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strawberry kisses | myg

pairing: yoongi x reader | type: oneshot | words: 9.6k | rating: 18+ / M

Yoongi loves Summer. It’s a time of basking in the sun, feeling the beach breeze, and taking in the crisp scent of his favorite strawberry field during the annual market festival. He goes every year to pick fresh berries. And every year he watches from afar as you do the same, but he's never mustered the courage to properly talk to you. Good thing you finally have.

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The night is long and it seems as if it could go on forever. Slid down into his chair, Yoongi stares at blocks of colors stacked on top of one another, each holding a different sound from drums, to synthboards, to 808s. He’s been working on this track since before the sun came up. He continues to blink at the track, scrolling back and forth, thinking of how to fill the gaps.

He knows he didn’t sleep enough, but not finishing this track has been bothering him throughout the week. His temples are pounding and his eyes feel heavy too as he feels like someone is poking him in the back of the eye socket. It could partly be his fault as he’s sitting in his dark ass bedroom with his computer screen on full brightness and gazing upon his work without glasses. Really, he should have gone to his studio, but his body’s been content with just being here.

At the moment, Yoongi’s over it, clicking the save button and turning the computer off, watching as the little ring goes round in circles till the screen goes dark, leaving him to stare back at his own reflection. He looks a hot mess: just a sunken lump of ruffled hair and cat-like eyes as he’s tucked away into his hoodie, nose down. He feels like he needs a hot shower to ease his muscles from the absolute deadlock he’s placed his body in.

Yoongi swivels in his chair, turning towards the floor to ceiling window as he gazes up on the many skyscrapers clustered around, lit up with neon signs or office lights from remaining employees. His eyes shift, following cars till they're out of his sight, just for him to target another.

The city is beautiful at night, but he can’t help but feel out of place. He’s alone for most of the day, and barely sees his friends which you could say is partly his fault. But even with them, he feels like he’s just drifting along till the next big thing in his life happens.

Yoongi sighs, closing his eyes to listen to the bustling transportation. He feels himself about to drift off, when his phone vibrates against his hand, prompting him to pull both from his hoodie pocket.

He taps the screen, immediately turning away at the brightness. After quickly turning it down, he enters his password, redirected to his messages.

Joon: drinks with me and Hobi

Yoongi stares at the message from his friend. It’s been awhile since he’s seen them, and he knows he wants to see them but his body deems otherwise.

Suddenly, three little ellipses bounce on the screen.

Joon: really gonna leave me on read hyung?

Yoongi’s eyes flicker to the little ‘read’ label under Namjoon’s text. Then he sighs at the fact that he forgot to go in and change it.

Joon: our spot in 15

“Why? What if I don’t show up?” Yoongi says to his screen, sitting up as his body begins to pop. “Oh, shit.” He stretches his arms up, feeling his spine pop, shivers running through his entire body. He really shouldn't have sat like that. He rolls his neck, allowing for a pop to sound through the room.

After straightening up, he looks at his phone again, seeing that Namjoon hasn’t texted anymore. But that gives Hoseok all the more reason to try for himself.

Hobi: I know where you live 👁️

Yoongi chuckles at his friend’s remark. It’s always like Hoseok to try and get Yoongi out of the house. He knows for sure Hoseok will come and drag him out, but he doesn't really want his friends to see his home in complete disarray cause he knows they’ll never end up leaving till Hoseok is done tidying up like the ultimate cleaning fairy he is. Then, Namjoon will probably turn around and make him have a heart to heart as to why he’s been neglecting himself. Either way, they’re there for him, so the least he can do is show up for his friends -the only true ones he has actually.

“Come on, Yoongi. You can do it. Drinks then back to shower and sleep. Easy,” he says, slapping his cheeks.

Yoongi walks into the bar, greeted by a waitress as he bows back. He looks around, only for his name to be called. As he continues to search, there’s a couple of eyes on him and he really sticks out, deciding not to change much except combing his hair. He doesn’t even have a shirt on under his hoodie and he’s still wearing his flip flops.

“Yoongi, over here.” He turns, seeing Hoseok and Namjoon waving. He slowly walks over with his hands in his sweatpants.

Once at the table he throws them a little deuce before sitting down across from the duo.

“You look like shit.” Namjoon says, as he and Yoongi stare at each other.

“The dead has arisen. I didn’t think you were going to show up; let alone have your phone on,” Hoseok says.

“We haven't seen you in days, Hyung. Almost called for a wellness check; still think I need to though.” Namjoon quirks a brow, looking at his disheveled friend as he sips from a shot glass.

“Well, I'm alive.” Yoongi deadpans.

“Doesn't seem like it. You look paler than usual.” Hoseok chuckles.

“Maybe he’s dead and we’re just drunk enough to cross the spirit realm.” Namjoon giggles in a drunken stupor, causing the man in question to roll his eyes. A part of him wants to laugh at Joon’s stupid joke but he remains stoic, not having the energy to do so.

“Here, drink.” Hoseok pours his friends a shot. “Excuse me, miss, we need another bottle.” He holds up the empty soju at the waitress as she walks by.

“So, what you been up to?” Namjoon leans back, folding his arms.

“Producing.” Yoongi murmurs.

“That's very much apparent.” Namjoon glares at him for the obvious. He cares about Yoongi and he can clearly see the sleep deprivation hammered into his usually soft face. The dude looks like he just survived a withdrawal. It’s concerning.

“Yah! Tell us what's wrong?” Hoseok whines, after making a throaty sound from knocking back a shot.

“I don't know. I guess I’m just ready for summer vacation.”

“Why wait? You’re a freelancer; you can pick up and go anytime, Hyung.” Hoseok lays a hand on Yoongi's shoulder. Hobi’s lashes are heavy and his cheeks are slightly flushed. Yoongi gazes upon the younger’s face. Even when drunk, Hobi always has a solution.

“Where are you trying to go?” Namjoon stares at Yoongi taking a shot; just in time for the waitress to land a new bottle of soju on their table.

“The countryside.” Yoongi wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Ah, gotcha.” Joon nods slowly, staring aimlessly at the table. Summer is Yoongi’s favorite season. He’s never really divulged why but it has to have some heavy significance. But Namjoon also understands that summer just hits different and that his friend needs a change in pace. To be honest, he’s started to feel it too; how slow everything has become.

“You gonna go be a farmer?” Hoseok laughs to which Yoongi tries to roll his eyes but ends up joining him. Hoseok claps, wearing the biggest grin. “There we go!” he yells, happy to see Yoongi smile.

Yoongi truly is happy about summer coming and it only took stepping out of the house for him to see that. He can’t wait to feel the warm sun on his skin and smell the crisp air. But most of all he can’t wait to spend time with his grandma and see new yet familiar faces. He has very fond memories of his childhood, helping her harvest from the garden, playing in the sprinklers, and eating watermelon outside. Then there’s the annual festivities that he loves so much.

“What about you guys?” Yoongi may be a little out of it but he still cares to ask and not make this entirely about himself.

Namjoon sits up, placing elbows on the table as he takes a shot. “I got a collab in New York. Probably do some sightseeing; go to a museum or two.”

Yoongi looks at Hoseok who grins before taking a shot and clapping his hands. “Dubai.”

“Dubai?”

“Yep! Sand, beach, camels, hot babes on my arm while I sip martinis. And get this… casual sex; no strings attached.”

“That sounds like you.” Yoongi smirks, picking up his glass. “Cheers, then.”

“To Summer Sex.” Hobi laughs.

“I don't know about that.” Yoongi says.

“Ah, Hyung. Have some faith, huh?” Namjoon frowns. It seems someone’s been manifesting a lay recently.

“Fine. To Summer… Sex.”

“Cheers,” they chime in unison, throwing one back.

Summertime has finally come, awakening Yoongi with its warm rays of sunlight. He stretches upwards as the sun shines on his face, a smile spreading on his lips at the warmth that wraps around him. Light dances across his skin, highlighting his golden undertone. He hasn’t woken up feeling this refreshed since he was a child; even better that he gets to wake up in his old childhood bedroom too.

He swings his legs over the edge of the bed to look around. The atmosphere is so serene that Yoongi’s heart nearly skips a beat at the lack of city sounds. He can’t help but laugh at himself.

With a sigh, he rests an elbow on his thigh as he lays his cheek upon his hand. He takes a deep breath, air feeling his lungs and nose with the crispest air. He thinks he could celebrate the air quality alone.

“Min Yoongi-ah!” His grandmother knocks on the door. “Are you awake?”

“Yes, Halmeoni.”

“Good. We have a lot to do today. Get ready and meet me in the kitchen.” Yoongi smiles, reminiscing how he used to dread the sound of his grandmother’s voice early in the morning, but now he sees it as a gift because he’s still able to see her everyday.

Yoongi hops out of bed and makes his way to the bathroom, surveying the hall. He’d hate to be indecent in front of his grandma.

Since coming to stay, he’s begun taking better care of his appearance, like he did prior to his slump. His hair has grown out to his shoulders and he’s refrained from dying it, letting his natural color come in. He feels more mature this way, but he also wants to avoid a scolding from his grandmother.

When he’s finished grooming, he makes his way to the kitchen, greeting the little old lady he adores so much.

“Good morning, Halmeoni.”

“Good morning, puppy.” She smiles at him as he mimics, right down to their gummy smile. People always wonder where he gets it from. His cheeks hurt from just how much it pleases him to be called the nickname he’s had since the woman learned his mother was pregnant. He likes it much better than being called a cat -which don’t get him wrong because he very much sees the appeal.

Halmeoni sits Yoongi’s breakfast down, petting his head as she coos about how much he looks like a nice young man. He thanks her, diving in to savor the meal.

He closes his eyes, humming at the taste on his buds as he taps the plate with his fork. “Delicious.”

“Really? I wasn’t sure if I should make a big meal or not.”

“No, Halmeoni. We need to eat light. You said we have a lot to do anyway.”

“Oh, my grandson, so considerate. You keep it up, you might meet a nice girl while you’re here,” she dotes.

Yoongi dips his head, taking another bite to hide his flushed face. The town is small where everyone knows each other and he’s practically lived here before, knowing most of the women as they never seemed to move after high school.

He thinks they’re nice but as much as he loves countryside living, he loathes some of the mindset that the locals have. He’s very much the type to go out and travel when he’s not in a rut, just so he can come home and be a homebody till the mood strikes again. Truthfully, he wants someone who can complement him. He hasn’t told his grandmother yet, but he definitely has his eyes set on someone.

After breakfast, Yoongi helps his grandmother clean the kitchen before heading out into the front yard.

He takes a deep breath of the warm, crisp air and closes his eyes. This is all he’s ever wanted and he’s starting to feel like he doesn’t want to go back to the city.

“OH MY GOODNESS! MIN YOONGI?!” He opens his eyes to see you speeding by on your bike as you disappear down the road. But then a screech followed by the pitter patter of your sneakers comes back as you roll your bike to park in front of the house. “Hi, Yoongi-ssi.”

Yoongi simply throws a hand up and a quaint smile. He looks so put together in his long sleeve, blue jeans, and brown work boots. And his hair catches the light, showing off the brownish undertones of his long locks. Even his hands stand out, tan and veiny from gripping the crates. He looks like a genuine small town country boy.

“Are you here for the annual market?” You smile weakly before biting your lip. Of course he is; he comes every year. Honestly, small talk is the only thing you can get from anyone around here.

“Yes.” Yoongi pops the tailgate of the truck to pull crates off.

“I’m going to be there too, but my booth is much bigger this time.”

“That’s nice,” he says, never looking at you as he stacks the crates.

“You should stop by. I’d love for you to come try my pastries. I’ve expanded since last year.” You tilt your head and lean, trying to get a look at his face. Even from behind the gate, he doesn’t seem the slightest bit interested.

“Sure.” Welp.

You know Yoongi’s rather laid back and very shy. You chalk it up to him not really interacting with much of the town except during the market. You know he used to go to school here but it's been a while since he moved away to the big city.

“Oh, well I look forward to seeing you there. I heard the Kim brothers are even setting up a booth for the wine business they started this year.”

“Yeah, I know.” Of course he’d know; they’re his friends.

Silence stirs; just the sound of crates hitting each other, a light breeze, and chirping birds. It feels awkward and intrusive to just stand here and gawk at him.

“Well… I have to head back to my shop.” He stacks crates. “Bye.”

He bows to you before picking up the crates and heading into the house; leaving you standing there to watch. You feel your chest tighten and swallow the lump in your throat.

Yoongi walks down the corridor, listening to the sound of your bike grow further from him. Then he sets the crates near the back door to the garden, afterwards crouching down as he covers his face. “Yeah, I know?” he mumbles into his hand. ‘YEAH, I KNOW’?! What the absolute fuck kinda response is that?!

“Puppy?” Yoongi looks up at his sweet grandmother’s face.

“I’m fine, Halmeoni; I’m just a little hot.” It's true that he’s hot but that's only because he’s furious with himself and still slightly anxious from having to speak with you. He’s literally sweating like a pig from how nervous he was.

“Halmeoni will get you some water, but sweetheart you should go lay down.” Halmeoni pats him on the head before going to the kitchen.

Yoongi can only imagine that this is a taste of Hell and surely he isn’t ready for the eternal flame that he very much deserves. How could he be an absolute dickhead to you? HOW?!

The sky is blue, birds are chirping, adults are in community, and children are laughing all while the sun lays a warm blanket over the land and a cool breeze sweeps through to aid in a relaxing day.

And one Min Yoongi can’t stop smiling as the apples of his cheeks hurt. He doesn’t know why he’s smiling but it just seems like the right time. And for once, he doesn’t really mind others greeting him with a gentle smile as well.

“Puppy, help Halmeoni get the crates.” Yoongi looks over to see his grandmother trying to pick up a crate of tangerines by herself.

“I got it.” He goes to take it from her but she turns away.

“I’m not that old, you know.” Yoongi’s brows raise. “I move better than you young ‘uns.”

“Sorry, Halmeoni.” Yoongi swiftly picks up a crate of his own this time and follows in behind his grandmother as he looks around.

The whole market is covered by a giant tent that’s supposed to shield the produce and festival goers away from the sun. Yoongi likes the steady breeze flowing from under the tent, but he does hate how dark it is. He’d rather much be in the field picking fruits and vegetables.

“It looks like the Kim brothers were serious when they said they’d be selling wine.” Halmeoni sets down the crates on a clothed table, looking behind Yoongi. He does the same, seeing their empty stand, but knowing very well it is in fact their station just by the use of silk, velvet, and gold decorations everywhere and professionally made menu posters.

“Who sells wine in the summer?” Halmeoni shakes her head before heading back to the truck.

“The Kim cousins. I’ll be damned if I call them brothers.” He says under his breath. He almost goes to follow his grandmother till she sees a couple of high school volunteers show up.

This is the perfect time to dip and go see what this wine is all about. Yoongi lightly jogs to the unoccupied booth now closing in on the two enormous barrels with taps sitting on the table and the display case of what seems to be summer inspired wines. Most of them are berries, so it can’t be that bad.

He carefully picks up a bottle and checks the alcohol content. As much as the Kims get on his nerves sometimes, they’re actually funny guys and great business men, so Yoongi’s glad to support them in their endeavors.

“Hey, Kookie, can you hang this up for me, please?’ Yoongi immediately sets the bottle down, looking around in search of your melodic voice again.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” Yoongi’s broods at the sound of Jungkook’s voice. When he finally has eyes on the two of you. Jungkook is throwing a cloth over a bar, while your hand is on his stomach as you begin to laugh. Yoongi doesn't know what you see in the boy, but he’s never seen you upset over him. So that is something he can give the kid.

“Minie, be careful. Don’t get hurt.” Yoongi watches your other friend, Jimin, set down a stack of pink pastry boxes as he lets out an over dramatic grunt.

“Come rub my back,” He says slumping into a chair.

“No can do, I’m gonna go look at the funky shaped watermelons.” You grab your basket and walk off.

“She better be glad that her friendship is enough.” Jimin cranes his neck to look up at Jungkook.

“Whatchu mean? We get free snacks, too.” Jungkook looks at him with doe-eyes, causing Jimin to grin. It seems your charms can swoon over any man.

Yoongi knows it’s toxic but having Jungkook and Jimin as your friends and employees makes him feel a little bit better about his chances with you. Which may be slim to none, but at least he knows there's a chance that they also don’t like anyone who fancies you.

“If you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Yoongi jumps at his friend Kim Taehyung whispering in his ear. He has the slyest grin on his face as he walks by, his arms folded, afterwards turning on a heel to face Yoongi.

“Taehyung.” Yoongi broods.

“I’ve admired ____ for some time now. She’s cute and passionate about her business. You think she’d accept, if I proposed, Yoongi?” Yoongi turns to Kim Seokjin who’s twirling a bottle of wine in hand as he “reads” the label. Jin doesn’t have to look to know that his friend is stunned.

“Hyung.” Yoongi hates to admit that he truly believes that Jin would do such a thing just to teach him a lesson.

“You think she’d like a boyfriend too, Seokjin?” Yoongi whips over to look at Taehyung again.

“An open relationship? I don’t know, Taehyung. Let’s ask Yoongi.” He turns to the man in question who simply rolls his eyes. “How does Mrs. and Madam Kim sound to you, Yoongi?” Seokjin stares at the man, his face cold like marble as Yoongi hears Taehyung snicker.

“You two are sick.” Yoongi shifts between the two men.

“Oh, I see. You wanna do way worse to her.” Jin grins, laying a hand to his shoulder before being shaken off.

“Being a husband and a boyfriend isn’t always about sex, Yoongi. Who’s the sick one, now?” Taehyung crosses his legs, holding the table behind him as he quirks a brow at his lovesick friend.

“Ugh. Do you two ever give good advice?” Yoongi groans, snatching a basket on the table before walking off.

“For a price!” Seokjin shouts out to which Yoongi throws a middle finger back as he walks off.

He doesn’t understand why the Kims think embarrassing him will encourage him to confess his feelings for you. In situations like these, he wishes Hoseok and Namjoon were around. But Hell, he may still end up rejected because those two know how to charm a woman without even trying. Then you’d just be Mrs. Kim-Jung.

Yoongi finally steps from under the tent, the sun instantly shining down on him. He shields his face and makes his way over to the strawberry field up ahead. He crouches down, taking a plump berry into his hand. It’s vibrantly red and firm, ready for picking. He likes that the field is the staple of the market festival every year because they just go with summer. There’s other fruit fields like the watermelon, but there’s something serene about getting low to the ground and smelling the dirt as you pluck a ripe berry from its vine. Plus there’s so many things you can use them for: salads, smoothies, cakes, lemonade.

Yoongi takes a deep breath, taking in the crisp air as he watches festival goers peruse the scene. There’s plenty of old people here, but you won't miss your occasional parent and child, teen volunteer, and young lovebirds.

Without realizing he starts to look for you out in the various fields and back at the market. He doesn’t see you wandering about; just Jimin and Jungkook using their boyish charms to sell desserts. Yoongi would buy something from you, but he thinks it would be awkward either way he goes about it: buying while you’re not there may seem like he’s avoiding you and buying in your face even though he didn’t seem to make such a big fuss might feel like he’s doing it out of pity.

He has so many thoughts swirling in his head that it takes him a moment to register the shadow that’s creeped in front of him. When he finally does he turns to see you standing over him and he’s utterly stunned.

You look ethereal with the sun shining behind you as your dewy skin shimmers. You’re practically glowing. And the scent of your perfume encapsulates him as a light breeze blows, hitting him with the fresh smell of crisp peaches. His senses shock to life and he stands up to gaze upon your even more beautiful face.

“Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” You shield your face from the sun while touching his shoulder. He looks like he saw a ghost or any other cosmic being.

He looks at your hand on his shoulder and you swiftly take it away. “I should have asked, sorry.”

“Uh, you’re fine.” Come on, Yoongi, say more than two words.

You look in his basket and see the numerous berries he’s picked. “What are you gonna use those for?” You smile at him, finally letting your hand down as the sun's rays hit your face and cleavage. Yoongi can't help but think how’d it feel to lay upon your soft bosom and let all his worries melt away.

He forces himself to focus on your face because looking at you wholly is way too much for him to handle. You’re the personification of summer in your baby blue midi dress and beige wedges. Your hair is up in a bun, big and full, as two little twists hang by your ears. You have excitement in your eyes, and a smile so bright it compliments the glossiness of your lips. You’re ready for what Summer has to offer and he’s in love.

“It’s okay, if you haven’t yet. At least you’re not like me; I have a million recipes I can think of off the top of my head, but not nearly enough man power and time to execute them all.” You start to fan yourself, then look towards the breeze, letting it soothe your cheeks. “If you want, you can come to my shop, I can help you put ‘em to use.” You look back at him and he’s staring at you.

But then you notice he’s zoned out a bit, and you immediately worry that he may be too hot. The weather forecast didn’t predict heat-stroke levels of temperature, but everyone’s temperament is different. “Yoongi, are you okay? Do you need to sit down?” You go to grab his hand, being the caring person you are. You’re more than willing to help him back to the tent.

“Yoongi?”

“No, I’m sorry; uh- I was just thinking. There’s really a lot of things you can do with -uh- strawberries.” You freeze looking at him. He was zoned out the entire time, letting you ramble on. You feel like a fool and you can’t hide how your eyes gloss over.

You let go of his hand and push your basket up your arm. “Well, if you’re fine now, I’m gonna go. I have a lot to do back home. And I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough,” you mumble the last bit, now in your head about everything. You don’t know why you feel so self conscious around him or why you want him to like you.

You walk off, careful lifting your dress to watch your feet.

“Wait, ____.”

“It’s okay, Yoongi, you have a wonderful evening,” you say, quickly walking away. He wants to follow you. He should follow you but he does want to respect your boundaries. Maybe he should give you some space? He never meant to make you feel stupid. He just thought you looked like Summer.

After gathering all he can, Yoongi comes back to the tent, walking past the Kims’ booth. They almost get his attention till they see the glare on his face. He’s not in the mood for more of their taunting.

He immediately makes a straight shot for your booth and is met with the most unsettling glares from Jungkook.

“Is __-”

“What do you want?” Jungkook stands, his arms folded.

“I came to speak to ____.”

And as if it couldn't get any worse, his worser half, Jimin comes out. He stares at Yoongi before leaning in to whisper to his friend. The two hold each other's gaze till Jungkook’s voice interjects.

“She’s not here.”

“Then where-”

“None of your damn business.” Jimin calls out before turning to go behind the curtain, looking back to glare at him. He stands there for a bit till Yoongi sees what looks to be your hand pulling him towards you. The curtain flows for just a second longer for Yoongi to see you laying your head against Jimin’s stomach as you cry.

“You should lea-”

“Okay, you’ve made your point.” Yoongi interrupts as Jungkook quirks a brow. What? Did he truly expect for him to just back down without giving him a taste of his medicine?

Yoongi simply picks up his basket and leaves you crying in the arms of your friends. He can’t do anything with them around. They’d never let him get close enough to breathe the same air as you ever again. He’s shit out of luck at the moment and maybe forever.

As he makes it back to his grandmother’s booth, she’s busy counting money to place into her collection box. When she glances over at her grandson, she immediately knows something’s wrong.

“Min Yoongi?”

“Yes ma’am.” He doesn’t look at her, instead playing with the berries.

“Is there something going on?” She taps the money on the table before putting it in the box, but she never wavers from her grandchild.

“Yes, ma’am.” Her sweet boy dumps the berries into a styrofoam cart and places them in a cardboard box. He can’t lie to his grandmother; it literally causes him a visceral reaction.

“Then what are you going to do to fix it?” Yoongi looks at her staring back. His expression is unmoving but he can detect the admiration in her eyes. He knows this is how she helps but it's never been enough. Her generation barely wants to talk things out; they just want solutions because feelings don't solve problems.

“Pray for a miracle?” He sighs, giving her a weak smile.

“Well, you keep praying then, but it won’t make him answer on wishes alone. You have to make an effort as well, son.” At least she isn’t a fanatic that sits and waits for her blessings. And honestly, he shouldn’t either.

Yoongi walks into his bedroom and flops onto the bed, before letting out the loudest guttural sigh. How did he fumble this so hard in such little words? You practically ran from him.

He finally sits up to look outside his window. What is going to do? You probably hate his guts right now. Or you’re so distraught that you can’t even feel anger; just sorrow. If he doesn’t rectify the situation now, you may think he hates you forever. You don’t deserve to harbor that kind of pain because he can't find the balls to tell you how he truly feels about you.

“You gotta fix this, Yoongi. If it's one thing you do with your measly life, you don’t break her heart… a little too late for that, but you don’t shatter it into a million little pieces, man. I can mend this.” Yoongi puts on his shoes and heads to the kitchen to rummage through the junk drawer. When he finds the sticky notes, he leaves a message for his grandma, telling her that he’s gone to your house. He’s most certain he’ll be back before she is, but it's just in case she decides to call her game of Bridge with friends short this evening.

Yoongi leaves the house on foot. You only live a mile up the road, and he wants to give you a proper apology, so he wants as much time to really find the words to convey to you that he never intended for his behavior to come off as disdain or even hatred for you.

But that leaves the real question of whether he should confess to you or not? He imagines that this interaction could get emotionally charged, so he doesn't know if something as big as a confession could really change how heavy this already is for you.

When Yoongi finally closes in on your house, he takes a minute to just breath before he rushes up to the door and knocks. He waits for a while. Your lights are on unless you were so emotionally exhausted that you went to sleep without shutting down the house. He then presses the doorbell.

“SORRY… UH, I- I'M IN THE BACKYARD!”

Yoongi walks around the side of the house and comes up to the gate. He’s so nervous that he takes some time to breathe.

“Hello?” You see a figure standing there and get a little scared because you left it unlocked as the town is pretty safe.

“Huh, yeah. Sorry, it's Min Yoongi.” His voice wavers.

“Oh,” you murmur, sounding sad.

“Uh -aht- can I talk to you?” Yoongi can’t describe how nervous he is, but he can feel his whole body buzzing as his shaking hands hold one another.

Silence stirs. Did you up and leave? It would be valid if you did.

“__-”

“Sure… the gate is unlocked.” You don’t sound too enthusiastic.

He pushes past the wooden gate, coming in to see you sitting under a tree. There’s baskets of varying fruits surrounding you, but you’re busy cutting an apple with a pocket knife. He stands there awkwardly with his hands clasped, looking like an inquisitive little grandpa.

This is Yoongi’s first time at your house and he’s mesmerized by the way you’ve decorated the yard. There’s fairy lights strung along the tree and an awning attached to the back of the house creating a patio with a firepit. The grass is so lush that it almost looks like fur. And there’s little sprouts of flower bushes planted around. It’s truly magical, especially with the orange-pink sky up above.

Eating a slice of apple off the knife, you watch him intently as he observes your home and you can’t help but find him cute. “Come sit,” you finally say, patting beside you. He hesitates a little but eventually follows, plopping down rather close to you. You study him for a while. Admittedly, this is your first time seeing him up close like this. Other times, he’s always kept his distance or never looked at you directly. It’s a nice change and it lets you admire the little moles on his face, his eyes, and his silky black hair. But most of all his scent. He smells like fresh linens hung out near an ocean breeze. It’s calming.

“What is it that you wanted to talk about?” His eyes wander your face; your smile is warm -welcoming even- but he does notice the slight gloss and redness to your eyes. And if he wasn’t already feeling guilty enough, he now feels worse because it’s almost nightfall, meaning you’ve been in shambles the entire day. And considering how he’s treated you throughout the week, this probably isn’t the only day you’ve cried. He feels like utter shit; just thinking about you crying in bed because of him.

“I’m so sorry.” His features soften as his brows come together and his cheeks puff out. “For ignoring you and making you feel like I didn’t like you.”

“It’s okay.” You look down, slicing the fruit again, but settle on staring at it.

“But it’s not. You’re the last person I would hate. I’d have to hate myself before I could even fathom turning on you.”

Your brows raise at the high stakes he sets for himself. “I don’t want you to hate yourself, Yoongi.”

“But I do. You didn’t deserve that from me.” He sighs before letting a moment of silence stir. “Truth is, ____… you make me nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“Yes, you’re so pretty and smart that whenever I get around you, my mind goes blank and it leaves me looking like an asshole who can only respond in simple sentences. And you’re so bubbly and outgoing too that it intimidates me a little bit.” He looks down at his hands, but abruptly shoots back up at his words. He waves his hand. “But not in a bad way. Just like- I don’t know… there’s way better people you could talk to… than me.” All of this wouldn’t have happened had he just been direct with you. It’s so easy to be that way with everyone else, but with you? You just have this way of disarming him, and frankly he’s not opposed to it. You’re immensely charming, but he’s just…. “____, there’s no excuse for my behav-”

Your giggle graces his ears first before your smile does. When he looks at you, there’s just a mix of shock and confusion scribbled on his face. “I’m sorry… it just seems like I should be apologizing to you, now.”

“What?! N- no. Truthfully, I don’t have much experience with people. I lock myself in my studio and I only talk to the same two people -three, if you count my grandma. So it's been hard for me to tell you that I like you.” Silence ensues again and he looks up to see you staring back. Your eyes wander his face and you begin to notice just how attractive and enduring this man is.

“You really like me?”

Yoongi’s eyes widen at the realization of his confession. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this or ever. He wants to crawl into a hole and never come out. Why would he say all that? If you thought he was odd then, you definitely think so now. But truthfully you don’t; you never have.

Before he can even try and cover himself, you reach out and take his hand as your head tilts in admiration of him. He can’t find his voice as you’ve completely disarmed him. Like you always do.

“I more than like you,” he murmurs as you watch his round cheeks turn red and the big sigh he lets out genuinely surprises you. He’s been holding this in for some time now; letting it cause him great stress. You even feel his hand relax.

All has come to light now, and he can honestly say an immense weight has been lifted off his chest. If you reject him right now, he can honestly say he won’t have any regrets and be proud to say he even tried.

Yoongi stares back at you, waiting, but he didn’t prepare for your features to suddenly contort, tears streaming down your face as your voice cracks and wails.

Yoongi instantly feels his heart drop into his stomach, twisting into the most sickening knot. What has he done? He never thought confessing would make you cry. He expected rejection but not full blown tears. Do you think he’s pranking you by toying with your heart? Maybe it was better to just let you go on thinking he hated you?

He shifts, getting ready to speak which he’s sure no amount of words could help him recover from this, but he has to try, for you.

“I’m so happy to hear that, Yoongi.” His brows raise. “I’ve been really lonely since I moved here. I mean… I love the town but really only old people live here and… the adults our age don’t really talk to me cause they think I’m too different. I have Jungkook and Jimin but we’re just friends.” Yoongi is trying to process everything but his mind’s still lingering on your first statement. “For a while, I told myself that even being your friend would make me happy, but sometimes I catch myself thinking about you, but beyond friendship.” Yoongi isn’t sure he heard you right. “You’re charismatic and shy but I know you deeply care for people. I just couldn't for the longest time fathom why it couldn't be me. And even though I thought you harbored these feelings against me I still have to accept that maybe I’d like to have you more than a friend.” No, he heard you correctly the first time. “But I’ve been too scared to shoot for anything bigger.”

“Why?” Is all he says. It’s frankly all he can muster.

“I thought that maybe you had someone back home already. We’re older now and this is the time when people usually settle down.” You look away, your cheeks growing hot. “So I took my chance at the fair, thinking it might be my last.” Yoongi feels awful that it took heartbreak to reveal your mutual pining for one another. He truly doesn’t have any words for you. All he can think is that somehow all the celestial bodies aligned perfectly on this night to grant him his one wish and apparently yours too.

You two don't speak for a while as it’s grown dark and the only sounds present are your sniffles and chirping crickets.

He doesn't know how to make the situation better or any less awkward, so he simply gets up, grabbing your basket of strawberries and heads to the water pump to clean them. You watch through teary eyes in confusion. You just had a heart to heart and this man is washing fruit. You don't know whether to be upset or intrigued by his thought process.

When he flops back down, placing the basket between you, he picks a berry up by the tuff of its leaves and holds it out to you.

“Today’s been… eventful to say the least.” So a strawberry is going to help? Your eyes shift between his. “Eat.” Confusion stirs on your face at the sudden shift in his demeanor, but you lean in anyway, taking a bite of the fruit. It’s sweet with a sour kick at the end, making you hum. Maybe it helps a little.

Yoongi eyes the way your lips wrap around, the bright red contrasting with your pout till you pull off with a smack. Juice catches on your bottom lip as you lick it off, gazing at him with glossy eyes.

“Feel better?” You nod, watching him bite the berry. You think nothing of it, but he savors the taste, knowing your lips have blessed it first. He holds the berry in his mouth, bringing a hand to your cheek as he thumbs away your tears. Then he releases the fruit with a smack. “Then don’t cry anymore. Although you look pretty, I hate the reason behind it.” You’re utterly stunned, feeling in a state of limbo. Who is this man? And what has he done to Min Yoongi?

Yoongi finishes off the fruit, setting the leaves down near the tree roots before picking up another strawberry. He holds it out to you again as you stare deep into each other's eyes. “You done?” he asks, going to take it for himself till your hand grabs his wrist, redirecting him back to your plump lips. There's no hesitation this time as you let him feed you once more.

Yoongi watches your lips wrap around the big berry, juice squirting and spilling down the side of your mouth. The entire time, you’re engaged in a deep stare as he swallows hard, licking his lips. He quickly lays a hand lazily over his crotch, trying to hide his ever growing erection.

When you release, a moan escapes you. He’s about to burst when you give him a little smile. Then he gazes at the drop of juice on your lips. “Oops, I made a mess,” you giggle, your big eyes shining and lips pouty. You look almost innocent, and Yoongi can’t help but wonder if you mean it on purpose. You giggle once more. “It looked too good not to act on impulse.” And you mean it. It’s a perfect distraction and you honestly feel a lot better.

“Hm.” His eyes wander your face, his features going darker. “Wanna ‘nother?”

“Yep. Aah~” You open wide, exposing your palate to Yoongi. How are you this fucking cute? Everything about you is sweet, innocent, and bubbly. He wants to appreciate this side of you more but his mind keeps flickering to him fucking the back of your throat raw and abusing the roof of your mouth as he empties his ball before making you swallow his cum.

But he grants your wish instead, taking another strawberry to let you devour it whole as you giggle at the juice running down your lip. A little dark patch of dirt begins to form from the liquid dripping down.

You finally release with a hiss, taking in a cool breath as the refreshing taste lingers on your tongue and the crisp scent fills your nose. It tastes like heaven, and Yoongi is contemplating whether he died on his way to your house and is already enjoying his stay in eternal paradise.

Seeing a drop of juice rest upon your bottom lip, he takes his thumb, smearing the essence across the full expanse of your plush pout. Your eyes wander his, watching as they become slightly heavy and dark. He finally inches his thumb past your lips and you willingly take it into your mouth, sucking his thumb.

His mouth falls open, whining as you suck and hollow your cheeks before popping off to twirl your tongue. You don’t know what’s gotten into you, but you’ve officially crossed that line and you don't think you two could even stop if you wanted to. There would always be this lingering desire for one another, so you might as well see where the night takes you.

And Yoongi certainly feels the same, taking the berry and feeding you till you hit the rine. He then pulls from your grasp to glide it across your lips before leaning in to kiss you. The taste of strawberries and each other mix together, dancing along your tongues as they swirl about. You want -no, need- more of him.

You quickly crawl to straddle him, sitting on his thigh as Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. Your clothed clit drags along the rough denim of his jeans, and you cup his cheeks, deepening the kiss. He squeezes your sides and hips, occasionally straying further down before finding his way back up. Even now, he’s trying to be a gentleman.

“Squeeze my ass, Yoongi,” you moan against his lips, grabbing his wrist to place his hands on your plump ass. He obeys, but catches you off guard as he grips you so fiercely that his nails dig into your supple skin. You moan at the slight sting spreading down your thighs as his large hands rub to soothe you. “Yoongi,” you whimper as he does it again, this time giving you a shake that rubs your pussy deeper into his thigh. Yoongi groans into your mouth, feeling a wet spot seep through his jeans. Your hands travel down his stomach and into his shirt to graze his abs, afterwards snaking further to grope his massive bulge.

“Ah~ ____,” he growls, bringing a hand to the back of your neck to press you deeper into the kiss.

Your pace picks up as you rut your hips against his thigh. He quickly throws your dress up in the back and slips a hand down into of your panties. With one hand spreading a cheek, he uses his other middle finger to tease your rim.

“Oh my -fuck- baby, yes.” He dives down further to your entrance, circling around as your hands grip his belt. Your pussy lays soft kisses upon the tip of his finger, urging him to sate your clenching walls. You hastily unbuckle his jeans. Yoongi always took you for a sweet girl, but he never thought you’d be such a cock-hungry slut. He likes this side of you just as much.

Whipping out his dick, the two of you stop to look at his massive erection: long, thick, and riddled with bulging veins. You can hardly wrap your hand around him. And a lush patch of dark hair brushes your skin. His tip is a deep mauve, glistening with precum. He’s been pleasing you this whole time and in need of release. You spit, watching as a long thread glides down your wet taste and drips onto his tip, your hand moving to coat him in a slick mess.

“Aah~ Fuck,” he rasps out, his voice shaky as he watches you stroke his cock. The warmth and firm grasp of your hand feels divine, sending his head to knock back into the tree as you attack his jaw with kisses. You’re sloppy, licking from his ear to his neck, then placing chaste kisses to his cheek as you giggle.

But your amusement soon ceases, now replaced with lust as he dips two fingers into your slick pussy. They glide in and out of you with ease except for when they rub against your beveled walls from clenching so hard, causing your thighs to shake a little at the sweet sting of him hitting your g-spot.

“Fuck my pussy, Min Yoongi. Ugh~ Baby, just like that.” Your warm breath tickles his ear as you whimper in approval of his fingers curving and pumping vigorously inside of you. His moans grace your ears as well, making more slick seep from around him. You look down, licking your lips at the way his foreskin pushes all his precum to the tip, some of it white from friction.

The atmosphere fills with the sounds of both your whimpering, fucked out voices. But it doesn’t matter as all your neighbors live miles away from you. Simply just another reason for loving the countryside. And as far as they're concerned, you’re two wild animals going at it -which is true in many respects.

You continue to please each other till your vision becomes a cloudy, white haze and the pressure in your stomach finally snaps. You press your open mouth to Yoongi’s as you both cry out, writhing in pleasure together.

You swirl your tongue around his, trying your best to ride through your orgasm as your body writhes and you coat his fingers white. Then you feel Yoongi twitch, veins pumping as he coats your hand in hot cum. “Mmh~ Yoongi, good boy. Cum for me, baby,” you coo, earning a whimper from him as he cums again for you to milk his cock. “Give me your cum, Yoongi.”

“Aah~ Fuck, ____.” You feel exhilarated hearing your name moaned into your ear and his hot essence in your palm.

“Do I make you feel good, Yoongi?”

“Ugh, yes. Yes, baby. So fucking much. You don’t even…” His features contorts and his mouth gapes open, unable to make a sound.

“‘I don’t’ what? Tell me, Yoongi.”

“Kn-know how much I’ve wanted to ruin you.” You continue to coax him through his orgasm, stroking him and sucking his lips and tongue as he whines from overstimulation.

Looking down, your head tilts as you watch one big rope of cum spurt from his tip. You look absolutely intimidating as Yoongi whines and watches your tongue glide along your top lip, a smirk appearing at the way he so easily obeys you.

“You did so good, baby,” you whisper in his ear and he whimpers with a shutter. You caress a cheek and kiss the other before gazing over his flushed face. He’s going to sleep good tonight.

Once Yoongi falls silent, you stop and rest against his shoulder. Your body relaxes into his as you sit, listening to each other’s shallow breaths. It’s only till Yoongi pulls his fingers from your aching cunt that you whine and grip his arm, burying your face in his neck. He gazes upon his glistening hand, spreading his fingers to watch golden light dance along the threads of your slick. Your scent is pungent, yet intoxicating.

You unburrow to look at the sight too. You even surprise yourself with how drenched his hand is. But that doesn’t stop you from showing him that you’re an absolute freaknik when you take one of his fingers into your mouth, the decadent tang dancing along your buds.

You continue to suck, bobbing your head back and forth as your big eyes gaze into his. You stick him so far down your throat that your eyes start to water. The hum around him causes his mouth to gape open as he hisses, thinking that he’d could get it up again for you to perform the same to his cock.

When you finally pop off, you guide his middle finger into his mouth, so he can savor your taste as well. It’s maddening, the way your head tilts as you look at him with soft eyes full of endearment.

“How’s it taste?” you ask so casually that it almost seems like you're talking about actual food.

“Better than any strawberry.” He gives you a quaint smile.

You’re like the sweetest dream as you loom over him smiling. Though, even through haziness, he can see that hint of mischief as you raise your hand to lick all his cum up. You never break your gaze with him, grinning around your index finger. You're like an actress for a yogurt ad, pulling a spoon from your lips as you look at him with big innocent eyes.

“You taste good, too.” You giggle, leaning in to kiss him. This is not the first time Yoongi has tasted himself, but doing so from your tongue makes it seem like a transcendent experience.

“I like you so much,” he confesses quietly, like he’s telling you his greatest secret.

“I like you so much, too,” you whisper back, running your clean hand through his hair as you gaze into his deep brown eyes. “Come on, let's get cleaned up.” You kiss him before getting up and heading towards the patio sliding door. You hold the door open after entering your home and Yoongi follows after.

He looks around admiring how cozy the place is. You have plenty of blankets for a good cuddle and the air smells like fresh baked cookies.

“You can go first; it's the door right there.” You point. He looks back at you, giving him a shy smile before he goes inside. You think it's cute how he’s always looking for you or not wanting to leave your side.

When he comes out, he looks around for you. “Yoongi.” He turns and his eyes light up at the sight of you sitting on the couch. “Come make yourself at home. After I’m done, I have something for you.”

“For me?”

“Yep.” You giggle through a small crack in the door before closing it.

Yoongi is buzzing with excitement as to what your surprise could be. You’ve already given him your affection which is enough for him. Well, almost because he hopes to completely win over your love one day. And he’s more confident than ever that he can.

You come out, smiling at him as you come to grab his hand. Once in the kitchen you pull out his chair and gesture for him to sit.

You then rewash your hands before pulling out a plate from the overhead cabinet and a fork. You look over at Yoongi to see him posted on an arm watching your every move. “You gonna stare the whole time.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Yoongi, it's fine. I like when you look at me.”

“Oh… well, I can only imagine that you look even more beautiful….”

“Naked? Y'know Yoongi, you don’t have to imagine anymore.” You smirk at him as his cheeks get flushed.

You then open the fridge and bend over, exposing the back of your thighs. Yoongi wants to be able to bite them one day and get a taste of your nectar right from the source as your beautiful legs fight to stay open. But he wouldn’t mind being trapped between them forever as he holds onto your plump ass for dear life.

When you raise up, there's a glass dish in your hands. You set it down, pulling off the foil before grabbing a serving spoon to scoop a big helping of pineapple dump cake onto the plate. You then pop it in the microwave and turn facing him as you grab onto the counter behind.

You two stare at each other for a while before your feet are guiding you to him. You just can't stand being apart from him anymore as you cup his cheeks and kiss him. He moans at the intrusion of your tongue. He loves how you just take what you want from him. He’d happily grant your every fantasy; do anything you tell him to when making love. He’s absolutely smitten with you.

The alarm goes off and you release him, giggling at the way he breathes heavily. You grab the plate and trot back to him, setting the plate down and handing him the fork.

He looks at the dish and he’s glad it's a simple homemade dessert; he feels a little less guilty of ruining it unlike your decorative pastries you sell at your bakery. He does hope to taste them one day, but something tells him that this is something he’ll only be able to get at your home.

You pull a chair beside him and sit, both hands on your cheeks as you anticipate his very first bite. When the warm gooey goodness hits his buds, all he can do is hum in delight as he shakes his head.

“So good, baby.” Your heart jumps at his praise. You typically make Jungkook and Jimin try your food and they always have great things to say but it feels good to have that extra affection. You always want him singing your praise whether it's feeding him or fucking him.

“You make me feel so good, Yoongi.”

“That’s all I’ve ever wished for.” His big smile sets off a spark within you.

You’ve never felt this strongly about someone as you do now. He better get ready cause this will be the last time Min Yoongi ever slips from your grasp.

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lizard-queen-izzy · 2 months

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I'm actually not done thinking about it so here you guys get more thoughts.

Tma season 2 finale spoilers ahead.

Tim knew something was wrong when Jon apologized for everything. He knew Jon was going to do something stupid. He knew because he knew Jon meant that apology. And that meant he didn't think he was surviving whatever he was about to do. Because as desperately as Tim wanted and apology from him, he didn't want it to be the last words he heard from Jon.

He was willing to march back in to the Institute, with or without Martin to find out what Jon was going to do. He had no way of knowing what would happen when he did, and he still did it. And he brought a fucking the recorder to get it on tape. To make sure there was a record.

I've said it before, the beginning of season 2 from Tim's perspective is devastating, but having finished it now? It really only does get worse. Because Jon doesn't get better, but neither does Tim.

Their fight at the end of MAG 65 is such a parallel to their first conversation in the beginning of MAG 33! They're talking over eachother, they're muttering, they're cutting eachother off, they're yelling. They're yelling at eachother! Their calm back and forth is gone. Their patience with eachother is gone. It's all replaced with anger. At the situation, at the Institute, at eachother.

What starts as Tim coming in to ask Jon where he put something so quickly dissolves into bitterness. Tim being fed up with Jon's suspicious behavior, and Jon being tired of Tim's attitude. Jon tries to brush it off, tries to shove it back under the rug but Tim's exhausted. So he blows up. He's pissed, rightfully so, because Jon is still trying to find a way to blame someone in the Archives for Gertrude. To blame him.

He's grasping at straws, trying so desperately to twist the narrative to make it someone's fault. To pin the blame on someone so he can then get justice? He's rambling, he's spiraling, and Tim can't take it so he tells him to shut up. He stops him, cuts his explanation short. And tells him, point blank, to stop talking. He's sick of it, he's sick of Jon. Sick of his former friend blaming everyone around him for things they didn't do. Sick of him blaming him for it.

And Jon tries to start again, and Tim tells him to stop, to listen for once. He tells him he was happy in the Research department, and ever since Jon brought him to the Archives with him everything has been falling apart. And no one has his back.

"Elias doesn't care, Martin just wants a tea party, and Sahsa - ugh - and you! - you're treating me like I'm somehow to blame for it all, like I didn't suffer the worst right alongside you!"

Tim suffered. He suffered what Jon did, they were the most affected by the worms together. They are both irreparably damaged by the Jane Prentiss attack, mentally and physically. And Tim knows no one but Jon will get it the way he needs to be understood. He can't talk to anyone else. And Jon has made it impossible to talk to him either. Because instead of talking about it, instead of healing and working to move past it, Jon let it consume him all over. Let it swallow him whole and make him into a paranoid mess. And he's facing zero real consequences for his actions.

Jon was stalking Tim. Spying on and taking pictures of his flat. He was going through 'Sasha's desk. He was watching Martin. And all Elias did was stage one intervention style talk and then nothing. He just got to spiral even further, keep spying, keep replaying that damn CCTV video footage on a loop. Keep staring at Tim like he's the enemy.

And then they have a moment of common ground. A moment where they're both on the same page. When they realize they can't leave. And just when Tim thinks they're making progress, Jon tells him he can't trust him. Not just that, he won't trust Tim. And all they can do is, what? Keep working? In a building that won't let them go? Where everyday there's another disaster lurking around the corner? Where any of them could all be next? That's the only option?

And it is. And so he leaves. He goes back to work. Because he has to do something, and this is the only option.

And that's why he goes back in after Jon. Because if he can't leave, he's going to do something. He's going to find answers, even if it goes horribly. Because everything is already horrible.

And no matter what. No matter how mad he is at Jon. No matter how betrayed he feels. He still cares so deeply for him, and he needs to know what he's doing. Because he can't lose anyone else.

#the magnus archives #tma #jon sims #jonathan sims #jonsims/timstoker #jontim #tim stoker #timothy stoker #tma season 2 #tma thoughts #theyre in my brain #theyre so so messy and SAD #if you see me plotting a fic of them #mind your business

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queen-dahlia · 1 year

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𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲: 𝗘𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝟬

I'm can finally rest! I haven't got a wink of sleep since yesterday (இ﹏இ`｡)

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation

True love—for me, it's my last hope.

I decided not to love anyone anymore.

I decided not to trust anyone anymore.

There is no salvation and no compromise in a world of deceit and corruption in power.

I can't think of any other way to destroy it than by violence.

There will be much bloodshed.

Many will lose their lives.

Still, I decided to literally become the "disaster of the world."

The boy who once loved mankind is dead.

The boy who was heartbroken by the deaths of others is gone.

The plan was going well. Already, the world had progressed to such an extent that the next step would change it.

And yet, somehow, fate was whimsical.

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Gilbert: "Rhodolite's Belle?"

Roderich: "Yes. Michael has informed me that you know her. You know, she's been selected as "Belle"."

Gilbert: "Hmm..."

When I heard the story, I felt an unusually strong emotion bordering on anger.

In Rhodolite, there is a "Belle System," in which the king is selected by the person with the most beautiful heart in the country.

One day, a commoner who had been living a peaceful life up to that point is suddenly chosen as Belle, and heavy responsibilities are pressed upon her.

I've always wondered how the selection process works.

But it was just another country. Obsidian and myself were supposed to be uninvolved.

ーUntil she was selected.

Gilbert: "The king is dead, isn't he? By now, the news of the king's death should not be known to the rest of the world." // "So, the king is dead. By now, "news of the king's death must not be known to other countries"."

Gilbert: "I wonder if they're saying something like, "You'll have to be the Belle when you find out our secret." // "I wonder if they say something like, "You know our secret; you have no choice but to become Belle."

Gilbert: "Poor thing. It's not just me; it's like the Rhodolite is watching you too." // "Poor little thing. I can't believe Rhodolite is on you and not just me."

Roderich: "... Your instructions, please."

Gilbert: "Well... I'm just a bystander. Just one of the readers who enjoys listening to the stories she spins."

Gilbert: "It would be foolish of me to intervene in that story, wouldn't it? As usual, I decided to take the high groundー"

Gilbert: ". . . . . ."

Roderich: "Can I help you?"

Gilbert: "No..."

Suddenly, I look down at the papers scattered on my desk.

The scribbled words tell the story of a certain innocent woman.

But the story stops halfway through.

Months went by without any further progress.

(I know her. But that's just a fantasy.)

(I can't let the Obsidian royal family get involved with a mere bookstore girl.)

(But if it's "Belle"...)

(Obsidian has good reason to mess around.)

It was really a whimsical and, at first, deeply unintentional scheme.

If I hadn't heard Belle's story, I would never have thought of it.

(To meet and die, or not to meet and die.)

(Then yeah... I prefer the former.)

Gilbert: "I'm sure there's a goodwill meeting coming up soon for Benitoite and Rhodolite?"

Roderich: "Yes, there is. They will be held exactly as in previous years."

Gilbert: "I see... Yeah, that's good."

Gilbert: "Roderich, please notify them that Obsidian will be participating this year." // "Roderich, please inform Obsidian that this year we will also participate."

Roderich: "Yes."

Roderich: "... Yes?"

Gilbert: "I'll go. I just want it to be held at Rhodolite." // "I'll go. But I want the venue to be held at Rhodolite."

Gilbert: "Benitoite is a long way away, and I'd rather stay in Rhodolite than anything else."

Roderich: "... Are you insane?"

Gilbert: "Oh, man, have I ever been insane?"

Roderich: "No. But I think "the doctor" will stop you."

Gilbert: "Don't tell anyone."

Roderich: ". . . . . ."

Gilbert: "I'm just being selfish for the last time, okay? I want to see the little rabbit."

Roderich: "What are you going to do when you see her? With all due respect, Sir, meeting Prince Gilbert isー"

Gilbert: "I know. It's just hell for her."

Getting involved could drag her down into a swamp of malice and turn her pure and beautiful heart black.

Knowing all of this, I chose my first and last private desire.

(Because I'm a big villain, you know.)

Gilbert: "Get ready, okay?"

Roderich: "At least, I'm going with you."

Gilbert: "Do whatever you like."

I invented all sorts of villainous reasons and purposes to meet her later on.

Instead of just "meeting her for a purpose", it's "fulfilling a purpose to meet her".

No matter what happens, the fundamental principle remains the same.

I didn't realize at the time that it seemed like a small difference, but it was a big difference.

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(Well... So that's how I came to be at Rhodoliteーー)

The first thing I did when I came to the castle was to intentionally get lost.

The map of the castle had been drilled into my head by the information of the spy who had come to the castle and snuck in.

It is easy to guess the room assigned to the little rabbit.

(I knew they wouldn't let me attend the goodwill meeting, but that turned out to be a bad thing.)

It's no wonder that Rhodolite took a back seat.

They must not have dreamed that the Prince of Obsidian would know Belle. // They must not have dreamed that the prince of Obsidian knew Belle.

I knock on the door, suppressing my feelings.

Emma: "Yes, who is it?"

Gilbert: "Oh, I knew there was someone there. I'm sorry, but may I ask you something?"

The door opened fearfully - and the woman who came out from inside was totally different from what I had imagined.

That's funny. "He" gave me the impression that she was a little younger...

She was an adult woman with clear eyes that were not stagnant at all.

I put a smile on my face so that she wouldn't notice my slight turmoil. // I put a smile on my face so that she wouldn't realize how slightly upset I was.

Gilbert: "Good evening, young lady."

Emma: "You are?"

Gilbert: "I'm not much to call myself, but I'm in a bit of trouble."

The woman is clearly alarmed and frightened.

Although I did not identify myself, she seemed to sense that the presence in front of her was "evil".

(You have a keen intuition. As expected of Belle.)

She has a good eye for people - and the impression I get from hearing about her and seeing her in person is different.

Gilbert: "I came to the castle to attend the goodwill meeting..."

Gilbert: "While admiring the interior of the castle, I got separated from the servant who was supposed to be my guide."

Gilbert: "It’s a bit embarrassing, but I’m a little lost."

Gilbert: "There isn’t much time before the meeting starts, so I just knocked on the first door I saw light peeking out from."

Gilbert: "I'm so glad you're here."

A woman with a face as lovely as a little bunny rabbit puts on a beautiful smile for an unknown man. // The woman with a lovely face, like a little rabbit, gives a beautiful smile to the unknown man.

She seemed to have made up her mind.

Gilbert: "Are you... a noble daughter from Rhodolite?"

Emma: "Yes. I am staying at the castle for my studies."

(Lies.)

Gilbert: "I see. I hear that women who have studied in the castle are sometimes promoted to the bureaucracy. You must be a very talented woman."

Emma: "I'm sorry. My butler will be back shortly, and when he does, he will show you the wayー"

Gilbert: "Yeah, I've decided. I'll let you show me the way."

Emma: "Uh…"

Gilbert: "This must be some kind of fate. Of course, you'll join me, right?

Of course, by this time, I was already thinking bad things.

When I met her, any faint hesitation I had disappeared.

(Because she looked more "beautiful" than I had imagined...)

(If it's going to get dirty, I'd rather get it dirty myself.)

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Guard: "O-Obsidian's first prince, His Highness Gilbert von Obsidian, has arrived."

With a clang and the deliberate sound of a cane, we enter the hall of the goodwill meeting.

Just like that, the numerous royalty and nobility gathered there all fell silent at once.

Gilbert: "Ahaha, we look like the center of attention. I feel like I just became the main character."

Emma: "You..."

Gilbert: "I'm Gilbert, the first prince of Obsidian. Nice to meet you, Little Bunny."

(Now let the evil begin.)

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Luke: "ーAnd?"

Gilbert: "Hmm?"

The next day, I visited Luke's room on a whim.

The new prince of Rhodolite sat by the window, unafraid of the arrival of the prince of Obsidian.

He is yawning carelessly. **

Luke: "What made you decide to come to Rhodolite?"

Gilbert: "Well..."

(I honestly don't want to be asked why.)

"I want to meet Miss Bunny," but "I still don't know why I want to meet her."

I was interested, I was curious—it doesn't quite fit into words.

(There are things I hope to see from the little rabbit. Some things I'd like to see through her.)

(I can explain it however much I want, but what is it? This feeling...)

(... I don't understand. That's weird.)

All emotions are wrapped up in a smile, and an index finger is placed on my lips.

Gilbert: "Secret."

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Pick a card - What do you need to know? 🥴

Felt drawn to do a general reading asap so I did one. I don't really know what to write for the intro so maybe just jump straight to the reading lmao.

Remember, as this is a general reading, please take what resonates and leave the rest behind. Hope this reading can help you clear things up and provide you with the information you needed to move to a better place in life.

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And find the corresponding reading for you below!

Pile 1

You have the suspicion that someone is plotting on you and damn you're so right. You may feel that it's so draining to be with someone in your life as you always thinking that they're hating you, or hoping the worst for you. It feels like every day that the person in your social circle, or every moment you spend with that person is a torture, as you don't want to anger them or make them jealous of you (then plotting more crap on you). Even posting on social media feels like walking on thin ices. You feel really restricted and have to fight thru so many worries every time you want to do a thing, as you feel like they're watching.

However, even living in such a restrictive environment, you still want to become better. You hate to live in someone else's shadow, have the rest of your life controlled by others, or have to drag the weight of someone else's problems around for your whole life. You want to be better, be good enough to break free from the situation, and yeah, you're going to do it. And wait, even better, you're going to break free of the people or community that you don't want to care about anymore, and shine so brightly alone.

You may question how is it possible for you to pull this off, and I have to tell you that you have so much energy inside you, waiting for you to burn it and make something real big. It seems that you're always rejecting negativity, thinking that all they can do is to bring a big black fog to your life. However, the big pile of negativity can act as an excellent source of inspiration and motivation at the same time. For example, you can use your worries and sorrow as inspirations for art, and the fear of not going to make it/ pessimism to motivate you to put 120% effort, so you can make sure that you must and will succeed.

I can see that you may be deterred by the low quality of work and the lack of skills in the beginning. It seems that success is so far away and so unlikely to happen to you. However, you have to understand that you have to start somewhere, and no one is a master in the beginning of their journey. Even DaVinci needed to learn painting from someone in the beginning of his journey. Don't be deterred by the progress. As long as you keep trying, you are making progress every day. No matter how small the progress is, learn to appreciate it. If it's not motivating for you enough, then think of winning to spite those whose messing with you. Win so fucking hard so that they can realize how big of an L they're taking by not appreciating you in the past. Also, I heard that the harder you win, the faster those people will receive their karma? Is it motivating for you enough lol.

Pile 2

I can see this pile is so hopeless in getting a lover and a love reading is the least you want to hear about. But, love is on its way for you! You probably the type that believes that you will never find a lover in the rest of your life, and believe that you are absolutely fine and cool with it. However, you low key wish to get into a relationship at the same time, as you keep helping your friends in their relationships by giving them advices and listening to their vents. You kinda want to try it yourself but you really feel that it's too much effort and you're not wasting any energy on getting into trouble yourself. For some of you, I can also see that you've gone thru a real tough relationship in the past. That may even be a divorce for some of you. So getting into a relationship again is the last thing you want to do.

No matter how unwilling you want to be in a relationship, I can see that you're going to have the opportunity to meet a potential lover, as it's a reward for you for going thru and completing a cycle. You probably spent so much time to undo the pain of an event, or the thing may be so long ago that you don't even remember that it happened, and left an impact on you. No matter you remember you've done your work or not, you will be paid regardless as you did the work.

You may think that you are not hot enough for anyone to like you, and you also can't see anyone that will have the potential to develop any feelings towards you. However, it will just happen and you don't even have to do a thing to make it work. Don't sabotage it if this is actually what you hoped for. Don't complicate the situation by bringing the past to the present. You can act passive and take things slowly, so you can clear your doubt. As long as you understand that this is a whole new cycle and you're in a completely new chapter of your life, then you're fine.

Pile 3

You are obsessed with someone. If this is not your situation, then this may not be your pile, or maybe this is not even the reading for you. You are so obsessed with someone and you keep hoping and thinking that you can be in a romantic relationship with them. However, you feel that your connection is stuck, and stagnated, and you don't have the energy to push it forward even though you want things to work so badly.

Instead of pushing the connection forward, which is not an option as you don't have enough energy to pull it off, you may find yourself indulging in past memories with that person, and making decisions based on outdated assumptions. Some of you probably haven't talked for years, but you still thinking that they will just respond and go out on a date with you if you finally have the courage to talk to them, because you remember the time that you two got along so well years ago.

It may be a depressing news for you, but the thing you need to know is this connection is not going to anyway. It can be hard yo believe, but this is actually the best outcome for this connection. The obstacle, the big stop sign on the path, is to protect you from something worse. It may be the person is actually a shitty person, or you have a better future ahead of you instead of spending your time with that person.

Also, you really need this connection to die, as it's draining so much energy from you. You're lost and unable to even feel joy anymore. It seems that nothing matters anymore. You will find out that it's not the case, as you will discover lots of joy around you as soon as you try to pull yourself away from the obsession. Then, you will start to heal, and become the master of your own mind and emotions again.

It's so much better to be able to make yourself happy, instead of betting your happiness on others, as it's so difficult to make others do things the way you want them to. Having yourself to do the job instead can dramatically decrease the effort you have to spent on getting an enjoyable life.

(Some of you may be spamming that person's phone and they're thinking that you're annoying... But the real one will not feel annoyed by you. They will be so happy to hear from you... so, maybe they're really not the one.)

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hallooo!! can I request for knights with a gn reader that's multilingual and would yell (curse?) in another language when they're upset?? except they're usually very reserved, and when they're pissed they'd shout for a short while then go back to the usual them. sorry if it's a little specific heheh thank you so much for your hardwork!!

𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎! | knights x reader

[an]: i hope you didn’t wait long, anon T^T </3 things are starting to get busy and i am highly afraid of letting anyone down :,D how r u doing~? hope u’re ok ! ^^ tysm for requesting, and once again i apologize for taking awhile to finish this :,>

summary: as much as they love you, the sudden mood change when your tongue speaks upon losing your temper is surprising !

pairing: knights x multilingual!g/n!reader [ separate ! ]

genre: fluff, small crack (on izumi’s part)

TSUKASA SUOU

it had been such a long day after rehearsal practice.

one by one did you had to listen to every record the members did on their brand new song, starting with leo to ritsu’s vocal part, not to mention you also had to schedule for a live concert ryouseitai will be holding on next week. anzu had called you to help her out in making their stage outfits for the concert, so you paused your song record checking and helped her out—it took a week to finish by the way. fine’s latest halloween project had to be left in your hands due to you being talented in creating horror themed projects, however it’s just a daily thing you loved thinking of, it wasn’t really a natural talent.

back to the knights rehearsal, leo had newly composed a song that actually sounded more great than the previous ones, not like the old ones sounded horrible—just more catchy is what you meant. dragging you into the recording station along with the other members, all of you listened to the orange head’s rambling about the song. he wanted to get on with it after months of composing, and as always you agreed to do it even if you were hellishly tired.

though…if weren’t for tsukasa helping you out then you would’ve passed out by now due to exhaustion. leo was more than excited to release this song to the public, although it might take time to finish once you corrected all their parts of the song. take ritsu for example, who probably didn’t sleep much as always—he sounded like he was about to pass out in one of his parts of the song. tsukasa was kind and straightforward enough to ask him if he could redo it again, not without giving him a can of juice to energize him. very thoughtful and helpful of him indeed, no wonder why leo decided to give the role of leader towards tsukasa.

and after all that’s done, both leo and tsukasa helped with checking the composed music with you when everyone finished. it took long, but not too long. tsukasa has never seen you so serious before, except when you help produce for knight’s songs. by afternoon did everyone leave, only you in that rehearsal room to finish your job. well, mostly everyone that is. you already know who would be waiting for you to finish your priority.

tsukasa’s presence has always gave you a warm feeling inside. it was as if he planted a blooming beautiful flower inside of your chest, causing it for butterflies to land inside when he’s nearby. not like you always daydreamed of him but—wait no, scratch that, you always do daydream about the handsome male. i mean, who wouldn’t?

“the song will be released by next month. us KNIGHTS will have to practice for our dance training after the recording session. we hope that we wouldn’t cause much trouble as autumn will be begin soon with you and anzu nee-sama busy with your producer schedule,” tsukasa spoke, cleaning the other mess that lays on the side of the room. chuckling, you shook your head, letting out a soft smile at the progress. true that during autumn is where the producer work increases—not to mention that idol work was pressuring not just for the producers but for everyone, yet they were the only things keeping yourself distracted instead of procrastinating.

“i’m sure it won’t be much of a bother, i’m used to it so it’s fine. besides, tsukinaga-san looks so excited for this song’s release. for all the time i knew him, never have i seen him this hyped for his creation to be let out to the public before, it’s cute if you ask me,” you replied to his sentence. with that you see tsukasa’s face frown, “your face certainly doesn’t read so, y/n. i can spot the bags under your eyes, have you been sleeping well lately?” he questions, leaning onto a nearby chair that was on the side. with that brief mention, you felt yourself get caught by a guilt of embarrassment. because of it you looked away.

“shit…i never knew you could notice…”

“d-did you just curse in english???”

“huh?” you perked your head up when the sounding astonished tone in tsukasa’s voice caught you off guard. laughing, you brushed your hair back, “oh ahaha..! yes, i did. it’s just a habit of mine to curse in another language. my bad about it, ‘should’ve watched my language. you could understand english after all, right, tsukasa-kun?”

“o-oh no it’s quite alright. i just never knew you could speak ENGLISH, y/n. i’m quite shocked if you ask me…” steady did his palm placed down calmly over his chest as he smiles back over to you. looking away did. his cheeks glow red as his hair…adorable. “cursing in another language as a habit…i know they have a word meaning for that one, hmm…what do they call that again?”

“multilingual. i have a multilingual tongue,” you told to him. tsukasa’s mouth turns into an ‘o’ shape, getting the meaning you had just said. “multilingual, oh i get it now. y/n you really are an interesting one. i’m glad i got to know something about you as a person than something as just the PRODUCER for KNIGHTS…” there was something tender that holds in his voice, though you didn’t mind much about that.

just with that thought, your face burns red, and tsukasa stands back a little. “ah! i’m thinking weirdly again..! sorry! ahhh goddamn it!”

“woah! y/n chill out…!” you hear him say, both of his hands trying to gesture you to calm down your composure. he has already handled a lot of izumi’s temper a lot before…he did not wanna handle from yours too right now. covering your face, you let out a groan of frustration. this was embarrassing for sure…you didn’t mean to blurt it out loud in front of the person you like. once you felt his presence land over to your side, your face looked away even more, trying to hide your obvious blush on. of course, tsukasa takes notice at this and laughs, “ahaha…! don’t be so flustered, y/n. c’mon, what’s gotten into you? you don’t have to cover yourself now it’s fine.”

the moment he scoots in close towards your side, the more red you get. and honestly? you kinda liked it how close you are with him. just being by his side, it was already enough for you. “i’m glad i got to know something about you as y/n other than being the PRODUCER for KNIGHTS. say, do you wanna hang out with me sometimes? a-after all our work that is…”

LEO TSUKINAGA

“argh! no! not good enough! this won’t do!”

this was the fifth whine he let out this day, mess all around the room that you were the one who was disturbed by it instead of him. leo…really couldn’t calm down when he’s composing a new song. well it’s not leo when there’s no papers flying around the place like rain. and there’s definitely no leo when there’s no y/n picking up the scattered mess created by him.

you had just finished helping rab*its rehearse for their live that is to be held next week, thanks to nazuna everyone is on their perfect shape—and now the first thing you see upon returning to check on the knights is the king continuously whining about his music composing skills before crumpling the papers on his palms and throwing them away towards the trash can (completely missing the shot). arashi had to explain the situation to you, thank god she’s a sweetheart. “i-i’m really sorry about him, y/n-chan. the king wanted to come up with a new project for this month’s halloween theme. and for sure, he started to compose the song’s tune and lyrics right here at the floor. he even asked tsukasa-kun if he could hand him a stack of papers and pulled out a pen…”

you sighed, facepalming. arashi chuckles, nervously. “that’s our king for sure, hehe…i should go out and look for ritsu-kun. he’s probably sleeping somewhere again, we don’t want the school gardeners to think there’s a dead body on the floor. unlike last time…” you heard her mutter, before leaving you and leo alone inside the room. it wasn’t usual for the members of knights to leave you alone to take care of leo who was busy composing for a song, they knew you too were a busy person who does work—and leo could easily be more of a headache towards you…not like it was true but…

“tsukinaga…?” no response, only the sound of pen hitting on the paper writing notes could be heard. yep, he was focused alright. you placed both of your arms down your hip, eyebrow cocked up in complexion when leo didn’t reply to your call. was he always like this when there was one thing floating over his head? izumi’s description of him had always been accurate you’ve gotta say. the small mutters of his words let out to be a whisper underneath his breath, eyes scanning over the notes all and all over.

due to curiosity, you scooted a little closer to the male’s side. woah, only a minute just passed yet he already wrote a whole lot of music scores down on his paper—leo truly was a genius. with that much speed of to think of a tune to play for the new song, leo definitely was next level composer of his unit’s music, you were impressed.

“no, no…this won’t do…”

‘what? he didn’t like his idea that fast? but it was already good…!’ words vacuumed over your mind as you watched leo crumple the paper on his hands, before mindlessly throwing it over behind his back—not even noticing you were behind him the whole time, watching as he writes. the crumpled paper flew right over your face, hitting you permanently close to your forehead and nose. not to mention the sharp area of the paper collapsed right onto your face without hesitation.

you winced from the slight pain, “ow! Блядь!”

“huh? who’s that?” leo’s head suddenly turns around in wonder from the sudden curse you spat out from your lips. you quickly covered your mouth with both of your hands, however leo was already quick to notice that it was just you over behind his presence. “oh y/n! hey! was that you who said something? i thought i heard someone speak an unidentifiable language! ahaha!” he jokes, smiling so adorably at you. a frown, “ah sorry about that. it’s just a habit, and it’s not an unidentifiable language, tsukinaga, it’s russian,” you replied to him, and he echoes out an ‘ooh’ in realization.

“ahaha! ok! russian language. you do know a lot, y/n! it’s what i like about you…! but hey, you’re not the only genius in this room—no, no sir! c’mon, sit next to me! i wanna show you something i’ve been thinking about to write for our next project for halloween! i’m sure the knights are going to love it…!” patting the space next to where he was kneeling, you followed his gesture and sat next to the male who continued to write upon seeing your presence beside him. the pen he holds runs along the sheet of paper, different lines and music notes, leo’s eyes sparkle in delight—though just by watching him react like a child, you couldn’t help but stretch out a smile. “see?? i was hoping the last music score i wrote was the right one, however this seemed to be the perfect one that i wrote so far! my great musician intellect never fails me! ahaha! i’m such a genius!”

once again, like always—the orange head gathers all the paper on the floor in both of his hands, before throwing them all in the air with pride and excitement. his proud laughs makes you sweatdrop. “this new song project is going to be a huge blast! i can’t wait till i finish up the remaining notes, then i’ll call all of my members to the training room, and record!”

“that’s nice but…Проклятье, tsukinaga, you don’t always have to throw the papers…”

“aha! there you go again with your habit! y/n you really are interesting. do you somehow study in different languages from different countries??” oh so that’s what this guy’s on about. sighing, you calmly collected the floating papers that landed down onto the floor, one by one did you pick them up. leo watches you with his eyes fazed with curiosity and sparkles, you had absolutely no idea why he was looking at you like that right now but somehow you just know he wanted to know something about your little habit of cursing in another language. “i’m multilingual. only when i curse that is…. i was supposed to know that you already knew about this since tsukasa-san told this to you before, no?”

“mmm~ nah, i probably wasn’t listening to him. sorry,” he responded, and you just shook your head with a low breath. somehow, no matter how random this guy’s words are sometimes, you just could never be irritated at him. leo was a different kind of breed—unlike izumi who never fails to get into your nerves. “although, languages…aha! y/n you just gave me an idea for a lyric for the song…! thank you so much~! i love you!” he suddenly yelled, and your face turned red. “languages for us two…take my hand, we shall dance underneath the red bright moon…yes! this is perfect! my genius ideas never fail after all!”

“h-hey…! aren’t i the one that made you pop that idea?!”

laughing so lively, leo turns to you with a wide grin over his face, one of the papers crumpled down over his head as he holds it tightly, “yeah, yeah you did! ehehe! i could’ve done it without you, y/n! you’re the best! i reallyyy love you!”

“okay, okay…you’re welcome. no need to say ‘i love you’ as another way of saying ‘thank you,’ tsukinaga-san…” you responded to him. his laughter stopped, and so did the crumpling noise inside of the room.

“hm? oh no, i’m serious.” confused, you turned to him, and leo wasn’t wearing a smile anymore—more like a more nonchalant look.

“i really do love you, y/n. i’m serious.”

IZUMI SENA

work never ends, from here to there.

the amount of typing you had to do to your laptop made you glued to your screen 24/7. with also the amount of documents you had to take note of with every live the idols did in over the span of months is about to make you go insane. you weren’t really familiar of what your idols are feeling when they set upon themselves up on the stage, with thousands of fans watching as they sing and dance with so much confidence in their voice—yet the familiar feeling you do get with them is tiredness and pressure. about pressure, you were just called in today to schedule for knight’s next live that had to be occurred in the following week for the upcoming festival.

you just wished that the stage wouldn’t be so crowded when it comes to applying for tickets in the entrance, poor hajime has to punch them all in before getting ready for his concert—and when its knights we’re talking about, everyone knows they’re in for something good. heck, maybe even all the students from the normal course would go down just to see them perform live. as for you, your job as the producer is to simply look after the idols and help them with their daily deeds. at the moment, you’re in charge in producing for knights, helping them record their songs, rehearse practice, check any errors upon their training, etc.

being producer also means to create absolute perfection upon your creation. anzu always takes good care of trickstar and other various units, so she shouldn’t really worry too much of what falls over her schedule. as for you, this began to become more difficult than the average routine you’d always do, as the festival is close to arriving and knights will be the main unit for the event.

so, here you are, eyes glued to your laptop, staring at the schedule you created for the knights’ training hours, and as for the live’s time. school decorations have already been planned thanks to you and anzu for the ideas, and now it was time to finish the work you’re about to press done for today. ‘let’s see here…the knights’ last training for today is scheduled to 11 in the morning….i have to deliver the remaining documents back to the student council room for isara-kun to collect…i just hope himemiya-san isn’t there errr…’

“oi, get your head off the screen for once and relax. watching you act like that makes my eyes hurt and my skin go bad..”

a small sound coming from the table you sat was created after two cups of coffee was placed right in front of your vision, distracting you from typing your work. figures, the person who had sat next to you was no other than izumi sena of knights. you smiled upon seeing his presence, “izumi hey..! thank you for the coffee. i just need to get these workloads done then i’ll be on with you guys later to prepare for tomorrow’s live. it might take some time..” you say, striking a conversation with the model. before you could continue typing, a hand stopped your wrists from doing so—grip pulling them away from an inch closer towards the keyboards in front.

izumi’s face was in a deep frown, and you knew that expression he wore very well. he always looked grumpy, not like you had any idea why (probably because makoto was avoiding him like always). “didn’t i told you to stop working for a minute and rest? i did not waste my time just to buy you a cup of the best coffee i drink as well. c’mon, get your head out of the laptop for a sec and have a relaxing break. you’ve done enough,” his tone reads annoyance, yet the words he said was caring. looking back at his eyes, you can feel him wince a bit at the shared eye contact you’ve created, “w-what are you looking at? just…get your coffee and have a break…please???” that ‘please’ he lets out motivated you to do what you were asked.

it was rare for izumi to act like this, including if it was someone who wasn’t makoto for once. not like you were implying he was always mean, just something to reconsider for the long time you had known the model. your fingertips made its way to grab the coffee cup sitting before you both—ignoring the way izumi was taking small glances in every movement you’ve done so far after being (slightly) scolded by him earlier about overworking. you love how he acts as if he never cares, but when in reality he has a lot more on his mind than leo. the thought distracted you, when upon touch with the coffee, you winced from the sudden heat that had struck up to the touch.

“it’s hot, you doofus. be careful.” you pouted at him with a frown. “i know that, asshole,” you carefully took the cup into your palms before blowing the hot air escaping through the tiny hole from it. the aroma lingered amazingly through your nostrils—no wonder why izumi loved to buy his own coffee during mornings. just with this scent, the atmosphere was transferred like you were magically sitting in france, near the eiffel tower. a romantic experience indeed. you carefully gave it a few more blows before taking small sips. goddamn it was steaming hot.

“this coffee is tasty, just the right amount of sweetness and bitterness…izumi you really do know your tastes…”

within that compliment does izumi proudly grins, “hmph. well of course, what’s a model with no taste? unlike naru, i rarely eat any sweets to keep my diet balanced in order for my shape to stay perfect. tough thing to do, but it’s pretty much worth it..” he takes another sip of his coffee, avoiding direct eye contact coming from your presence. you let out a small hum, “i can see. however you and arashi-chan do an amazing job when it’s a photoshoot schedule. no wonder you two are often chose as representatives for a school display banner.”

“eh, not really something to be flattered about. besides, aren’t you and naru being really close lately? i’m curious on what’s going on between the both of you…not like i care that is.”

the sudden info izumi leaked cause you quite the surprise, immediately flinching from what he had said—and because of it, a small spill of the coffee you were drinking landed painfully over your palm. “ack! ouch, putangina!”

“putangi-what?!” the perplexed tone izumi held between his voice made you want to chuckle. a small napkin you wiped with to clear the stain off of your palm was placed neatly beside your laptop before you faced izumi with a nervous smile, scratching the nape of your neck as you laughed, “ahaha, sorry about bursting that out all of a sudden…it’s just a habit i grew with, not really a big deal…”

the male cocks an eyebrow up, “habit? oh, you must have a multilanguaged tongue. well that’s amazing.”

“multilingual, izumi-san. i study a lot of different languages most of the time. it begun when i just graduated middle school, i decided to read a lot of english textbooks from europe and even from south asian countries..then until today even after i enrolled in yumenosaki private academy, i’m still practicing..” his eyes were captivated when he listens to you talk about yourself..but just like he said, who was he to care about it? he has other more important business to deal with…probably.

“izumi-san does that really perked up towards your interest?”

“h-hah??” the cut off of his thoughts like a cord. “in your dreams…! i’m a busy person, like hell i would get so interested on a person speaking on different words on their tongues,” is what came out to his reply. yet however you knew he was trying to reject the thought of that.

maybe you should get to tease him more sometimes. besides, maybe a spark could happen between a good looking idol who models and a hard working producer.

ARASHI NARUKAMI

“neuken!”

“ah! ah! ah! y/n-chan~ language~!” arashi’s fingers once again grabbed a piece of chocolate from the tray that sat near the table you two had seated on at the moment, and immediately shoved the dessert right inside of your mouth, shutting you within seconds.

yumenosaki’s garden had really did grown over the years, with the newest fresh bouquet of flowers plastered all over the sides, a beautiful view from the widow of the naked eye, everything was as tidy as it should be. you should mention of how the school garden should be thanking hajime for always taking such good care of the area—the boy was too pure for this world. as much as you’d like to describe more the your favorite spot’s scenery, time was running a little fast for today.

exams were coming up this month in cram lessons, and not only were you troubled with your other school works and incoming projects, but now you also had for trouble studying for the exams. your girlfriend was kind enough to help you out in your studying, yet it looks like you were going to need more than that to easily memorize all of your previous lessons. giggling, arashi softly pats your head with a smile, reassuring you down. “now, now, no need to stress out, y/n-chan, you’ll get there soon. mathematics is hard, i know, but you have to learn these by heart.”

“i get it…but these are so hard to familiarize with i just can’t…” you slumped your head down on the table with a loud groan. “calculus is going to be the end of me. whoever made calculus i hope they rot..”

“c’mon, don’t be like that~ tell you this, if you get to fully study—i’ll treat you to the snack bar you always love to go on dates~! we can even bring mika-chan if he can come along.”

“really??!” a smile stretches towards your expression. arashi was lucky she had hit the jackpot. carrying her face with the support of both of her palms, a cute smile is spotted at the presence of her expression, “then, i need you to study. if you’re able to solve these two problems then i promise after the exams, we’re going to visit there to your favorite snack bar and i’ll even pay for the meals~” the tone in her voice reads a hint of honesty, and this just perks you up even more. not even a second passes, a book was back in your hands and your eyes were focused only on the textbook in hand—understanding your lesson.

“is it finding the root…? or factoring? verdorie, why am i so dumb..?”

“go, go, y/n-chan..! go, go, y/n-chan..!” even with her cheers echoing in the background, it still couldn’t help you immediately memorize the lesson in mind. arashi was cute, supportive, caring, and also very loving—you knew she had always been out of your league upon meeting her and her unit. izumi had always made a big fuss of how she slapped him when they were both younger along with one of the members of trickstar, though after knowing izumi for quite some time you know whose fault really was when she slapped him. typical.

she grew interested of how your tongue is able to speak multiple languages. that is when you curse, however arashi still finds it a unique thing about yourself as the y/n she’s in love with and adores. heck, there were even times where she would bug you to teach her french. but now she wants to know how to speak dutch. arashi endears your multilingual tongue within the bottom of her heart. “if you teach me how to speak dutch, i’ll help you out with your homework~”

“oh come on! that’s not fair…! i’m a busy person at the moment..!” you whined. arashi smiles, heaven sent upon your presence when she yet again shoved another chocolate piece into your mouth, wiping the small chocolate the smudges near the corner of your lips. your face blooms into a red appearance, and with a laugh, arashi lovingly brushes your hair back.

“i know~ but seeing you so flustered is adorable, y/n-chan~”

RITSU SAKUMA

“that’s the wrong note..”

it was the 6th time ritsu had said that. inside the music room where you two sat, the younger sakuma sibling gently instructs your fingers beneath the piano keys, placing where they were supposed to lang upon pressing a note. 5:29pm at yumenosaki’s music room, ritsu had no choice but to ask his older brother if he could use the area so he’ll teach you how to play the piano.

it was simple, as a producer you told to yourself that knowing how to play instruments or beat gadgets are required in order to compose music. you had a strict schedule within yourself, and everybody seemed to know that fully well about you. anzu suggests you shouldn’t really force yourself to learn (you had just finished knowing how to play the guitar thanks to koga, flute thanks to the aoi twins, and violin from rei), though of course, you’re a little stubborn. so this time, you went for ritsu for advice on how to play the piano.

the knights had no certain schedule for this week, so they were off to do whatever they desire. you had already produced to them a couple of many times, so you knew who the members are and what they’re like. the one that left a big impression on you the most was ritsu, a sibling of the leader of undead. he was quiet, always sleepy, and sometimes very teasing, although his skills in singing was amazing despite his appearance. he was very close with one of the student council members, and from time to time during lunch, you and the other female producer would spot him knocked out on the school grounds. due to that you both would hurriedly have to call isara out for help—he was used to it.

you both grew close, and soon enough you labeled him as a good friend. for now. after you learned he was very skilled with the piano, leo was the one who recommended to him to become your instructor, and here you both are now.

the male sighs as he watches you attempt to do the notes right again—no hints of seeing you give up so easily. it was already the late afternoon and he sadly couldn’t continue his nap because he was teaching you at the moment, and at the same moment he stands he was tired. “this won’t do…you need a better tutor that’s suit for this kinds of stuff…” a yawn escapes his lips, “i want to lay down..i hope brother won’t mind if i sleep in his coff—

“bon dieu!”

ritsu flinches from the sudden thud coming from the piano. turning to you, a puzzled look was scanned across his face. was that voice came from you? he wasn’t even sure, that language…was it…french? “y/n-san..?”

“ah, sorry..! that came out unexpectedly…err…” you bashfully covered your mouth with both of your palms. ritsu tilts his head, yet walks back to your side, looking as nonchalant as ever, his face wearing that same look of wanting to slumber. “are you upset..?” he questions, noticing of how you were shaking a little bit. you laughed it off, “i-i’m fine..! sorry, if i worried you. it’s just a small habit i grew with…”

“you mean cursing in other languages?”

you sweatdropped. “yeah…whenever i feel down or just…mad.”

“i see, that’s impressive. so, do you still want to continue learning how to play? or do you wanna stop here for a while? we’ve been here for hours already..” straightforward he is—typical ritsu. “if it doesn’t bother you much, yes i want to keep going…if that’s ok…?”

a smile grows across across ritsu’s cheek, “sure, i’ll teach you more then. make sure to listen attentively now, ok? i’m a little sleepy at the moment since i haven’t slept much from an hour ago, but i’ll still tutor you.” your face contorts into a smile from a concerned expression as he explains his side. you totally forgot…it was important for ritsu to take his daily naps. him and rei’s vampiric disease are one of the main reasons why his body grows weak, and can easily pass out anywhere. if he continues to do this to himself then…

“merde…a-actually maybe you should take a nap first…! ritsu-kun, you shouldn’t really force yourself to teach me, taking a nap is important for yourself after all…” you explained, waving both of your hands in front before he went forward to teaching you. ritsu tilts his head, “huh? you said something funny again, y/n-san. no, it’s quite alright. you needn’t worry about me…it’s almost evening anyways so, i’ll go to sleep sooner or later..i’ll keep teaching you, i still have the energy..”

“you still have the energy?”

“i’m saying i like you…” he still held a normal expression on his face even after saying that, with a faint grin and a soft touch to your fingers that were pressing gently over the piano keys—your eyes went wide when the male scoots closer to your side.

your brain went off for a moment. ‘huh? like me? wait, what does that mean…? hold on…is it…?!?!?’ your thoughts were going completely berserk. a shade of red pops over your face, and within notice ritsu chuckles, “you’re blushing…adorable…”

“are you serious?? you better not be joking, ritsu, i swear i will not hesitate to slap you…!”

“don’t slap me…i’m far too weak to handle that at the moment..” his reply sounded weaker indeed, before a yawn escalates out of his lips.

the evening grew warm between the atmosphere of the both of you, pianos and french love languages from a multilingual tongue of yours to teach. ritsu drew the piano notes, while you wrote the love words.

a/n: hi sorry this took a while, school’s been keeping me busy lately i’m sorry :,} hope everyone didn’t wait long ! aLSO SORRY IF ARASHI’S PART WAS SHORT ToT I DON’T HATE HER I SWEAR, I JUST COULDN’T FIND A PERFECT INSPO FOR HER PLANNED SCENARIO :,>

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Hello there :) may I please have a matchup for RID15 and/or Rescue Bots? (RID15 preferred if only 1 is allowed, but whatever you think matches best)

At first, I come across as aloof, calm, and socially awkward. I'm very to-the-point, and can sense BS very quickly. I never get involved in drama, but I might make a witty joke while I sit in my little corner and watch with popcorn. I've been told I'm very observant and I've been called an old soul. But when you get to know me, I can be a bit of a gremlin😆.

I have a huge imagination and I'm always daydreaming. I'm creative and I love storytelling. Especially theatre and writing. Once I start writing, I find it hard to stop (as you can see here😂). I'm a film geek who likes psychological horror movies (Hitchcock films, The Shining, Carrie, etc). But I also love Scooby Doo. Another thing I like is archery and being outdoors.

I may be a complete basketcase and 24/7 stressed, but I try to look on the bright side of things when I can, and I consider my life to be an adventure. I know my problems will be a fun story to tell at parties someday.

One thing I despise is being talked down to. I also hate when conversations get needlessly intellectual and philosophical. Like, I don't wanna use my one braincell!

Fun facts: I was born with weirdly shaped pinky fingers. They're both bent sideways. Apparently it's called "clinodactyli" or something, so that's cool. I have sensory issues. My favorite movie is Gremlins. One time, I accidentally printed, like, 87 pictures of a cat because I was a dumb 7-year-old, and the entire computer room was flooding with cats. My mom was so mad😂. Also, I'm terrible at videogames. I tried to play World of Warcraft once, and spent over an hour trying to get out of the canyon I accidentally jumped into.

I'm a Genini-Cancer cusp, (technically Gemini) Libra rising. INFP (although, the second time I took a test I got INFJ so idk lol).

Hello! I’ll be matching you with RID15 Fixit and RB Chase.

Fixit

He loves to hear about your daydreams! He just adores hearing your stories and works in progress, the premise, the plot, whatever it is, he’ll listen.

He also has sensory issues, so he’ll avoid his own sensory issues and the textures you don’t like as well.

Fixit will try to watch horror movies with you, but he’ll end up hugging onto you and hiding his face from the screen. He will get spooked while watching Scooby Doo, as well.

He’ll try to get some stress off of your shoulders, he wants to help you out with things (organization/sorting, moving manageable things, ect.).

Chase

He has the same amount of tech knowledge that you do, and he’s done something similar with the Burns’ printer.

Chase will also watch arguments from a corner with you, he can’t eat popcorn but he thinks it’s funny.

He’ll attempt to help you in your video games but somehow messes up harder.

He likes to look at your writing and works in progress, even if he doesn’t have permission to. He just loves your writing so much…

#micro matchups #rid15 #rid15 x reader #fixit #rid15 fixit #fixit x reader #rid15 fixit x reader #rescue bots #rescue bots x reader #chase #rb chase #chase x reader #rb chase x reader #rescue bots chase x reader #rescue bots chase

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Wait, have you done 5SOS5 for the album things, like you did the other 4?

I haven't but I will now oskaoskoasas here are the other posts if you feel like reading them self titled sgfg youngblood calm random post i made about how the album is telling the story of being trapped in one relationship

5sos5, my tragic love baby, we start it out so strong with complete mess, first self-produced song and first song we heard that was written by the four of them and only the four of them, all of them singing, a recognizable guitar riff, that classic 5sos song structure with a 4 chord melody where the song builds up until it drops at the bridge and comes back to finish it off strong with the last chorus, also "I ask no questions as your colors take their hold as my darkness turns to gold inside"?????? Excuse me??????? Then we move on to easy for you to say, they wrote all that we just let them get away with it, I'm scared to find a piece of peace of mind has haunted me since I heard it for the first time in a shaky Instagram live from the Dublin show, obsessed with the lyrics of this song, I think lyrically it really shows how good they are as songwriters, but this song is also my controversial opinion of the album because there's something in the production of it that deeply bothers me (sorry Michael, I love you) so it's the song I listen to the least, I'm still listening the live cut from the tour diary. Then we go to Bad Omens, I will never accept the fact that that song is not everywhere. I think it's flawless, the way the intro matches the outro so you can get caught in the same loop of going around again that the lyrics are talking about, and that's something that's a trend with them, they exaggerate the lyrics with the production and I think bad omens is the best example of it, I'm particularly obsessed with the way the chorus makes you expect a high note after the somebody, so when we get to the outro we expect the last somebody to be followed by a high else, but they actually drop the note, because nothing is ending in a high note here, not the relationship, not the song. Flawless vocals, flawless melody, flawless production, not a single wrong decision was made with this song. Then we have me myself and I, I think is so much fun, I think they made the perfect pop song, you have simple lyrics that are just repeating, and the way the song is structured it kinda feels like it's just one chorus that keeps going and going and since the song actually ends not only in the middle of the sentence but also in the middle of the progression in the guitar, you kinda feel this need to loop it, I know most people didn't get it when Ashton said that this song was very sgfg, but this song is so sgfg if sgfg was more pop than it is, the way its 4 chords in a guitar that just loops, the way it builds around that riff, the way the drums only come in in the second verse, the way it goes, goes, then just drops before coming back, the outro with the repetition, it's all very vapor of them in my opinion lol. Then we have take my hand, the way Luke wrote it alone and they managed to make it sound like a 5sos song is actually such a good example of how well they work with each other as musicians, because, yes, you can feel Luke's influence deeply in the song, but you can hear them all in it. Also, Luke Hemmings the songwriter you are, I can't quote anything because I would just write the whole song. One of their strongest bridges, amazing song all around.

Then we get to carousel, I don't know if anyone else remembers this but Ashton said that you just need 2 chords to make a great song, and this song technically has 4, but in the verses, they're actually going back and forth with 2, and I think that's such a good way to give you that feeling of spinning that comes with a carousel when paired with the drums, also I feel like this song is the first of many in the album where Luke flexing his vocal range lol, dude starts on his lower register, pulls some high notes and the whole time you're just like *Ashton's voice* you got an epic voice bro. Also, the symbolism of the lyrics drives me a bit crazy. And the way the song drops but never picks back up because you're on a one-way ride and there's no going back, INSANE. Also, Youtube countdown outro my beloved <3. Then we get to the most controversial song on the album. Personally, I think older is a good song, I would've put it as a deluxe track and put moodswings here instead but mostly because moodswings fits the tragic love narrative of the rest of the standard album in a way older doesn't. Love the piano, love the way Luke's voice goes with Sierra's, beautiful song but it feels out of place when you look at the rest of the album. My dear devoted delicate <3. Then Haze. Let's ignore the emotional whiplash of going from a piano ballad to it. I'm actually obsessed when 5sos goes 80s pop, it's a song that makes you want to move. It gives you that very pop feeling while being completely built around a guitar riff, so it's a very pop vibe but it exists around their strength, also Ashton is singing so it is a win in my books lol "when I lived between the bars" <33333333 . And the fact that all of them have production credits on it makes me all !!!!! Then you don't go to parties. I'm in a ydgtp mood so this may be very biased toward it. I love that the verses are built around the bass but the chorus is built around a guitar riff. I'm obsessed with everything about it, the little synth noises thrown all around, Calum playing with his lower register, the drums, Ashton's verse, everything really. Lost my limit cause I'm dumb and I'm passionate. I'm particularly obsessed with how many ways you can interpret the lyrics. Maybe he's looking for someone, maybe the someone he's looking is his old self, maybe he just wants out from his own head. Amazing, incredible, did something to my brain when I first heard it. Then blender, my beloved. LOVE when they make a song around the bass riff. Obsessed with the use of a blender as a metaphor for the cycle they're trapped in, because a blender spins things around while chopping them up, so no cycle is without consequence. Another song Luke is just flexing how good of a vocalist he is. Everything about it feels dramatic, the chorus sang in one breath, the imagery the lyrics are painting, the way the song starts and ends with Luke singing so no intro or outro to get you out of the cycle. Mandatory moment of appreciation for time stamp 1:37 <3.

Then we have caramel. I will never get over this song. It fundamentally changed me as a person. From the sigh in the beginning to the riff at the end. Ashton lower harmonies in the first verse, Luke's voice sounding almost dreamy while the lyrics are talking about getting back to something and how it gets sharper as the song goes and the lyrics start to give you the idea that maybe there's no saving this one. I know it well, caramel, I feel the comedown. I don't know about yall but every time I hear the second verse of this song I want to drop to my knees and scream (and I have on occasion lol). I don't think they made a single wrong choice with this song, from lyrics to production. Love like a landslide, I kiss you goodnight and the implications of the goodnight in a song about fighting for something that you know is doomed because they could've very easily made that love like a landslide I kiss you goodnight, love like a landslide I kiss you goodbye and imply that they are leaving this thing they know they can't save, but no, the love is going down and they are going down with it. Then they just spin you around with best friends. Love that this is a 2 chords lets have FUN song. I love my best friends, they love me, I will hold on to this feeling as long as I can. Michael verse <3333333333. Absolutely obsessed with how they just wrote a song about friendship. Love how this is a song that I can see every era of them playing and just goofing around on stage. Then we have Bleach. Way to put you back in the emotional blender. Again, Luke flexing his range. Lower Calum, Michael verse. You know how I said they sometimes exaggerate the lyrics with the melody? This song has water sounds (I can't determine if Michael actually added waterlike sounds or if he added a waterlike effect to the slides sounds you can get when you switch chords in a guitar) and with a good enough headphone, there's actually a whole layer of harmonies in it that sound like they are playing somewhere with a lower refraction rate than air, like water. It's so hard to watch everything I want, everything I was spinning down the drain. Multitasking 🥺. I do wanna know if this song was the soundtrack to more people impulse changing their hair color because the amount of times I bleached my hair while this song was playing since it came out is a bit alarming. Perfect soundtrack for those of us who dye hair as a bad coping mechanism lol. Then we have red line. I'm definitely biased about this one. This is one of my favorite songs ever. Definitely my favorite on the album. The way they play with the imagery of waiting in a train in it fascinates me, from the oohs that sound like the notes of a train whistle, the synth that sounds like the sound you get when there are station announcements, the echos that sound like the ambient sound you would hear waiting for a train, to the literal train doors closing as the song ends. The lyrics that leaves you wondering if they are waiting for the train to come or for someone to join them on the train they are. The implication of not being welcome anymore. I want back in, but I can't. I would love an acoustic version of it and I think more people would like it if it had a more stripped production, but seriously this song is everything to me. And what a way to end the album when you consider the bird sounds in the beginning of complete mess, to finish it with a door closing. Michael Clifford the producer you are.

Then we have the bonus tracks. They put you in the emotional blender going back and forth with sad songs, lets dance songs. I want whatever Michael put in moodswings so I can inject it pure into my bloodstream. The most Luke flexing his range Luke could get lol (they're not playing this song because they can't change the key or else the rest of the song would be too low but the chorus is too high for Luke to sing every night and I will die on this hill lol). The epitome of I have an anxious attachment style but I am in a long-distance relationship. I love a good reminder of how well all of their voices go with each other. Obsessed with the way they exaggerated the breaths in the bridge, the random piano sounds. Also, do something for me, put moodswings, queue bleach, change the crossfade to 12 seconds, then sit back and enjoy. Then we have a nice little 180 twist because going from moodswings to flatline gets me like that gif with the girls dancing while crying lol. I don't care what Ashton said, I still hear Calum lol. But their harmony game is insane and I think that that chorus has a shitton of layers and that's what keeps us all guessing about who's singing. Anyway, this song makes me want to sit them all down and discuss their range because that shit is HIGH. Again, love me some pop vibes. Sometimes you just wanna dance to a song about falling so hard you feel like your heart is gonna stop. Then we have emotions. Criminally underrated song. Obsessed with the way Michael is singing about anxiety on top of a guitar riff that counts in a self-soothing pattern, I think that's legit genius of him. The way he's harmonizing with himself too, like, he said MY SONG and meant it. I'm doing my best and I guess that's the best I can do. I think this song follows the malum pattern while writing songs together because they have a tendency of repeating sounds more frequently than you would expect, kinda as if they made a list of words that rhyme and tried to put them as often as possible. I'm also obsessed with how low the song is because I think we as a society talk about hitting high notes all the time, but a lower song can be real impressive if you give it a chance. Bloodhound. Forever mad I didn't get visuals of Michael's "he sunk his teeth into the bone" but I can see Ashton arguing against this song because the crowd would clap wrong during the bridge and he wouldn't be able to move past it oksaaoska. Fun song, gotta be honest tho, the lyrics confused the shit out of me for a while there. I do love the beat in this, the combination of the bass and the drums and that thing in the back that sounds like Ashton is banging his drumsticks together. Then we have tears. Anything that has Ashton singing is a win in my books. Obsessed with the imagery in it. There's a hole in the sun caving in and I feel it. Burn the words to start over. Diamonds turn to puddles. Tears hitting the ground, Fears pulling me down. Cashton do know how to make a song. I think if you're going back and forth with a duo in the band, Calum and Ashton create a real nice effect. The rhythm section really popped off with that one. Love how you get double the Ashton influence with how heavily it goes around the drums.

The new vocal coach was an amazing choice, Michael is an amazing producer, lyrically they excelled themselves, really shows off all of their strengths 1000000000/10 best 5sos album and we all know it.

#this got LONG oh wow #lol #i was asked #rambling about the albums #long post #I'm overthinking and overanalyzing #anon 😌

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