainey, but MC was deathly afraid of hospitals and anything resembling them. It’d only serve to distress them.

Fig sat back and ran a hand over his face. He remembered rather well all the times he’d been poorly as a boy, curled up in his bed or on the threadbare sofa his parents owned. A smile touched his lips as he remembered his father reading to him in his sonorous voice, lulling him to sleep, his mother making a hearty chicken broth on the stove to soothe his sore throat.

That would be it, then. If MC wouldn’t go to the hospital wing or take any medicine, he’d just have to do it the old-fashioned way.

Making sure that MC was as comfortable as possible and asleep, Fig darted down to the kitchens and begged the house elves for ingredients for a soothing chicken broth. It took a while to convince them that no, he didn’t want them to make it for him, he just wanted the ingredients, and maybe a recipe or two. He had to do this himself, it wouldn’t be the same if the elves did it for him. The best part of a homemade, healthsome soup was the fact it was made with love.

Fig carted the ingredients back to his office and cooled the cloth on MC’s brow again, checking to see if there had been any improvement. They were sound asleep, but their breathing was laboured and their fever was high. Setting his lips in a thin line, Fig conjured a cauldron and began to prepare a wholesome soup.

MC woke a few hours later, the rich scents of chicken and thyme pushing through the stuffiness of their nose. Wincing, they shifted on the sofa, wondering where they were, but Fig was beside them in an instant, pressing a small bowl of steaming soup into their hands. When MC proved they could spoon it into their mouth unaided, Fig shuffled onto the sofa behind their head, letting them rest against him as they devoured the broth and asking for seconds, warmed from the toes up by this magical brew that seemed to clear their head and soothe their spirit.

Fig chuckled, making sure they had plenty to drink, and summoned a book of fairy tales into his hand. He opened to a random page and began to read, his soft, gentle voice filling his office as MC set their bowl aside and curled up, their head in his lap, their eyelids fluttering as they listened to him read. Within the hour, they were asleep, but Fig kept reading, hoping that the stories he told would somehow wind their way into MC’s dreams, giving them fantastical visions of the impossible, knowing in his heart that they were capable of all that and more.

[ak800]

Hello, @jotun-design-party this is my submission for the Jotün Design Contest! :D

If anything isn‘t readable, I am sorry, my cursive handwriting tends to slip through hshshs; so please contact me if I need to clarify anything :) (Also pls ignore any grammatical errors since english isn‘t my first language)

I included some close-ups next to the main piece, bc I liked how they turned out :]

[snxffer-tv]

Could I request Kiji (nanbaka) x male guard reader that always wears a clown mask (like the image without the red nose, instead it's just a normal nose) like no one's seen him without it.

https://pin.it/6LTfYpj (the clown mask, but without the red nose)

But without it on he's gorgeous?

For his personality I'm thinking he barely speaks but when he does he speaks in riddle's, oh and he laughs and giggles at lot, he sometimes just starts randomly laughing or giggling, btw he can be mean (he's barely ever actually nice, and he's not shy btw

Oh you can do this as a face reveal almost? (It wasn't him who chose to do it, it was an accident)

Handsome Clown

Kiji x m!reader

Characters: Kiji, Y/N, Ahato, Trois, Aki, Nico, Uno, Hajime and Jyugo

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Sorry I didn‘t do the riddle speaking since I have no idea on how to implant it, at the end Y/N is out of character, again I am sorry. Hopefully you like it. I had my fun in writing it. Also didn‘t do any beta reading

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. MISTAKES MAY BE THERE

‘‘If someone would to describe Building 3, they would say it‘s interesting. I mean there is one Guard who is everyones stylist in building 3, some dude who has an interesting way to dress up and than there is the most mysterious one of all these… A guy who wears a clown mask all the time, who almost never speaks and if he speaks,he speaks in riddles and everyone is left confused. He also randomly starts giggling or laughing.

No one really knows what his face looks like. Uno actually once tried to pry the mask off his face but it was like glued into his face. Many started rumoring that the reason he is wearing that mask, is because he is ugly under that mask. Y/N, the guard we are talking about, never denied nor confirmed these rumors and he never plans to until…

It was a nice morning for once in the Nanba Prison. ‘‘ So Y/N, it is very hot outside and you wear that mask… Isn‘t it hot under it?‘‘ asked one of the prisoners of Building 3, to be exact Trois. In the past he made clear that he had quite the interest in Y/N. Like expected there came no answer from Y/N. Why should he answer? It is none of Trois‘s Buisness. It was quite for while until Y/N started giggling. Like always it is random when he does. Ahato came into the picture : ‘‘ What‘s got you all so giggling?‘‘ Ahato asked and looked at Trois. He just shrugged. ‘‘Okaaayyy, anyways Y/N, Kiji wants to see you in his office‘‘ Y/N stopped giggling and just walked away without sparing a glance at the people who talked to him

‘‘So, why don‘t you take your mask of? I mean it is highly unprofessional for a Guard to wear a mask.‘‘ That was Kiji‘s first sentance as soon as Y/N closed the office doors. Kiji was joking. He just wants to see the face of the person who is infront of him. ‘‘Where is it you buisness on what I wear? Just look at yourself‘‘ Y/N said. Kiji should be offened at what he said but his voice was just so attractive. After just standing there Y/N just decided to leave. Little did he know that was going to be one of his biggest mistake.

Sometimes time is going at speed. Some days where time is going so slow that one hour feels like five hours and on other days times goes so fast that one hour was actually five hours. Today was one of the days where time is going fast. In just a blink it went from 8am to 12pm and with that also lunch time has started. So normally Y/N would go to the cafeteria, get his desired a food and leave to go to a private area to eat it food in peace. After he would be done Honey, Haru, Aki and Trois would sit at the table and would eat their food. Maybe if they are lucky Kiji and Ahato would also come.

Now before we start with the accident, I lied. One person has almost seen the face of the Handsome Clown (Y/N). It was none other than Kiji himself. As a human need, you need to shower. Usually Y/N Showers always alone, he waits until Ahato and Kiji are done so he can go. Well there was this one time were he was showering and Kiji just walked in and took the stall next to Y/N. Let me tell you, Y/N made it clear at the beginning the when he showers that he wants to be alone. Well Kiji forgot it apparently and just took the stall next to Y/N. ‘‘Kiji… what did I tell you guys at the beginning‘‘ Y/N said in a calm and scary voice. Kiji looked to the side and just the outline of Y/N face. He didn‘t saw the face of Y/N really.

(something similar like this, just behind a shower curtain and you behind it)

Anyways after that you can say Kiji was lovestruck. He fell inlove with Y/N. You would think due Y/N Character that he would reject Kiji but no… Let‘s just say Y/N had always that deep down desire for Kiji. Y/N wants to keep up his facade that he built, he didn‘t want to end up like some other guards. He lived his whole life like that. Mean Face Guy. Kiji just somehow broke it. Don‘t worry he keeps up the facade during work but behind the private walls he let‘s the wall down, ONLY for Kiji Eyes. I mean of course only his voice tone. Kiji hasen‘t seen Y/N Face yet, simply because Y/N doesn‘t want to. You would think because of insecurity but nahh, he just too lazy to take off the mask, he only takes off the mask when he showers. He even sleeps with the mask on his face. Kiji thinks it‘s weird. The thing is, Kiji tried to take off the mask from Y/N‘s face when he was sleeping. Turns out Y/N has an inner sensor when someone‘s hand is near his face. He just grabbed Kiji‘s hand, before it touches his mask and just plain up coldy said ‘No.‘ After that Kiji never tried again.

Let‘s go to the said accident. Y/N grabbed his plate of food from the counter and walked to ‘his‘ section. He didn‘t get far. Uno from building 13 ran straight into Y/N and knocked both of them down. Somehow during this the mask slipped from Y/N face and EVERYONE saw his face. Some had fangirling moment, some passed out and some of them looked scared. Y/N didn‘t look pleased. Uno laid still on the ground meanwhile Y/N slowly stood up. He just looked at Uno, with an blank face. Yes it was a very classy way that his face was revealed. Y/N thought that someone steals his mask while he was showering and because of that he was forced to walk around without his mask to search for the thief. He thought that‘s how his face was being shown to everyone. He didn‘t expect it to be in a classy way. ‘‘Now, what were you thinking number 11?‘‘ Y/N asked. Uno was shocked and didn‘t bring out a peep. He just stared silently at Y/N with pure shock. Y/N took Uno by his collar and brought him really close to his face. ‘‘I asked you a question‘‘ Y/N said slow. His question was answered pretty fast? Why because an angry looking Hajime Sugoroku stromed into the cafeteria. Hajime‘s anger got even worse when he saw the scene infront him. ‘‘UNO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!‘‘ Hajime asked, he wasn‘t very pleased. Uno started to stutter but no real answer came out. Y/N let go of Uno and he fell down with a very loud thud. Y/N just grabbed his mask, put it on his face and just walked away.

He left everyone by surprise. No one dared to say anything.

AND that is how everyone got to see Y/N face‘‘ Nico explained to Jyugo. ‘‘I AM ONE DAY SICK AND I MISS EVERYTHING SPECIAL. WHY? Also Guard Kiji and Y/N are dating?‘‘ Nico just nodded

Somewhere in Nanba Prison:

‘‘My handsome clown, I love you sooo much‘‘ Kiji said with a lovestruck face. Y/N was just laying on his chest and smiled to himself and just cuddled himself as close as possible to Kiji, he said, more like mumbled an ‘I love you too‘.

[castiwls]

First of all, I am SO happy to find another Taylor Fan who also likes supernatural.🤍 so please bare with me that is my first time requesting something! So i am in early season three (just watched the Bedtime Story episode)

I know it’s a bit long, and I hope you can understand it because English isn‘t my native language💀

And I would love an Sam x f!reader imagine somewhere between S1 - early S3, not a really specific episode or anything, but my idea was like to "invisible string"🤭 especially the „All This Time there was some invisible string tying you to me“, I had something in mind like, they are (obviously) both hunters who started working together longer ago because of a case, they started dating in the middle of it bc maybe one of them maybe nearly lost their life or something (you are completely free with that) and to get their heads to cool off after the most recent hunt, their looking through old pics (from the reader) together (childhood/uni pics, bc they went to the same college) and they start to notice Sam is in a lot of them in the back (from like holidays or something from the campus / something that the Uni did) and they never knew of one another until that hunt that bought them together.

I hope it‘s okay that my request is that long, but I didn‘t know how to make it shorter with my idea.💀 Anyways I hope you have a lovely day, and don‘t forget to breathe in, breathe though, breathe deep, breathe out🫶🏻 (yes that was a reference) and take your time with it, don‘t be in a rush🫶🏻

- Emy🫶🏻🤍 (aka a TTPD & Reputation Stan🫶🏻)

posted here !

this idea was so cute omg🥺 i know its been awhile since you requested (sorry btw) but I adore early seasons sam he's such a sweetheart <3

(also TTPD and rep so good dare a say two of her best and the labyrinth reference I LOVE)

[inventedfangirling]

I have another theory that came into my head rn that i need to share and you liked my other „thought“ so here we go 😭 i saw a few people talking about the „death and funeral talk“ sand and ray had in the last ep. And now i can‘t stop thinking about how ray asked sand if sand would sing that one song by micro at his funeral. Some people saying this is foreshadowing that one of them will die, but what if rays obsession with this one song came from the fact that this song played while rays mom was dying or something like that. I mean in one of the first episodes ray said to sand that the music he was playing are the old vinyl records from his mom.

Oh i don‘t know if my writing make sense and if my thought makes sense. And sorry in advance, english isn‘t my first language. 😭

okay first of all thankyou for sharing this with me🌻

second of all your english is perfectly fine, and more importantly as long as it gets the point across thats all that matters imo🥰

and to respond to what you said, more than anything, to me, it was that very request of singing micro by ray that made me freak out initially, i was convinced they were gonna kill off ray...but when i rewatched it, i focused how sand also talks about not wanting to die and wanting to fulfill his dreams and thouhht OHNO theyre gonna take my boy away😭

and then you came along and gave your alternate explanation to what could possibly have warranted first gushing about khao's acting in the finale and it not only made total sense to me but also gives me far more mental peace so now im choosing to live in that headcanon hehe so thank YOU

and also i feel like yes for sure micro has something to do with ray's mom but i do not think it was playing while she lay dead cos that would have been such a traumatic memory for ray and he would NOT be singing that song with such joy and light heartedness if that was indeed the bgm to him seeing his mom's dead body.

so im thinking it must have been playing on one of the few occasions in ray's childhood when his mom found time and energy to spend with him. one rare afternoon where he got to spend time having fun with his mother, where he didnt feel like a burden, where she genuinely looked at him with fondness and love.

maybe one of his only few good memories with her. micro could have been playing while that was happening. this is more plausible imo.

but ofc i can think of an extreme possibility where micro was playing while he saw his mom's body but his brain wasnt processing that it was that song that was playing.

and maybe a few weeks later he finds himself humming it and he decides to play the vinyls again to find where this melody came from...he feels good humming it (and if i again make a few more leaps this could be because even though he didnt consciously register it, this song did play on one of the last few times he got to see his mother. maybe just that fact bound the song to his memories in a way that went beyond logic and reason, its not like things like that cant happen either) and he wants to know what song it is and ever since then he has been fond of it for some inexplicable reason he cant quite put his finger to.

i went back to ep 2 to check if ray talked about this song being his favourite or anything and i saw something and now you have to see it too

??????????????

i was NOT ready for that

i mean ofc its a normal thing to say when somebody is poking you while driving but still in the context of it all it freaked me out!!

and alsooo i found that the lyrics that he sings here actually goes well with my theory of ray's brain subconciously registering the song as what was playing the last time he saw her and now im shook cos GET A LOAD OF THIS->

its like ray's brain telling him to forget the traumatic memory (and by extension his past) and let go, but also at the same time, its also desperately holding the memories close and not letting him forget either!!

ofc the rest of the song might say something else entirely i do not know about that, but this really does strike a chord with ray's story imo.

anyways wow i did NOT expect to write this much, nor that i would be making these many interesting leaps, connections and discoveries along the way so thank YOU for prompting this all💕

hoping that our worst fears about the character's fates dont come true...hope that ray can forget, that he can let go after processing his emotions and actually go on that tour around the world with sand 🥺✨️

[sheep-turtles-and-pizza]

Hello I saw the posts with Mikey and his Algae hair. The scary one‘s the cute one (and I am love.) So I wanted to ask if it is ok to use the designs. For fanart or fanfics (should I ever publish something🫠) I know some people don‘t like people doing something with their idea so I wanted to be sure. (Sorry if anything is wrong. English isn‘t my first language) Bye😁 (also great art)

Sure!! Go ahead! HAVE FUN.

I'd love to see my baby in different styles! And in fanfics too 💙

As long as I'm mentioned of course >vo

[stragefields]

Orientation Post

Firstly

english isn‘t my first language so there may be some mistakes. if you find some just tell me, thanks :D

What i will write

various male genshin characters (i‘m sorry but i won‘t write for females only but maybe someday as a special)

currently i write for:

albedo

ayato

alhaitham

childe (my little cinnamon roll)

diluc

xiao

zhongli

angst, fluff, smut (will try it) and more on request

I would say that i can write everything so don‘t be afraid to ask.

to be continued…

Masterlist

Albedo

the alchemist

Ayato

the yashiro and tri-commissioner

Alhaitham

the acting grand sage and academias scribe

Childe

the eleventh fatui harbinger

Diluc

head of mondstadt vinery tycoon and dark knight hero

Xiao

adeptus and protector of liyue

Zhongli

the geo archon

[zot3-flopped]

Sorry i found some spelling mistakes on my previous post about defendingts

Could you delete it and i will send in the new, corrected version?

since she always calls out people for bad spelling when it is difficult to scroll up in an ask on a phone. (English isn‘t everyone‘s first language but yk swifties and their excuses to hate)

thank youuu

will send in the new version

That post already has five notes so I'm not deleting it. It's fine.

[insomniacwritesdreams]

hi there, hope you‘re well.

i was reading one of your fics and wanted to ask, do you think you could maybe reevaluate the way you warn for sexual stuff in your fics a little bit? (don‘t worry, no trauma dumping or anything in here, you can keep reading i promise.)

i was reading Scattered Sheep on a recommendation (somebody liked it enough to rec it as one of their favorites :)) and i got to chapter 2, obviously had also read the tags for ‘implied sexual content’, saw the warning ‘slight sexual content is present in this chapter’ and thought okay, that‘s fine, i‘m good with that. so i kept reading and it wasn‘t just sex, it was sex he was explicitly uncomfortable with and regretted. and there’s quite a lot of focus on that, how he doesn’t really want to, and that‘s what would make it uncomfortable for certain readers, isn‘t it? i would have much more appreciated info about that detail, because it‘s not (just) the sex, it‘s (mainly) the context of it that makes it or breaks it, right? (i don‘t know if that‘s really a fitting phrase to use, english isn‘t my first language, but i hope it gets the point across.)

i hope you don‘t mind that i‘m asking here, i really like the anon feature tumblr allows for ahah.

i just thought without that specific info, the warning is kind of useless, isn‘t it?

i hope you can understand where i‘m coming from.

please have a nice week :)

Hey!

I don't mind you asking here at all and I actually really appreciate this. I think it's something that I can absolutely be more aware of for all my works and for Scattered Sheep it was definitely something I should have been a little more proactive in properly warning my readers. You're very right and as the writer Im sorry for any distress I may have caused by my lack of finding the proper language to warn of the situation.

Thanks again for voicing your concerns!

Hope you also have a good week!

[theangelsangmetosleep]

(I‘m once again super late, i‘m really sorry)

First off all, i need to get the thirst out of my body and confess: Changbin‘s smirk is probably one of my favorite physical attributes of him and yes i think it‘s beyond hot. 😵‍💫 So that was the first part where i could relate to MC. The banter between them while producing, ahh the tension was almost palpable. Could you blame MC? I wouldn‘t be able to think a single straight thought in his presence tbh.

I think i caught a easter egg there with chan being the captain of the swimming team 👀 do your jealousy drabbles play in the same universe? Or atleast this one and the one with Felix?

Then the concert. When i tell you i felt what MC felt so many times. Doubting whether i am as academically gifted or talented as others, constantly comparing myself to others. The moment when her dream seemed to shatter in an instant while watching them perform. 10/10. That felt like a dagger to my heart. Also being sad surrounded by drunk, happy, partying people is a different kind of sad. I believe i‘ve told you before but you just nail the psychological aspects of your characters. I‘ve related to more than one of your characters. In a way, it feels comforting to me bc i feel seen by your stories. I hope this makes sense sometimes it‘s really difficult for me to put my thoughts into words.

Changbin in this drabble is the epitome of „a man written by a woman“ to me. He sounds so perfect in a realistic way, while still having flaws. I think you captured his character perfectly. And the testosterone surplus might be annoying sometimes, but if it leads to being protected from creeps and getting carried bridal style, we can deal with it every now and then.

Lastly, i think you once stated that your first language is French? My first language isn‘t English either (obviously), but your diverse vocabulary is absolutely impressive. I‘ve been learning English since I was a child, but i still learn new interesting words while reading your stories.

Thank you for sharing this sweet drabble. I‘m excited for what‘s coming next. 🫶

jealousy jealousy || Changbin x Reader

Summary: It's as you're working with Changbin on a school project — and he's being as infuriating as he always is — that he invites you to go see 3racha perform in a bar that night. You decide to take the opportunity, because you do find the group talented, and also, what could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 4.3k

Genres: college AU, rapper!Changbin

Warnings & Tags: jealousy, academic rivals to lovers, alcohol consumption, brief sleazy behavior from someone else, consensual kiss while under the influence, light angst, oc has insecurities

series masterlist

A/N: Similarly to the I.N. oneshot, please ignore the thing about music if you know better and it doesn't make sense, my years of studying music theory are far behind me :') Hope you'll enjoy the piece, would appreciate to know your thoughts on it if you do!

If you had had your say on this assignment or on your choice for a partner, you wouldn’t be sitting there, across from Seo Changbin, in his fucking studio, watching him nod his head as he’s working on the arrangement you’re supposed to turn in next week.

“The guidelines say we’re supposed to use an unusual time signature,” you say, partly to be annoying and partly because he’s literally using 4/4, which, like, come on. It’s like he’s trying to go against the rules.

“They’re used for a reason,” he replies after a good thirty seconds of silence, which could be because he was ignoring you or because he can’t multitask. “It’s more important to turn in something that’s good than something that follows the guidelines.”

“That’s not mutually exclusive.”

“You can’t let others tell you what to do,” he insists, still looking at his screen. “You have to make your own decisions based on what’s good for—”

“It sounds like you just can’t take a challenge,” you interrupt him and this time, he turns around to glare at you. For a second, he looks offended, which was the reaction you were going for and, you have to say, it brings you an evil satisfaction. Then a corner of his lips lift and he smirks.

You really don’t like how attractive you find that look on him.

“You think that’s going to work on me?”

You grit your teeth. Well, rationale and logic weren’t getting you anywhere so far, so this was at least worth a try.

“I’m not looking forward to you tanking my grade,” you reply with a shrug, attempting, and probably failing, to look nonchalant.

This time he scoffs before going back to the computer.

“It’s not going to tank our grade. The teacher values quality more than following the rules, and even if he didn’t, you shouldn’t change yourself to make someone happy.”

Valuable life advice, you’re sure. It just does not apply whatsoever when a grade is at stake. Unfortunately though, he is right about this teacher valuing ‘quality’, though you don’t like how subjective his view of it appears to be. You think there should be metrics when it comes to grading your students. Either way, so far Changbin’s been fucking breezing through this class because the teacher just adores everything he puts out. You think it’s a gross display of favoritism and you suspect that it has a lot to do with 3racha’s popularity, but everyone’s too busy making heart eyes at the golden boy to think about it.

And, look, you like 3racha. You think they’re talented. You don’t know where Chan finds the time to do music while being captain of the swimming team and all the other stuff he’s doing — seriously, when does he sleep —, you think Jisung’s a very talented singer, rapper, producer — basically a one man group already without needing to add the other two in— and Changbin’s… Yeah. Changbin’s good. There’s no way you could deny that. That’s not the problem.

The problem is that it doesn’t seem to have crossed his mind that there are some people in here who don’t have a record deal lined up for them as soon as they walk out of their graduation. Some people who are not going to have full creative control over their stuff until they’ve really established themselves, if that ever happens. Some people who also just simply enjoy figuring out a way of making something interesting, something good in ways they wouldn’t have thought of if they hadn’t been forced to deal with an obstacle of some sort barring them from picking the easiest solution.

The problem is that, as you reluctantly have to admit, Changbin isn’t picking the easiest solution. In fact, once you notice what he’s doing, you can’t help but lean forward on your seat, all your attention on him and his hands moving on the keyboard. Shit. It seems, infuriatingly, that he had a point.

“What’d you think?” he asks once he’s done, and you blink yourself back to reality after having watched him work his magic.

“It’s smart,” you admit. You’re not the type to lie just because you have an issue with him. “Using tertiary rhythms in 4/4 to give the impression of another time signature… Yeah. It’s good.”

You can practically see his ego getting bigger with every word you say. Dammit, you almost wish he were a hack.

“But,” you add, a little too be annoying and a little because you have an actual point to make, “I think you should start off with binary rhythms.”

Changbin visibly deflates, then frowns, and you realize belatedly that you might have been able to push back on the use of the time signature then and there. You think he’d have given in, if you still didn’t like the end result, but that hadn’t even occurred to you.

“Why?” he asks, folding his — impressive — arms over his chest. “That’d be boring.”

You shake your head, pushing yourself up next to him and taking the mouse out of his hands to start making the changes that are clear as day in your mind. The gesture seems to outrage him, but if you’re being honest that’s actually a plus in your book, so, tough to be him.

“You start out with something familiar,” you explain as you’re working, “to lull the listener into a false sense of security. Then you hit them with the unusual to have a bigger impact and to make them wonder how the piece got there. That way, they’ll think they’ll know exactly what you’re going for from the start and be more surprised when you go for something else.”

There are a few seconds of silence after that, before Changbin also leans forward, his body suddenly much closer to yours.

“You have to work on the transition some more if you’re going for that,” he says, and his breath tickles your cheek. “’cause it’s just gonna feel jarring if you don’t.”

“I was getting to that,” you say with a click of your tongue, elbowing him in the stomach in an attempt to keep him from messing with your work. Through the first, soft layer, you come in contact with strong abs, which doesn’t surprise you considering how much time he’s rumored to spend at the gym.

Not that you’re paying attention to these rumors or anything. It’s just— Know your enemy, or something.

He does manage to use his muscles pretty easily to get the mouse back, and after an undignified shriek when he wraps an arm around your body to lift you up and get you away, you admit defeat. If your cheeks are warm now, it’s just because of the effort.

It’s also the reason your heart beats faster, and it’s got nothing to do with the satisfied grin Changbin shoots back at you once he’s back in front of the computer.

“Hey,” he says as he’s working, “you know 3racha’s having a concert tonight?”

Of course you do.

“I heard about it.”

“You should come. I can get you in.”

You raise an eyebrow. You’ve never actually seen 3racha perform. Tickets to their stuff aren’t that easy to get on campus or around i, and you’re also busy working your ass off most of the time, whether it’s for classes or at your part-time job. But you have tonight off, and considering this assignment is going nicely…

You bite your lower lip as you consider it. You’re not really looking forward to the screaming crowd looking at Changbin like he’s a god, but you are interested in the actual show. You’ve heard so much about them, and the stars aligning for a ticket offer and not having to work…

Ah, fuck it.

“Okay.”

Changbin’s head whips back in your direction.

“What?”

You take a step back, shoulders instinctively coming up to your ears. Your defenses come back up in a matter of seconds.

“If you don’t want me there, you shouldn’t have—”

“No, you should come!” he protests, and then his voice gets softer. “I’d be super happy if you came, I just didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“Of course I am,” you say with a shrug.

Changbin turns around towards the computer, but not before you catch a bright smile on his lips. Not his signature smirk. A bright, genuine smile.

And this time, you have no excuse when your heart skips a beat.

It doesn’t come off as a shock to you that 3racha are really fucking good on stage. You didn’t have any trouble getting into the bar after giving your name, which Changbin had told you would be enough. It had taken a little more, uh, elbow work to get reasonably close to the stage, because the place was already pretty filled up. The people there are almost all from the college, but there are a few groups of mostly young men — some looking like they’re too young to have been let in — that stick out as well.

You make yourself comfortable as you wait, sending the occasional glare at people pushing you. Lots of girls there, you note, and you don’t think they’re all there for the music, which you find amusing. You certainly don’t judge. That’s something that the people from the labels would have noted, and it’s not like there’s a wrong way of enjoying a group.

The crowd goes wild around you when Jisung — or rather J-One, his stage name — jumps on stage, practically vibrating with energy. You don’t really catch what he’s saying, both because it’s too loud and because he’s speaking too fast. You are, however, acutely aware of the way he presents himself, of his cocky grin, of the way he sticks his tongue out and wipes at his lower lip with his thumb.

He’s followed on stage by Changbin, who, unlike him, barely looks like he’s acting. Yeah, his stage persona is raw confidence, supercharged with charisma, but he doesn’t bother doing much of anything — though you think he’s flexing his muscles a little more than usual. Except, of course, when he gives the audience that fucking smirk of his.

And suddenly, you’re very, very aware of how hot it is in the room.

Chan’s the last one to get on, and he does so with a roar of “Are you ready?”. Everyone goes insane, and you find yourself being pushed around by the people around you jumping up and down. Though you’re not quite giving in just yet, you do enjoy the enthusiasm. If half of what you’ve heard about them is true, they certainly deserve the hype. Seeing the wide, uncontainable smile on Chan’s face at the crowd reaction, as he can’t keep up with his stage persona for a few seconds, just makes your heart swell.

Then, after getting the crowd even more riled up, they get started with their set. You’re familiar with all the songs, of course. Music is ideally going to become your job and you want to keep yourself updated, but also, you do find them to be good. Even the stuff that’s not to your personal taste is always backed up by an actual creative idea, which is not something you’d say about a lot of pop songs that get blasted on the radio every day. It makes their music feel new, and yeah, sometimes it means it’s not that easily accessible and it’s going to turn some people off, but it sure makes you respect their artistic integrity.

They’re also giving themselves on stage, 100%. And, because there’s just no point in denying it now, Changbin looks ridiculously fucking hot doing it. It makes all sorts of things tingle in your stomach and lower when he growls in the mic. You haven't been able to look away for a second.

Outside of the general hotness — you’re human, what can you say — you can’t help but appreciate everything else, everything musical. How easily he rides the beat, how music seems to inhabit his body, how skillfully he’s crafted the verses and choruses and made them feel— You’re not sure how to phrase it. They’re not predictable, but they are obvious. It feels like there would be no other way of doing them, no better way of phrasing them, no arrangement that would be more efficient. It has to be that way.

And it’s as they’re reaching the peak of their last song that dread washes over you, seeping straight to your bones.

You find Changbin annoying. You think he’s cocky, overconfident, and that he doesn’t pay enough attention to others. You also don’t like the way he gets everything handed to him on a silver platter and that, unlike you, he doesn’t have to split his time between work and college. But if you’re being honest, that’s not nearly enough of a reason to dislike him. The guy wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s always happy to help out, maybe even lets people take advantage a little bit. And he’s so, so fucking talented. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find all of that attractive.

The problem, as you’re staring at him on stage, is that the question that is truly at the center of it all, the one you’ve refused to ask yourself all this time as you kept working your ass off and he kept doing better than you, just came up to the surface, and you can’t avoid it any longer.

What if you just don’t have it?

Look, you believe in hard work, but you find it hard to deny that some people just have something else. Call it talent, call it luck, whatever. Changbin’s got it.

You’re not sure you do.

You just might keep working and working and working and never get to the level he’s at. You might just not have the thing that makes him able to come up with hooks that stay inside your head for days on end.

What’s been your dream job for almost a decade now might remain forever out of reach.

As the crowd erupts in cheers around you, and 3racha stay on the stage, breathing heavily, sweat dripping down their forehead, the future you’ve always wished for doesn’t quite shatter completely in front of your eyes, but it takes a nasty crack that ripples onto its entire surface.

You turn around, away from the stage. You hadn’t planned on that, but fuck it.

You need a drink.

Even as you down two drinks a little too quick and gesture for a third, you know this is a bad idea. You’re running straight into a wall, you’re going to regret this so much tomorrow, and you’re doing it anyway. This isn’t like you. You make the good decision, the right decision, you do what’s smart, what you should do.

Except apparently, none of that is enough, and that thought gets you to ingest the third drink as well, the burning taste of alcohol a welcome distraction.

“You can really knock these back,” a voice comments next to you.

You glance at the guy who’s already way too close in your personal space for a stranger. Normally, you would roll your eyes and you’d never even consider entertaining it. Who even hits on someone after they’ve seen them try their best to get intoxicated in as short an amount of time as possible?

Tonight though, his maths has paid off, because you welcome the distraction.

If you’re going to be making bad decisions, why stop at one, right?

You spin yourself towards him, rest your elbow on the counter and put your head on your hand in a pretty unnatural pose. You’re not quite coordinated — not usually, and certainly not with that amount of alcohol in your blood — but it doesn’t appear to throw him off.

“Sure can,” you say — it might come off slurred, you can’t tell, “but the question is, can you?”

He raises an eyebrow, but he looks amused. Honestly, he’s giving sleazy vibes, a little too happy to be running into someone trying to get wasted, you just— you just don’t give a fuck right now. You feel like you’ve watched the life slip forever out of your reach, and you just want to forget about it, forget about how you may never get a job and never live from what you want to do most in the world, forget about fucking Seo Changbin and how ridiculously talented he is when you’re— Yeah, you’re ordering another drink.

The guy offers to pay for you, and you’re not going to say no. He makes a dumb comment about it which you think is supposed to be a joke and you laugh way too hard, throwing your head back in a tried and tested move.

As you make painful small talk with him while waiting for your drink, you’re struck by how mediocre he seems to be. When you’re around Changbin, as annoying as he can be, the conversation’s just… brilliant. He’s interesting, he’s actually smart, he has stuff to say, and talking to him makes you feel, well, annoyed, sure, but it’s also challenging. He never bores you.

It’s been less than a minute, and you already wish that guy would shut up.

He doesn’t. He seems intent on smothering you with facts about his life that he probably believes to be impressive — his money, his job, his connections —, like you don’t know why he’s doing it. It’s almost insulting that he seems to believe that he’s seducing you with all of that fairly mundane stuff, when really, the attention you’re giving him has nothing to do with, well, him.

He’s moved on to putting his arm around your shoulders in the least subtle way known to man when you hear your name and you turn back around.

There’s Changbin, eyeing you and the guy, looking half pissed, half concerned.

“Oh, hey,” you say. “You were really good.”

His eyebrows knit, but then a smile that he can’t seem to hold back lifts a corner of his lips. It’s not arrogant for once, almost bashful actually.

“You thought so?”

So good that it gave you an existential crisis, so, yeah, you did.

“Yeah, you guys weren’t bad,” the dude behind you chimes in, and since you’ve got your back turned to him, you openly roll your eyes, which Changbin can’t miss. You doubt the guy knows shit about the time and efforts that had to go into that set, or into the writing of the song before even getting onto the stage, for that matter. “A bit derivative,” he adds, like an asshole, “but you might go on to do great stuff.”

There’s nothing bashful about Changbin’s smile now. He doesn’t look hurt or anything, but he seems to be thinking that the guy’s a real fucking moron.

“Thanks,” he says, sarcasm dripping in his voice which the dude doesn’t catch. Then his eyes fall on the glasses in front of you, and back to the hand on your shoulder. “Is that all yours?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m questioning my existence,” you reply with a shrug. “So that seemed like a good idea.”

Changbin looks confused for a second, but not completely deterred by your lack of coherence.

“’kay, then I think I should take you home.”

That’s objectively a good idea, and the more time you’re spending looking at him and talking to him, the less you want to keep talking to the other dude, actually.

“Hey,” the guy in question says from behind you, “I got there first. Find someone else, dude.”

Changbin’s eyes harden instantly and he takes a threatening step forward. He’s shorter than the man, but significantly larger. You just so happen to not be drunk enough to watch them fight. You blame your dad’s genes for making you somewhat good at handling your alcohol, because you wish you were hammered enough not to care right now. You push yourself on your feet, a bit unsteady, and put your hand on Changbin’s arm — totally to stop him and not at all to stop yourself from face planting. His muscles, you discover with some interest, are not just impressive but also extremely hard, perhaps because he’s prepared to fight.

“It’s good,” you say, “thanks for the drinks but he’s right, I need to get home.”

The man’s face contorts with anger.

“You can pay for your own drinks, you fucking—”

One of Changbin’s arms wrap around your waist, and then he takes a step forward, easily getting you out of the way while keeping you against him, to grab the man by the collar.

“Want to finish that sentence, asshole?”

If you were sober, you’d think something judgmental about men and aggressiveness. Right now, you mostly, uh, think it’s very very hot of him. Being pressed into his hard body makes your heart rate spike up, and in that state, it’s so hard to deny how attracted you are to him.

The guy backs down quickly, sputtering an apology, and then Changbin’s dragging you away, keeping his arm around you to ensure you stay on your feet.

“You okay?” he asks. His eyes scan your body, focusing back on your face when he finds nothing.

Alcohol has a tendency of making you even snappier than you usually are. Right now, though, hearing the genuine worry in his voice, you feel that part of you melting away.

“I’m good, Changbin. I think I just— I just need to get home.”

And though he’d be the last person you’d take help from if you were sober, he seems like the perfect pick at the moment.

You make it to the campus without too much trouble. It’s not like your legs don’t carry you anymore, just that you don’t walk quite straight, but Changbin doesn’t let go of you for one second of that walk, monitoring you the whole time, and then he insists on getting you back to your room as well. At least you live alone, because that is not something you’d like to have to explain.

“Did something happen?” Changbin asks, finally, as you’re making it up the steps, like he just can’t keep it in anymore. Your mind, which had been peacefully quiet this whole time, filled with his warmth and his presence, is flooded with noise again. It takes you a few long, painful seconds before you come up with something to say.

“Do you think I’m any good at this?” you ask just as you’re reaching your floor.

He shoots you a weird look.

“Good at what?”

Right, he wasn’t privy to everything that was going on in your mind.

“You know,” you say with a vague gesture. “Music. Producing. What we do.”

“Of course you’re good at it,” he scoffs like it’s the most obvious thing ever. “You’re super creative. You can follow all the stupid rules the teachers give us and still turn something good in. You think I’d let you work on my stuff in my studio if I didn’t think you were good?”

It’s his tone that gets to you, you think. Changbin’s honest to a fault, from what you’ve seen, but he says this so matter-of-factly, so casually, that it’s hard to question, even for just a second, that he doesn’t believe what he’s saying. You know it will take a moment to sink in, that Changbin has that kind of confidence in you when even you don’t, but, even if the thoughts will definitely come back later, it’s like he dispelled them all in just a few sentences.

It’s as you’re coming to a stop in front of your door that he almost jumps with realization.

“Wait a second. Did that fucker say—”

And then you kiss him. It’s not that hard, from the position you were in, to pivot into wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his, which you find to be soft and plump. He tenses for a second before his hand tightens on your waist and he kisses you back hungrily. If he can taste the alcohol on your lips, it doesn’t seem to bother him. His hand holds you close to him with almost bruising strength, but it remains chastely on your waist, his only movements coming from his lips and tongue.

His teeth graze against your lower lip, pulling on it, and it sends shivers through your whole body, but this is when you pull away from him. Despite his previous stillness, his head moves forward, chasing your lips for just a few seconds longer.

When you open your eyes, you find him panting, cheeks and ears a pronounced shade of red. It’s— extremely cute, if you’re being honest.

“Thank you for taking me home,” you say.

“Y—Yeah,” he says, glancing away when his voice cracks. “Yeah,” he repeats, “any time.”

“I’m gonna go to bed now,” you say, though you still haven’t taken your arms from around him.

“That’s good,” he says with a decisive nod. “’cause, you know, you’re drunk, and I wouldn’t wanna— You should go to bed.”

It makes you giggle, but you still decide give yourself a second more, during which you put your head on your shoulder, and Changbin just lets you, his hand rubbing circles on your back. When you still don’t move, he clears his throat.

“D’you want me to carry you?”

“Seriously?”

His response to that is to lift you up princess-style, one arm under your knees and the other under your back. He lets out a grunt as he lifts you, but then stabilizes himself and manages to get you through the door.

You know that you’ll have some things to seriously think about when you wake up with a throbbing headache, but in that moment, you just laugh and let him carry you to your bed, because having his arms around make you feel safe.

He makes you feel like you’re going to be okay.

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[blackcatwithatinyhat]

Okay, so fair warning for anyone who is gonna read this: this is going to be a looooong post appreciating something i‘ve seen today. It‘s my opinion, so you don‘t have to like or share it. Alright now that that‘s done

Holy shit how awesome is Hamilton!!! I mean i‘ve loved the songs before but seeing them with the PERFORMANCE was just mind blowing. And i hadn‘t even listen to every song before so it was even more captivating than it already was. I knew that king george‘s performance was going to be funny but it was still better than i imagined. Same with every single other performer! How they did that with the bullets sybolizing how they slowly fly through the air (Spoiler incoming i guess?) and the whole duel scene between Burr and Alexander was just a Masterpiece!

And don‘t even get me started on the music oh my lord that was overwhelming. And i had doubts about how much i would like the music because it of course isn‘t the same to a t as the one i hear on the recording (everyone sings it a bit different) but what was i thinking of course i loved it way more than the songs i hear on the album because i saw the facial expressions to the emotion in the voice and boy was there some emotion. I had tears in my eyes like three times and i came out of the theatre with wet eyes.

So i thank you Lin-Manuel Miranda and everyone that worked on/for this amazing Musical for creating it and should you, whoever you are that is still reading this (first of all thank you for investing time in this) ever have doubts if you should go watch Hamilton my opinion is: it‘s worth it times three. And i say that as someone whose native language isn‘t english and have the second opinion of someone who went there with me who normally doesn‘t like Musicals that much, didn‘t know almost anything about the story, never heard a song (only when i blasted them through the house) and whose native language isn‘t english.

If you are still reading and had hoped i would come to a conclusion or something other than the fact that i love Hamilton i am sorry to dissapoint.

Anyway, have a great night/day, don‘t forget to sleep/eat something if you are already long on here, maybe you need it :)

[landoncrris]

Fluff Alphabet - Mason Mount

notes: this is my first sort of writing ever so it‘s probably not really good but i want to start writing so this is kind of me practicing

warnings: english is not my first language so i‘m sorry for any grammatical mistakes

word count: 2.1k

i just needed to use this picture because i think about it every single second of my life

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A ctivities - What does he like to do with their s/o? How does he spend his free time with them?

Mason isn‘t big on activities. He‘s perfectly content with spending all his free time (which unfortunately isn’t much because of his work) just cuddled up on the sofa with you and watching some movie on netflix. On special occasions, he would love to go out with you, but would rather do something fun like go to a theme park, than dress up and go to a restaurant.

B est friend - What would he be like as a best friend?

With Mason it would definitely never get boring, he‘s always up for a fun time and tells silly jokes - or even a few bad pick-up lines - to make you laugh. He would also support you in everything you do and help you wherever he could.

Being best friends with Mason would mean being good friends with Declan, as he‘s also his best friend.

C omfort - How would he help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

If you come home and he saw that something was bothering you, he would drop everything to comfort you. Mason would immediately offer to hold you, let you rent about your day and he’d murmur comforting words in your ear + kiss your head every few seconds. If you wanted your space and to be alone for some time, he‘d give you that space and wouldn’t force you to tell him anything.

D omestic - Does he want to settle down? How is he at cooking and cleaning?

If this man is sure that you‘re the one, he‘ll quite literally do anything to keep you and cherish you every second of his life. The idea of spending the rest of his life with you is a big yes for him. He‘ll want all that romantic stuff like a huge engagement and wedding, and basically anything that makes you feel like a princess. So yeah, when he sees how special you are, he’ll want to settle down with you and never wake up next to anyone else again.

He does cook a few times, but when he does, it‘s only to do it with you, and he uses it as an excuse to be close to you and hold you. When you both had a long day he‘d rather order something in so you can both stay on the couch or in bed. There were a few times tho were he baked together with his niece, and he‘s actually not that bad at baking biscuits, just a little uncreative at decorating them. But when it comes to doing his laundry, he‘s completely lost. I mean, before you moved in with him, his mother was still doing his laundry.

E qual - Is he the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

It seems like Mason is the dominant one in the relationship, but people close to you know that he‘s absolutely whipped for you and would do anything you ask. So in the end it‘s actually pretty balanced.

F ights - does he fight with you? how does he handle it?

Like in any normal relationship, there are some arguments or misunderstandings, but almost never really big fights. Sometimes in the heat of the moment he says some things he didn‘t mean, but as soon as one of you is out of the house, he knows it was wrong and immediately regrets it. But no matter how heated the argument was, you both try to never go to sleep or travel angry with each other.

G ratitude - How grateful is he in general? Is he aware of what his s/o is doing for him?

He is incredibly grateful, especially that you always find time to come to his games and support him. Even if you‘re just sitting at home, wearing his name on your back and cheering him on, it‘s worth a lot to him. He shows you his gratitude with lots of kisses and plans cute dates for the two of you. He also loves to spoil you a little, even if you insist that he doesn‘t. He loves the smile on your face whenever he gives you something.

H ugs - Does he like hugs? How often does he do it? What are his hugs like?

Abso-fucking-lutely, he loves giving you hugs. Especially hugs from behind. He hugs you no matter what you‘re doing, whether you’re cooking something, going shopping together or standing with a group of friends, Mason just loves to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder and occasionally kissing your neck. This is by far his favorite way to hug you, even though it often leads to comments from family or friends about how whipped he is.

His hugs are also out of this world. Whenever he hugs you and buries his head in your neck (while tickling you with his beard) you‘re content and just feel safe and at peace. It‘s your favorite way for him to comfort you.

I love you - How fast does he say the L-word?

As a Capricorn, it doesn‘t need much for him to catch feelings. Although falling in love is a whole other level, it happened really fast with you. From the first date, he knew that you were special and it only took a few weeks for him to fall in love with you. He didn‘t say those words right after he realized it tho out of fear he‘s overwhelming you and you wouldn’t feel the same way yet. So it took him a while to tell you, but in the end it was all good and you two spent the rest of the day as giggling messes and saying it to each other in any given situation. Even now he refuses to leave the house without muttering an „I love you“ to you.

J ealous - does he get jealous?

Sometimes he does get a little bit jealous, even though he trusts you completely, but it annoys him a lot to see other men lingering around you too much. He just wants to show everyone around you that you‘re his.

K isses - What are his kisses like?

He‘s a really good kisser and usually gets very involved in it. In public, he loves to kiss you on the forehead or cheek, but not really full-on make-out sessions. Unless he‘s trying to show others that you‘re his, then he loves to make out with you and catch everyone’s attention. In private he‘s a very passionate kisser who loves to use his tongue and savour your taste for hours.

L ittle ones - How is he around children?

He gets along very well with children and they usually adore him, just like the other way around. He helps kids wherever he can and wants them all to have a great time. For the children in his family, he loves babysitting them, carrying them around and playing with them whenever they‘re near him. He often asks his sister to stay over so you two can spend some quality time with his niece (and maybe practice for the future too).

M arriage - Has he thought about it?

A few years ago he couldn‘t imagine anyone in particular walking down the aisle, however that has changed since he met you. He’s definitely thought about it and often catches himself picturing your future together and if it were up to him, he wouldn‘t wanna wait any longer to make you his wife. And the thought of calling you Mrs Mount and wearing your last name on his jersey too?.. he‘d go crazy.

N icknames - Does he use them? Which one are his favorites?

Most of the time he just calls you by your short name because it just feels more personal. But he does love to call you ‚babe‘ or ‚baby‘ , and sometimes just some weird nickname he found on the internet to make you laugh, which often ends up in a competition of who can come up with the funniest one. His favorite way to call you is ‚love‘ because he just sees the fluttering feeling it gives you every single time.

O pen - How long does it take him to reveal something about him?

It took him longer to tell you everything that was going through his mind than to say „I love you“. Not because he didn‘t trust you, but because he‘s afraid to open up completely to someone and that this person will leave him. Thats why he‘s very cautios in new relation- or friendships and prefers to tell his family about his problems. But after a few months he has realized that whenever he has something on his mind, it helps him so much when he tells you, because just a few words from you and your hands on his scalp playing with his hair can cheer him up already.

P atience - How easily angered is he?

He‘s not one to get angry easily. He usually walks around with a smile on his face, no matter what has happened before. Something really bad must‘ve happened for him to get angry. Except in moments where his patience is tested, like on the pitch or when he sees other people flirting with you/being rude to you.

Q uirk - Something you find special about him

One thing you noticed very early on is that Mason always sticks his tongue out or just keeps his mouth open whenever he‘s concentrated, and that’s one of the most adorable things to you because he can‘t really control it, it just happens. Other things are his little victory dances when he‘s won something. And quite the opposite: he’s such a sore loser and you just find it really cute how annoyed and pouty he gets.

R omantic - Is he romantic?

Mason is a very romantic guy when it comes to you. He just tries to do everything he can for you because he thinks that you deserve only the best. Because of that huge effort he puts into everything, it makes it even more romantic because you can tell that his heart is really in it. Upon that - even tho he‘s not the biggest fan of romantic movies - he loves to have those cliché moments with you, like kissing/dancing in the rain. which was also how your first kiss went.

S mile - does he smile around you?

He smiles more than you realize. He often gets this giddy feeling and just thinks about how much he loves you and how happy and lucky he is to have you by his side, because he thinks that you‘re simply the best think that ever happened to him. He has a smile on his face even when you do the simplest things. But nothing compares to the sound of your laugh and the way your voice sounds when you tell him that you love him.

T ouch - is he touchy?

YES. He is basically the most touchy person ever. Mason is touchy with everyone as his love language is touch, but with you it's on a whole other level. Whenever you haven't seen each other for a while, he gets super clingy and never leaves your side. When he's had a shower after coming home from training, the first thing he wants to do is lie against your chest for at least an hour so he can calm down. In public, he always has at least one hand touching yours, on your thigh or around you. And if the two of you attend a party or event together, he cannot be apart from you for more than one interview.

U gly - what would be some bad habits of him?

posting these weird tiktoks. i‘m so sorry i couldn‘t think of anything else he‘s literally perfect.

V anity - How concerned is he with his looks?

He‘s not exactly what you would call vain, but he pays a lot of attention to his appearance. One explanation for this is that he‘s always being photographed, at training or during/after matches. So it‘s no secret that in their changing room, he takes the longest to get ready and fix his hair. But oh boy does he know that he looks good. Every single compliment would make him so damn cocky too-

W hole - Would he feel incomplete without you?

Of course he would. He may not believe in soulmates, but he believes that you are like a missing puzzle piece he didn‘t know he needed till he found you. Now he can’t imagine a life without you and strongly believes that he can never love anyone the way he loves you.

X tra - A random headcanon for him

Whenever he‘s gone bc of his job, he‘ll facetime you as soon as he‘s back alone in his hotel room, to quell the homesickness he feels when you’re not there. He‘ll want to talk about both your days first, till he‘s too tired and decides to put his phone next to him, so you can look at each as you fall asleep.

Y uck - what he doesn‘t want in a relationship

He wouldn‘t want to share you with anyone, like having an open relationship. He wants all your attention and cuddles to himself because for him you‘re enough and he doesn‘t need anything or anyone else in his life.

Z zz - how he likes to sleep

He is definitely a spooner. Always has at least one arm wrapped around your middle. On the rare occasions when he’s feeling really down and needy, he‘ll ask you if he can be the little spoon tho.

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HIHIHI <3333 💭 for the celebration with solangelo <3 and cym as very very very specific aesthetics? (ignore this if the celebration is over ajksjkjkd)

Thanks for the ask!

Here the cym:

dark academia: @every1-shutup-im-dyinginside

light academia: @its-tea-time-darling ,@gallyseyebrowz ,@feareth-who and ofc you

cottagecore: @every1-shutup-im-dyinginside ,@feareth-who ,@mychal-is-ok ,@greygreen118

grunge: @enbysiriusblack

indie: @feareth-who and youuuuu

spacecore: @fanvergentinexistentialcrisis , @chaserofstarsandtheabyss

witchcore: @lysanderavagoth

Solangelo Headcannons:

- They often go to the Lake or in the forest and have picnics there. They can lay on the ground and cuddle for hours.

- They go visit Will‘s mother sometimes and she absolutely loves Nico (who doesn‘t). She‘s so sorry for the poor little guy after Will tells her Nico‘s story, so she starts caring about him like if he was her son.

- They often cook together but Will is terrible at it. Nico is quite good so it often end with Nico actually cooking and Will watching him and making terrible jokes about it.

- They love reading cheesy romantic books together, because in the end they can always laugh about it. Actually Will dosesn‘t like it very much but he does it anyways because he loves to see Nico happy.

I‘m sorry for all the grammar faults, English isn‘t my first language

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Hello! I would ask for a magi matchup please? I don’t know if I did it right so sorry btw :,)

(I‘m open to any gender)

Sexuality: Queer/Ace Gender: Girl  Personality: ENFP (It could be outdated) Zodiac sign: Taurus

I‘m a very outgoing and optimistic person, I have a talent for socializing. I‘m observant as hell and I’m a very loyal friend! I‘m known for the funny/ therapist friend but I‘m smart when it comes to one of my interests (multiple fandoms). One of my hobbies is to read and I basically don‘t do anything other then that, I draw sometimes and create different working masks designs (some where the mask can spin and stuff). I‘m a calm person (only not when I get a new hyperfixtion, I love to rant about random things) and I do not judge easily, most of the time I keep myself out of it actually. I have a bad tendency that I sometimes am to careless about things and I often overlook it. The other bad patz of myself is that I‘m brutally honest with my opinions and sometimes they can be seen as harsh. Okay but now for other facts about me!

I‘m a very creative person, I always was. I‘m writing stories for 4/5 years and I never had an outburn once (I‘m actually kind of proud for this one… but shush). I‘m a theater kid and already played some big roles, I‘m a babysitter (most of the time I do it for free but sometimes I get money, it’s cool!), and the school subjects I‘m the best at are English, PE and Science. I also have the bad habit of daydreaming so hehe– but anyways I think I don‘t have more. Sorry if the grammar isn‘t perfect– English isn‘t my first language. But thanks anyways and sorry if I did it wrong ^^*

Your grammar is great! Thank you.

Solomon

If this man wasn’t with Sheba then he’d be with you! Not only is he intrigued by your outgoing and positive personality but he also likes your observant nature as you’ll need it when it comes to this guy. Your loyalty will be probably his favorite thing about you and you’d be one of the very few people he’d open up to as well. Solomon finds your humor refreshing and enjoys your creativity. He’s a bit protective of you often being others’ therapist friend as he would want you to make sure to take care of yourself too which could a few arguments. He wouldn’t mind your honesty and sometimes, might even view it as entertaining.

As for the hobbies, Solomon loves to read too and wouldn’t mind curling up with both you and a good book. He would find your mask making and theater work phenomenal and would be interested in seeing all of your works. He’d love your hyper fixations and how calming you can be. Solomon would find your ability in babysitting great and might even consider having a kid with you. Congratulations! You’ve got yourself a literal god.

Other matches are David and Arba