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vampirevatican · 7 months

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Heart Don't Stand a Chance

a record player starts, and the countess opens a book. “tonight, you'll hear the tale of two strangers growing closer. i hope you enjoy, delulutober!”

pairing - hobie brown x black! fem reader

genre/tags - MDNI, friends to lovers, unrequited/unconfessed love, smoking weed, extremely touch starved/cuddly but "we're just friends", smut, oral, groping, p in v sex, mating press, foreplay, teasing

summary - he talked you up from the club all the way to your place. you shared blunts, thoughts, and feelings, but somewhere along that road from strangers to friends something started to grow.

notes - 2.5k words, i heard this song. i thought about hobie bc as chill as he is, he carries himself like he's hot shit and even with that there is a depth to him. attempt at his british slang pattern, or bbe (black british english)... mighta blew my best work in the first half, ye.

Tonight was a clubbing kind of night. After the week you had it was crucial to go out looking the baddest and having a night on the town. You couldn't get carried away on drinks, had to drive yourself home, and didn't feel like dealing with ignorant men trying to get you wasted. Infact, you weren't gonna tolerate any nigga that tried to shoot his shot tonight. Yes you were the finest thing out here but that didn't mean you had to suffer their bullshit. Then he showed up, tall, dark and handsome.

"Hey there peng ting," and his voice, "thought I could chirps you for a bit." You let him, but find yourself rolling your eyes. "Alright boy, what's ya name?" You take the bait and with that cute accent of his he says, "Hobie, Hobie Brown. Yours?" Your heart, or something else, was already dead set on how hot he is and if the conversation went nice this exception would be worth it. It was, because he spent that night just talking to you. Sure he flirted but it felt more like a teasing banter than him being desperate for you to be in his bed.

He would've been drinking but decided to hold off for you, "Who needs Vera Lynn, when you're here, I'm already bein' entertained." You laughed and he swore he'd never hear a more beautiful sound. "So where's your ends, would've spotted a pretty bird like you a while ago." Hobie could feel that you were trying to stay guarded but you hadn't pushed him away or backed off. "Islington," She answered and took a sip of her drink with those shiny lips, "From outta the country for a bit. Call it a vacation and business trip." Her voice was like music to his ears and he couldn't get enough, "Ah, you're my neighbor then. Islington a straight shot to London, innit? If you're doing business, what's your business here then?" Basic small talk but he had gotten all the info he needed out of you then and there. Name, Occupation, Intrests and a couple other base line things along with hearing that lovely laugh.

It was far too long for the both of you to have felt such a spark and comfortability between another person. Sure he had his 'bredrin' but something about this was different, it was like there was more to it. The night flew by and even though the club was packed it felt like it was just you and him.

"So you usually frequent pubs like this?" You asked him and he simply shrugged, "A bit of a pass time. I see you've caught up with some of the slang, what do you get up to?" The conversation stayed like this, shooting questions back at each other, "When I ain't busy, I stick to my own. Foreign place and I'm not trying to get in no rubble." Occasionally flirting, "You're looking dench, ya always dress that sharp or is it just for me?" You ask and he compliments you right back. "Got pretty nice garms yourself. If you want it to be just for you, go ahead." He said, not shooting down your advances either.

With a drink or two, low in alcohol, for the both of you he offered to take this night out on the town with him as an escort. Both of you leaning against the bar and looking out at the sea of people he leaned down next to you and said, "Like a suitcase in here. Should head on out if we want the privacy." Something about that didn't sound like a terrible idea, so you agreed and let him hitch a ride in your car. Sharing playlists together on the ride back to your place, since he didn't really mind where he woke up and unbeknownst to you he was looking out for your comfortability and safety.

That was your first night in the UK you didn't spend alone. Yeah you had made some friends over here and sometimes there were sleepovers that consisted of binging shows, doing each other's hair or makeup. Some indoors and sometimes outdoors fun, but this was vastly different. His fine, lanky ass was waltzing through your apartment like he owned the place before plopping down dead center on the couch. Man spreading and arms outstretched on the back of the couch.

"What?" Hobie simply asked when he caught you staring. It wasn't like he minded it, infact he thought it was cute and it gave him time to stare when those pretty brown eyes focused somewhere else. It felt like you were tracing the outline of his body, sketching down the details instead of stripping him bare. " 's rude to stare, leng." He said, propping his hands behind his head and putting his boots on the coffee table, closing his eyes for a second before catching your gaze to see you try and hold back a smile as you rolled your eyes and shook your head. "You're bare brown, a damn mess." The way she mixed his slang and hers was cute too, 'We should mix like that...' he thought but shook it off as he picked up the remote to put something on the TV. Meanwhile in your room you decided to go ahead and unwind because, you're back home, it's late, and you'll be damned if you don't wash your face and get into something comfortable.

Hearing your footsteps he didn't even turn his head to address you at first, "Almost thought you'd leave me he-" He was cut off by a huge bonnet smacking him in the face. "Dumbass, it's my flat and if you spending the night; like i expect you to," you said muttering that one bit of expectations, "then put that on, no need to fuck up those nice locs when we skin folk." He obliged and felt you settle in beside him. It couldn't have been the drinks, so it had to be genuine, because looking at you in your bonnet and a huge sleep shirt was enough to make his heart skip a beat. She was definitely still leng without the makeup, fancy dress or accessories. "A bit rude to stare, innit?" and that beautiful voice.

Since that night you two have had smoke and jam seshes, movie nights, youtube, and streaming binges. You had gotten his number and address and would swing by anytime you could if he couldn't because you were 'neighbors'. Some nights he'd stay and spend some of the morning with you, and vice versa. Other times he had other things to do and so did you, or was it being petty? You weren't sure and couldn't quite understand it either. Though thinking on the nights before, as the sun rose, whenever you got in the shower or took a bath it felt like washing off glitter. Cleaning off the sparkle and shine his very presence filled you with, it was like any other mundane task and life returned to normal, until he came along again. Nights of watching some thing and laying your head on his shoulder, laying down in his lap, being held in his arms. Flopping down on your bed you let out the biggest sigh. If you loved him, it would be too much to handle. He couldn't feel the same way back, he's just really comfortable with you, right?

Tonight was just like any other night but the days before weren't. Each morning or late-night goodbye was reconciling with the thought of something more. Hobie couldn't get you out of his mind and every time you hung out he couldn't stop overthinking exactly what you thought of him. If it wasn't that it was focusing on you. How your soft brown skin felt against him, how you looked up at him, your lips either glossed over or baren, the shape of your body, the way you got more and more comfortable with him. Your head on his shoulder and watching the TV as you both commentated over a show you've seen more than once now. "Hobie?" your voice pulled him out of the trance you had always put him in, though the thoughts of fucking you didn't stop and they were just stronger now with you being so close. "You wanna take a hit or nah?" He could only nod and took the blunt from you, 'I am... way too horny to talk to this woman right now...' This was definitely true but from your perspective, it seemed like any other day, until you went to lay your head on his lap, and in an instant you were sitting on his lap.

You could feel just how hard he was through his sweatpants and now you were both just staring at each other. Brown eyes locked in a staring contest, waiting for a first move while drowning in each other's gaze. His hands slide up and down your sides and settle at your hips and you feel a shiver down your spine. "H...hobs," your voice was like a whisper as he got closer to you, "Yeah?" He broke his stare by looking at your slightly parted lips, and without another word, he kissed you. His kiss trails from your lips to your neck as he makes a low groan from you rocking your hips and wiggling ever so slightly. His hips slightly buck upwards as a whine leaks out from his lips, while he nuzzles your neck and whispers, "This has been on my mind, all day." Both of your grinding stops for a moment as your hands go to cup his face and force him to look at you directly. "Hobie, if you feel the way that I feel... then I trust you." With those words, he felt instant encouragement and a softness in his heart. He kissed you once more, just as passionately but it felt more intimate instead of heated.

Squeezing your hips and caressing your thighs brought the both of you back to your previous activities, and you continued to rub upon his grey sweatpants that had started this mess. Breaking the kiss once more, you rest your forehead on his shoulder and moan out to him. "Hobie, please... more." His hands were playing with the waistband of your shorts and hearing your plea he pulled them down, along with your panties, with your help. Now, straddling him you go to pull at his sweatpants, "Closed mouths don't get fed, if you want me to join ya just say so." He teased and you rolled your eyes, getting up off of him and then getting on your knees as you pulled off his sweatpants. His cock sprung out and you licked your lips, he could've sworn his heart skipped a beat. Stroking him and kissing up and down his shaft, maintaining eye contact you tease him back, "Hm? What is it Hobie, did you want more." You say before licking slowly from the base and up to his tip, feeling his hips shudder and another whine escape his lips. He didn't need to ask, feeling your mouth take him in before he could say anything. His hands gripping the couch cushion he was sitting on as you sucked him off, stopping for a moment and taking one of his hands and placing it on your twists. "You can touch, like I said I trust you." Feeling the long twists in his hands and stroking your head he smiled, "Thank you." Taking his length back into your mouth you hummed in approval, continuing where you left off.

Just as he was about to cum you stopped and he let out a laugh and groan, "What now baby?" Hearing that pet name made your heart soar as you stood up and sat on his lap again, taking off your shirt and bra, back pressed to his chest as you rested your head on his shoulder again. "You're either gonna fuck me hard or reciprocate, Id like both though." Your breath against his ear gave him goosebumps, and he swallowed hard. His hard-on slightly twitched from your words and you slid your slit up and down his shaft, the slick spreading across him.

Without saying a word he started to rub circles into your clit, the right amount of pressure that made you hips chase his hand while still grinding on him. His other hand made it's way to one of your tits as he kissed and licked at you neck. Your moans filled the room and after enough foreplay you guided him into your hole and started to ride him. Hips rolling back and forth as he thrusted upwards and kept you steady on him by holding your hips.

In the moment you turn to look at him and his gaze was focused on where you swallowed him whole, he looked as entranced as any other time you caught him just looking at you. You whisper in his ear, "You fit so good inside, filling me up just rig-ht!" Your voice becomes a slight screm of surprise as he turns you around and picks you up, standing, with him still inside. Feeling you clench around him he chuckles and you drop your head on his shoulder. "Aw, you were close huh?" He coos to you as he moves to your bedroom and lays you down on the bed. When he slides himself out you can't help but let out the most desperate whine, but it's then replaced with some silence as you feel him lift your legs. Knees pressed to you shoulders,"Don't worry, gonna fill you right up again." Your heart beat quickens and your skin feels so hot that only standing in a freezer could cool you down, after hearing those words against your ear. He slams himself back in and sit for a second drinkng in your loud scream and you falling apart on his cock. He then rode you through the mid point of your orgasm, riling you up all over again.

You woke up the next morning with him by your side, your limbs tangled with eachother. Neither of you left eachother that morning and when he had to go he kissed your forehead. The next week that followed was radio silence on both ends and from that night you couldn't deny it anymore. It was more than just the sex, it was his prescene alone in any context that put you on cloud nine. A feeling like this was few and far inbetween and you couldn't resist when he offered to hang out again, this time at his house boat.

Laying side by side on his mattress, looking at the stars through the sun roof, you didn't cuddle up to him like you usually did. "What's wrong?" He simply asked and you looked over to find his gaze lazer focused on you. "You love me right?" Is all you could manage, word vomit, a ridiculous question but he didn't think of it as such. Pulling you closer to him as he wrapped his arms around you and stroked your hair, still in those long and pretty twists. "Of course I do, and I promise I ain't going no where."

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Because it's Eurovision! Okay..?

AN: I wanted to write this last year, but didn’t, and then the enablers in the BBE server forced encouraged me. So enjoy this cracky Avengers Tower fic, where nobody dies and everyone lives happily ever after.

Un-beta’d

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard by me

Masterlist

Relationship: - None - Just good old team bonding.

Word Count: 1k

CW: Eurovision spoilers, American confusion, Domestic Avengers

“Oki doki, kiddos - what’s so important we’ve brought forward movie night to…” Tony looked at his watch. “... 3 o’clock in the afternoon?”

He looked around the lounge in confusion as Nat, Wanda and Bucky rearranged all the sofas, cushions and beanbags. Flag bunting hung from the ceiling, and the small kitchenette counter was laden with various snacks.

“It’s Eurovision, Tony.” Nat’s tone of voice suggested that that explained it all.

It did not.

“Euro-what now?”

Wanda came up beside him and started to steer him towards one of the seats.

“Just sit down, Stark. It’s about to start. Now where are the others?”

She looked around, auburn hair flying, but relaxed as Clint walked in, a grin on his face, followed by Bruce, Steve, and Sam. Wanda looked around them and smiled as Vision floated through the wall and towards her.

Clint bounded forward, launching himself over the back of the sofa and bouncing down next to Tony.

“Boy, are you in for a treat! This is going to be epic.” He grinned, completely unfazed by the blank looks from the other men.

Sam settled on one of the other couches after a stern glare from Bucky, Steve joining him.

“Umm, could you possibly explain further?”

“If you will allow me…” The dulcet tones of FRIDAY echoed through the room as Nat and Bucky continued to shift and shuffle things around their confused team mates. “The Eurovision Song Contest is an annual event held in mid May every year, where the countries across the European continent all submit a musical act singing an original song. There are two semi-finals and then the final 26 acts star in the Final.”

Steve still looked confused.

“Well, what do the winners get?”

“The winning country gets to host the competition the following year, providing a boost for tourism and culture.”

Bruce settled down on the third couch, somehow having already snagged a bowl of popcorn.

“So the songs are good then?”

Nat snorted derisively.

“Nope. They are camp and cheesy, with ludicrous outfits, smoke machines and lots of pyrotechnics. But that’s the joy of it. And lots of the countries sing in their own language, so you have no idea what the song is actually about.”

Tony’s eyes went wide, nothing any clearer than it was before.

“Then why are we watching?”

As one Nat, Bucky and Wanda turned towards him.

“Because it’s Eurovision.”

“Umm, okay then…” He sunk down into the cushions, not sure it was worth risking the ire of undoubtedly the most dangerous trio in the room. “Can I ask why Thor gets out of this…”

Just then, the building shook, the unmistakable rumbling and light display signifying the bifrost had just hit the roof. “..Scratch that.”

Nat turned on the television and squished in next to Clint. Vision and Wanda snuggled down into the beanbags. Thor burst into the room a few minutes later, placing Mjolnir onto the countertop.

“I haven’t missed it, have I?”

He took the final space next to Bruce, who passed over the bowl of popcorn.

“It’s the flag parade, apparently.”

The blonde god leant forward, arms resting on his knees.

“Ooo. I know this one! That’s Norway. I like them.”

Bruce smiled and elbowed his friend.

“Of course you do, they still treat you like a god.”

Across the room, Steve leant over to Bucky to whisper in his ear.

“Can I ask, if this is a European competition, why are Australia taking part?”

“Because they love how camp it is, and asked if they could join in.”

“I’m going to be confused during this whole thing, aren’t I?”

“Uh-huh…” Bucky threw some M & Ms up in the air, catching them in his mouth.

Back on the central sofa, Nat started to bounce slightly.

“Here we go! Prepare to be amazed…”

For the next 2.5 hrs the team sat, glued to the television, all manner of emotions running through them as they watched the eclectic musical display.

“Am I missing something,” asked Sam. “Why are they singing about Edgar Allen Poe?”

Bucky shrugged. “Why not?”

“Okay..?”

Steve nudged Bucky.

“Buck - what’s she singing?”

“About how her love for her man is driving her crazy, but she doesn’t know if he feels the same.”

“Okay..?”

“My love…”

“Yes, Vis?

“This is an anti-war song, isn’t it?”

“It is, Vis.”

“Okay..?”

“Earth to Sam! Earth to Sam!”

Tony threw a screwed up piece of paper across the room and watched Sam jolt and shake his head as it bounced off.

“What?”

“You seem a bit invested in the Cyprus act there….”

“Fuck off, Tony.”

“Okay..?”

“Nat?”

“Yes, Bruce?”

“I don’t want to be rude, but is there a reason she seems likes she’s dressed like a werewolf?”

“Because it’s Eurovision.”

“Umm…okay..?”

Thor was bouncing in his seat as the Finnish act started.

“This is more like it!”

Bruce peered at the screen, as though the neon pink and green outfits were starting to give him a migraine.

“But…but what’s it about?”

“Going out drinking!”

“Okay..?”

“Errrrm, Buck…What the hell did I just watch?”

Bucky didn’t even turn his head at Steve’s question.

“Croatia.”

That didn’t really help. All Steve knew was that he’d just seen something he couldn’t unsee.

“Okay..?”

The act from the UK finished and Tony stood up, cracking his neck.

“Well, guys. Thanks for that, I think. But now that’s over…”

“Nope!” Nat reached across Clint, who’d fallen asleep between them, slowly drooling on a cushion, to grab hold of Tony’s t-shirt and pull him back down. “Now it’s the half time show while the voting is done, and then it’s the results. And this year, we can vote from outside Europe. Look, there’s an app and everything.”

Tony blinked slowly in disbelief. “When’s it due to finish?”

“About 7pm.”

“What!” At Tony’s shout Clint sat bolt upright, snorted and sucked up a string of drool. “This thing goes on for 4 hours. Like how?”

“BECAUSE IT’S EUROVISION!” Came the chanted reply, this time with Thor joining in.

“Okay..?”

Tony pulled out his phone and opened the app store with a shrug. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

“I got $50 on Finland. Who wants in?”

At 7.05pm Tony sat staring at the screen, mouth wide open as the others groaned and started to pass cash towards Bruce.

“What the fuck just happened?”

Bruce smiled and shrugged.

“It’s Eurovision, Tony.”

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potatomountain · 1 year

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“New Year’s Kiss”

Ateez Seonghwa x video director reader. NSFW One-shot

MINORS DNI OR I SWEAR TO THE HALA GODS-

also Happy New Year, 2023 for the wwin bbes! Let’s start it off with a body worship new years Seonghwa smut xD

Synopsis: Working with the boys since pretty much their debut, and now one of the co-directors in charge of the MV aspects, you finid yourself totally entranced by Seonghwa in the new Halazia video, bringing you to admitting some feelings for the idol, and an internal crisis (plus an external force) leading to your unexpected confession and starting the New Year off in an unexpected way.

Word Count: 6.5k

warnings: smut, body worship, use of “baby girl”, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), hair pulling (both receiving a lil), oral sex (reader receiving), reader be insecure, Yunhoe is a lil shit :3, let me know if i missed any tags.

ending crack energy brought to you and inspired by the one, the only, @hwaightme

You told yourself you would never date an idol, working in the industry for some time you saw all the good and bad parts of idol life, and knew being a significant other of one was just asking for hell. You weren't one yourself, but you worked with them plenty as a visual artist for directing and composing music videos.

You had been under a contract with KQ, as well as participating on directing other groups and videos, your expertise directing videos that required a lot of cgi, or stories that had a messy feel to them: much like Ateez's. You loved it, bringing a vision to work, seeing the final product with the effects, the members, song, all of it becoming one beautiful cohesive unit. A lot of times the idols would talk things over with you, asking how they can express certain story elements or what scenes can be added to the mv to give what feels they want.

None talked to you more than Hongjoong as he always had a vision, which you highly respected; but to you no other performer blew you away as much as Seonghwa. Over the years you developed a friendship with them all, working so close and entwined with so much of their idol life it seemed natural. See friends with idols you can handle, it made work easier because you knew these people, understood them on a deeper level than just colleagues, and could hone your craft even more- you wanted it to stay like that.

But did you really? For what seemed the fiftieth time in one night you rewatched the Halazia video, taking in your work as it had broken a new record for Ateez and hit ten million views in ten hours and was top of the charts anyways. You had to admit you were quite the fan of Ateez too, loving their music, their vibes, their visuals and work ethic- and it was probably those reasons that had you hunched over your laptop in the spare studio watching the video yet again.

Yes definitely that, and not how utterly captivating Seonghwa was. One part in particular you would replay, watching the way his head rolled back and his tongue flicked in his open mouth as he stared up at the sky as if praying to some sensual God. That few seconds had you captivated in a way that your thighs rubbed together, craving some sort of friction.

You had to accept that your attraction to Seonghwa was far more than it should be, but that was all you were about to admit. Wanting to fuck an idol this intensely was bad enough, if emotions were attached to that there was no coming back.

Replaying the MV once more, your eyes were glued to Seonghwa at each part, mesmerizing his expressions, his movements, every flick of his tongue and breath he took. Finally, you had enough, pausing the mv on the one part you had begun to fantasize about, groaning as you let your head fall to the desk with a light thud. “This shouldn’t be this fucking hot, ugh, I shouldn’t be thinking about him that way.”

“Well if that he is me, by all means please keep thinking about it.” You jumped at the sudden voice, turning quickly with your heart beating rapidly in your chest only to see Yunho leaning against the now open door of the small studio; you hadn’t even heard it open.

“What are you doing?” You hissed, a hand on your chest in an attempt to fight the rising panic as you realized you had most likely been caught fawning over his band mate.

Yunho’s wide cheshire grin told you he most definitely caught you. “So Seonghwa huh? Atiny do love to talk about that tongue of his.”

You immediately groaned, head falling into your hands. “Please pretend you saw nothing-”

“And miss all the teasing I can do? Come on, you know me better than that.” He stepped in, shutting the door behind him as he did.

“We’re friends, colleagues, it’s not right. Plus, my job would be on the line.”

Yunho rolled his eyes, glancing over at the laptop which you quickly shut as shame filled you at the fact it was still paused on Hwa’s sensual expression. “You do realize, we’ve been given the okay to have relationships inside the company?”

This was news to you, eyes going wide as you stared up at him. “Thats bullshit, I would’ve-” You words trailed off, remembering the first time you found yourself starstruck by Seonghwa’s part in the Halazia MV during filming, some of the other female staff were just enamored, with all of them.

“They’re really shining, it makes it hard not to be a little obsessed with them.” One of the stage hands muttered to her friend just a few feet to your right, sighing wistfully. “Think any of them would be willing to just one night?”

“You know the rules, CEO Kim doesn’t mind company relationships but when it comes to the idols, they have to be the ones to ask for it. He doesn’t want the whole company trying to flirt with them while working.” At the time you had taken her words as meaning Idol’s were off limits in general, which was the mantra you had drilled into your head from the moment you decided this was the line of work you wanted to do.

Focusing back on the present, your eyes meet Yunho’s gleeful ones, frowning further. “That’s if Seonghwa wants it, and I’m not that delusional Yunho.” Sighing you stood up, grabbing your laptop, and as if on cue finally noticed he was dressed up. “What’s the tux for?”

He deadpanned, blinking a few times before shaking his head dramatically. “Jeez, You’re almost making this too easy to tease you-”

“Yunho-” You threaten, tone dropping several octaves.

“It’s New Year’s Eve, CEO Kim is throwing a KQ New Year’s party for the staff and idols after the end of the year show- I was on my way out, looking for Hongjoong wherever he went to, when I instead find our other workaholic dear friend. Tsk Tsk.” Yunho gently tapped the tip of your nose before turning back to the door. “It’s in the company meeting hall in four hours, make sure to be there.”

He left you with a playful wink that felt more like a threat to you. However, you knew you couldn’t miss it, after all your staff had been talking about a congratulatory gift for ATEEZ for the hits on Halazia, and they insisted you be there. Sighing, you grabbed your laptop and decided to head home to get ready.

Four hours later and you originally felt as if you might have overdressed for the party but quickly realized maybe not so much. The dress you wore was long and black, with a slit up to just above the knee and a trail of embroidered gems moving from around the slit up all the way to about mid-waist. The sleeves were long, off the shoulder and a low cut bust, with similar gems lining around the wrist and the deep neckline.

The only reason you wore it was because Seonghwa had mentioned briefly how it would look good on you while the both of you were scrolling through fashion ideas with Hongjoong for the Paradigm video. Thinking back to it now, you realized you had bought it not because you respected his fashion advice (which you did), but because you wanted him to think you were beautiful, just once, the way you thought he was. Now you were realizing how stupid crazy you had fallen for a man that should’ve been off-limits.

The meeting room was packed with the KQ employees, even KQ Fellaz 2 and Seon Kim himself were there, as well as Eden and his soon-to-be wife everyone was excited to officially meet. You thought you might be safe from Yunho’s teasing, perhaps you could avoid ATEEZ all together and just enjoy the party with your fellow co-workers and friends-

As the room erupted in cheers, the prized idols of KQ arriving in the hall, you knew that wasn’t going to happen. Holding the wine glass you co-director had handed you merer moments ago, you slipped more into the back of the meeting hall, finding anyone there to mingle with. With the dozens of KQ employees it should be easy to keep yourself away from them, in particular Yunho and Seonghwa, right?

Wrong again. The party officially started nearly an hour before midnight, the national new year festivities playing on a large screen on the far side of the room for the countdown at midnight, and in that one hour you had embarrassingly run from Yunho and Seonghwa on several occasions. At one point you were beginning to think the two were looking for you on purpose, and that only had your panic rising further.

You knew, knew, running from them just made things worse- it probably encouraged Yunho to just keep continuing, but for Seonghwa you couldn’t help but notice the way his brows pulled up in obvious concern, biting down on his lip in confusion. He looked stunning as he always did, even more so now as you were now aware of just how much you found him stunning, irresistible… perfect.

You were talking to one of your staff about the congratulatory gift, discussing a time best to give it to ATEEZ, and they were asking if you would like to be the one to do it. You shook off the responsibility, instead giving the Honour to your co-director and senior who had taken you under his wing when you first got hired at KQ. Sure you were the one who did the planning, but he directed the videos, his expertise and touch giving the MV’s the final touches that made them as amazing as they were. Reluctantly the staff walked off to go speak to him, and as You sipped on your now third glass of wine, your eyes found a familiar mop of pale blonde hair, a familiar head leaning down and whispering in his ears just as your eyes locked with Seonghwa’s.

The moment his eyes widened and Yunho pulled away with a grin, you panicked once more. Five minutes to midnight, and your only instinct was to leave. The hall wasn’t safe, he would find you, so without really thinking you set the wine down and rushed out, squeezing past the other colleagues as Seonghwa called after you, almost desperately. The moment you were in the company hall, you bolted for the comfort of your office in your panic, not even thinking of leaving the building

You just forgot one damned thing: the elevator.

Just as the doors slid open, you heard him call for you, quickly closing in. You didn’t look over your shoulder, instead pushing into the elevator and hitting the button over and over to close the doors. Luck was not on your side tonight, Seonghwa slipping in just as the doors were beginning to shut, effectively locking you two in the closed space, both of you out of breath and chests heaving from the impromptu game of cat and mouse- in which you, the mouse, was now caught.

“Dammit, why did you run?” Seonghwa paced the other side of the elevator as you flattened your back against the wall behind you, trying, and failing, not to let your emotions get the better of you, your dread obvious on your face with your wide eyes and lack of color on your cheeks. It took one glance at you for Seonghwa’s expression to crumble in perhaps the most heartbreaking way possible. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You were still wrapping your head around your own emotions for this man across from you, the same emotions your own moral code and insecurities were beating up and crushing into sand beneath your feet, that you had physically taken it out on him. That wasn’t fair to him, to suffer just because you couldn’t handle the crushing realization of your love for him. “I’m sorry Hwa, I-” You looked everywhere but him, the doors opening to your floor and you stared out into the hall, ready to bolt. “You didn’t do anything, I’m just nervous…” You went to move off the elevator but he was quick to block the way, staring down at you with an unreadable gaze.

“I’m the one making you nervous though aren’t I?”

Instead of answering you stared just under his arms, fidgeting with the simple silver bracelet around your left wrist. “I need to grab something from my office Seonghwa, let me.”

“Only if I can come with you.” He wasn’t letting me escape that easily, leaving me with either the option of being stuck in my office with him, or this elevator that was perhaps going to move again soon; the constant moving was no doubt going to just make the twisting in your gut worse by the second.

So you lamented. “Fine.” A second later he was following you down the hall, around the corner and right to your office. You stepped in, debating on shutting the door in his face, but what good would that do you now? So you let him in, moving to the other side of the room where you had your bag on the small sofa there. You didn’t say a word, and would have kept it up, except when you turned back around Seonghwa was right there, his chest a few inches from yours as he muttered your name.

You looked up, feeling quite vulnerable at his closeness in such a small space, that stupid snippet of Halazia once more running through your mind as you could partly feel his breath. “I have what I want, can w-”

“Why am I making you so nervous? What did I do? Did I say something wrong? You’ve been running from me all evening, I thought I did good with Halazia so-”

“You did!” You couldn’t stand the torn expression on his face any longer, reaching up to cup his cheeks. “You did nothing wrong Hwa, you never do. For fuck’s sake I could never find a fault of yours even if I tried.”

He seemed to relax a bit at your words, leaning into the palm of your hand. “Then what did I do? Yunho said you were upset with me… over something I did in the Halazia MV.”

Dammit Yunho- I’ll get you for this later. You thought to yourself, staring up at the sullen Seonghwa. You could admit that you hated seeing him down like this, especially because of what you had done, what you were still doing. “I wasn’t upset with you, but myself-”

“Why? I thought the entire MV was amazing. You always do an amazing job-”

“As do you.” I cut him off, letting my hands drop and taking a step back, the back of my legs hitting the couch. I could hear the entirety of KQ chanting the countdown to midnight as most of South Korea were right now. “You do a little too good of a job sometimes Seonghwa, I was mesmerized to the point I was upset with myself for the thoughts I had, and I just couldn’t look at you because of it.” The admission had you shifting reluctantly, causing you to lose balance against the couch and fall back.

Seonghwa moved just as you fell, an arm wrapping around your waist and the other slamming against the back of the couch to leave you in quite the awkward position. The countdown hit the thirty second mark, and you were lighting up like a traffic light at the proximity of him, face inches from yours. His confusion and worry melted to understanding as he saw how flustered you got, squirming in his arms and bringing your sweaty palms to his chest.

“Oh- fuck-”

20 seconds.

“Hwa-” You looked up at him through your lashes, shifting in his arms but that only had you realizing your hips were pressed to his with the way he was holding you away from the couch.

15 Seconds.

He glanced at your parted lips, slowly leaning in as he muttered your name. “I want to kiss you, can I?”

10 seconds.

You could hardly believe he asked such a thing, that he would want to, but you had imagined those lips on yours far too much this day already and couldn’t deny the actual possibility, even if- you chased the thoughts off and simply nodded.

5 seconds. 4. 3. 2- and his lips were on yours, immediately slipping into a frenzy as you gave no hesitation to kiss him back; cheers from the floor beneath you were drowned out by the sounds of your heartbeat and the sweet sound he made that made your knees weak.

It was absolutely surreal to be kissing Park Seonghwa as the new year transitioned, succumbing to him rather easily as he gently sat you down, his lips still moving against yours with such a need you could feel your lips becoming quite swollen already. Your hands slipped up his suit, around his neck and then found home in his styled locks, which despite the product it still felt so soft between your fingertips. He pulled away first, only to bring his lips to your chin and then along your jaw.

“You don’t know what seeing you in this dress does to me- for starters, I picked it didn’t I? And you look even more breathtaking in it than I imagined.” He whispered each word against your skin between kisses, his breath having the same effect his lips and little bites did. To emphasize his words, he ran his hands over your sides and over the gems that hemmed your cleavage. “This in particular I wanted to cover with my lips.”

The light touch of his fingertips running against your skin just at the hem of the top had you pressing your legs together, peering down at him through lidded eyes as he kissed along your collarbone and then lower. “Hwa… we shouldn’t-”

His hand on your waist tightened immediately, lifting his gaze to meet yours as his lips pressed against the soft mound of your left breast. “Don’t give me that- You finally noticed me, I don’t want to hold back or be reasonable for tonight dammit.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his confession, hands stilling as your eyes went wide. “What do you mean finally?” Your heartbeat was nearly deafening in your own ears and yet he pressed a kiss to your flesh over it, his hand cupping under your breast and giving a slight squeeze to push it further against his lips.

“I want you, more than anything Beautiful, mind, body, and heart- and I’ve been trying to get you to notice that for over a year now.” His voice had dropped a few octaves, making his confession all the more sensual.

“But I- I’m not good enough for you Hwa, I’m not as beautiful as you think or or or amazing as you are. I’m only-” He had brought his lips up to yours, breaking off your stream of blabbering insecurities and melting you back into the cushion beneath you.

When he pulled away, both of you were a bit flushed. “No one is more beautiful to me than you, and I’m going to make sure you know that this year.”He pulled away, working on his tie as he headed for your office door and locked it, turning back to you with a darkened gaze and expression you had briefly seen in his MV’s and stages when acting; but you knew he wasn’t acting now. He looked at you with such an intense need you were clenching around nothing, already craving what he seemed to be promising. “Stand up, we need that dress off of you.”

You did as told, standing up and reaching for the zipper on the side (the only way you had managed to get it on yourself), tugging it down and over your hip with reddened cheeks. The dress itself had been too tight in the bust area for a bra but you had a feeling that Seonghwa would be delighted to know that; sure enough, as you pulled the top of the dress down to rest around your hips, his expression darkened further, tongue running over his lips in such an erotic way you were rubbing your thighs together.

“Fuck they’re even more beautiful than I imagined-” He still made time to set his suit jacket neatly over the back of your desk chair, working at the buttons on his shirt as he made his way over. “I’ll need to keep some clothes on, I hope you don’t mind darling.”

You nodded, watching him approach while you let the dress hand at your hips, instead opting to try and cover your breasts with an arm. He didn’t seem happy with that, pulling your arm to the side before grabbing your hips and pulling you closer. His lips found yours again, once more melting you under their ministrations, this time his tongue slipping between your own as if wishing to devour every sound you made; all the while he pushed your dress down further until it fell to the floor around your feet. His lips still locked in yours, breathing in every soft whimper you made, he helped you step out of the heap of cloth and then guided you back to the couch.

His shirt was hanging open when he moved his lips down, from your lips to instantly latching onto the first hardened peak of your breast, moaning against your flesh while his hand kneaded the other. Your head fell back, eyes lidded as he elicited a soft moan out of you, only urging him further as his free hand slipped between your legs and cupped your sex through your panties, a low growl reverberating through his chest at how wet you already were.

“How am I going to take my time with you when you’re already so wet Darling?” He kissed from one nipple to the other, latching on and giving it the same attention as the other, teeth scraping the hardened flesh and his tongue circling and sucking in the ways he had quickly found out you liked. “Spread them for me- good girl.” He immediately praised you as you obeyed, chuckling at the whimper you gave in response.

He truly wanted to take his time, lips devouring every inch of your flesh that his hands were not tracing to memory, rubbing you through the soft cotton of your underwear to further soak the article until even his fingers were slick from it. He moved down your body, pressing soft but heated kisses along your stomach, looking up to catch your gaze as he pressed he ran his tongue from your navel down to the hem of your underwear where he gripped it with his teeth.

Before he could pull your underwear down, your hands gripped his shoulders to stop him, chest rising and falling a bit erratically with how worked up he had gotten you already. “Y-You don’t have to do more-”

“I want to-”

“But-” He reached up and grabbed your hands, using them to help pull your underwear down and past your knees.

“But what? Use your words. Am I making you uncomfortable, or is there something else you want?” Instantly you thought of the MV at his question, at the expression he had worn with his held tilt back- part of you wanted to drive him make that particular expression, as if you were the God he was worshiping.

Seeing the way your expressions shifted, the way you bit your lip and wiggled your hips, Seonghwa smirked. “What is it you want? I’ll give you anything, do anything-” As he spoke he trailed kisses down your inner thigh while his hands pulled your underwear off completely. He moved his lips to your ankle that he lifted up, placing a soft kiss just under the strap of your heel before up your calf. “Tell me.”

“I don’t think I can be quiet the moment you touch my cunt Hwa, if I dared ask for my crazier- fantasies of you- I most certainly won’t be able to and I-” You shook your head, bringing your hands up to hide your face as if it would keep him from seeing the shame written all over it.

But he just widened his smirk, moving to your other leg and pressing a similar trail of kisses from ankle to knee and up your thigh. “If you get too loud, I’ll bury your face into the couch if need be- but that doesn’t answer my question. Beautiful, tell me what you want me to do. How do you want me to please you?” He purred the words mouth inches from your twitching lips, walls clenching around nothing at the feel of his breath. “Or would you rather I tell you how I want to please you?”

He ripped his gaze from your cunt to meet your eyes once more, your breath hitching at the question written there. At your soft nod, he pushed your legs open further, resting the back of your knees on his shoulders as his gaze lowered once more. “I want to eat you out like I’ve been a starved man and never had anything as sweet- just look at you, dripping and twitching for me, that sweet cunt begging me to drive it crazy with my tongue-” He slipped his tongue out, flattening it to his chin just to show you how long it was, his eyes soaking up your reaction to it. “-and after I have your cum covering my mouth and chin, your legs clenching around my head as your body shakes from how good of a fucking orgasm I’m going to give you, then I’m going to sit you on my lap, impale you on my cock, and watch the way you bounce until we are both so thoroughly fucked we won’t want to leave this office the rest of the year.”

You could picture it all so vividly, his breath cascading on your wet folds with each deep husky word that you were at your limit already. “Seonghwa- I want that but-”

“But what?” He growled out, expecting you to try and dissuade or stop him.

“But when I’m bouncing on your cock, I want you to- um-” With his intense gaze on you and his heavy breaths still fanning your core, you were losing your courage and focus. “The MV-”

He seemed to follow with those two words, slowly leaning in. “Which part?” He gently touched his lips to yours, fingers digging into your thighs to keep you steady as your body reacted with a jolt at the touch.

“The second chorus, when you're center… your head tossed back and that expression-” Your words cut off on a strangled moan as his lips latched around your needy clit, all other thoughts leaving your mind.

But he had enough to go on, chuckling against your bundle of nerves. “You want me to look like that? Mmm, you really are naughtier than I thought, Beautiful, but I love it.” Like a wire snapping all chatter died between the two of you as he devoured you, his skillful tongue and lips harassing your clit and running along your already swollen lips to devour every drop your cunt produced. When your hands threaded into his hair and pulled him closer, he groaned, moving one of his hands to slip two of his fingers into you and curl them, immediately looking for your sweet spot.

When the sounds you were making became louder and more incoherent thanks to the familiar coil in your stomach tightening, he reached up and covered your drooling mouth with his hand, pumping his fingers faster while his tongue worked wonders. He could feel your thighs shaking already, the clench of your walls signaling your coming release, and he brought it to fruition with a hard suck to your bundle of nerves in just the right way.

Seonghwa would later swear he had never tasted anything sweeter than your cum on his tongue, nor had he felt so damned turned on than with the way you lifted your hips to grind against his mouth for as much friction as you could get to rid out your high- which, he still devoured you through.

He pulled away, sucking his fingers clean befre setting your trembling legs down as he stood up and worked his slacks off, taking in the sight of you before him as you tried to catch your breath, chest heaving and hands gripping the couch while you watched him through hooded eyes. He swore he never saw anything more beautiful in his life, but you were thinking the same as he folded his pants and set them with his suit jacket, standing before you with only his white dress shirt unbuttoned and hanging open so you could admire him fully. His cock hard and throbbing as he made his way back to you, his chin still a bit wet with your own slick. As he sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you onto his lap and situating your legs on either side of him your breath hitched at the sight of him beneath you like this, staring up at you with such an intense array of emotions your heart hammered for an entirely new reason.

How could you deny that you loved this man so much, for so long?

You cupped his jaw with your hands, leaning down and pressing your forehead against his while his hands ran over your thighs and hips, then back down before grabbing just behind your knees and pulling you closer. He muttered your name breathlessly, closing the distance between your lips, only to hesitate as he remembered that his were covered in your filth. You didn’t care, moving the last hairsbreadth until your lips were tasting your own cum on his lips. For a small moment that's all you two did, holding each other and slowly moving closer, trembling lips so soft on the others.

“I’m so in love with you, Seonghwa.” You murmured against his lips, only to have his crashing on yours with a sudden need that had you gasping out. His grip was tighter, pulling you against him with trembling hands.

Leaving you breathless, he started pressing kisses to your shoulders, muttering your name over and over with such emotion you had to fight off tears, nearling losing the cause when he muttered “I’m so fucking in love with you too, fuck-”

Your sweet moment with him quickly heated up further, your hands running down his arms and then up his chest as his lips found your breasts once more. “Hwa- I can’t take it anymore please-” You rolled your hips, effectively dragging your lips along his shaft and coating him in your slick; he thrust his own upwards in response, sucking a bit harshly on your tit.

“Please what, baby girl?” The shift in his tone had butterflies swirling in your gut

“I need you Hwa, please-” You whined out, continuing to roll your hips and relishing in the friction, a promise of what was to come.

He hummed against your flesh, stilling your hips with his hands and then lifting you up. “Stay just like that for me then alright?”

You nodded, hands on his shoulders as you watched him reach between you, positioning his head at your entrance and then slowly lifting himself to push in. Gasping out, your hips twitched as if to slam down and take him fully, but his hand on your waist held you still. “Not yet Darling, I want to watch you take in every inch of me-” He sounded just as breathless, pushing up inch by slow inch, his nails digging into the flesh of your side as he tested his own patience, until finally he bottomed out inside you.

Neither of you moved, locking heated gazes as you reveled in the feeling of him throbbing inside you. Time felt frozen for a moment, but each second that passed by had you feeling more and more self conscious. “Hwa, please I- ah!” He cut you off with a sharp thrust upwards, sending your forward so your chest was flat against his.

“Can I grab your hair?” He breathed out against your ear, followed by another rough thrust and a deeper “Please-”

“Y-yes.” At your consent he reached up and slipped his hand into your already messed up hair; the hour you took styling it seemed to be wasted as his fingers tugged on the strands and pulled you back just enough to admire the full length of your torso. Before you had time to be self-conscious, he had you quite literally bouncing on his cock hard enough your chest bounced with each thrust. Quickly your whimpers filled the room, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin and his low grunts as he worked at a steady pace.

None of your fantasies could compare to this, could even hold a candle to Hwa’s expression as he soaked up the sight of you, bouncing on his lap, his brows pulled together slightly in concentration, biting down on his lip. His soft mutterings of how beautiful you looked like this just made the sight all the more breathtaking.

He shifted, just a bit, somehow that slight movement was all it took to have him hitting the back of your walls, that one spot that drove you crazy, which had you crying out. “Fuck-” His hand dropped from your hair, bringing one of your hands up to your mouth to cover the loud noises spilling from them. He had never heard a more beautiful sound, yet he didn’t want someone hearing you. The loud cheers from below are a gentle reminder of just where you were and that any one of your coworkers could come up here and find you impaled on Seonghwa’s cock like this.

The idea, fueled by his thumb brushing over your clit, quickly had that familiar feeling bubbling in your gut, your whimpers muffled behind your hands. It was when Seonghwa tilted his head back, letting his mouth fall open and looking up at you through his lashes with just the tip of his tongue protruding, that you quickly came undone. Your head fell back, body tensing up and spasming in his hold as he continued to thrust up into you with an erratic pace now, sounds spilling from his lips like no other you have ever heard, moans that had you seeing stars just as much as his thumb was on your overstimulated clit.

“I’m going to-” He broke off on a curse, a few more thrusts before he pulled out, twitching beneath you as his hot cum spilled all over the both of you: your stomach and thighs, his stomach and even his shirt a bit. Both hands on your hips, he pulled you flat against him, devouring the soft whimpers escaping your lips with his own in a breathless kiss.

Slowly the kiss lessened to soft little pecks, moving from your lips to your nose, both cheeks, and then settling on your forehead before his arms wrapped around you and held your head into the crook of his neck. “I love you Beautiful.”

Your chest once more warmed with his admission, tilting your head back to look up, breath catching at the pure soft look in his eyes. “Hwa… I love you too.”

“No more avoiding me okay?”

“Mmm okay.” You rested your head once more, letting out a content sigh. “Do you want to come back to my apartment with me?”

He placed a kiss to the top of your head, hands running along your exposed back in a soothing manner. “A thousand times yes, but we have a busy schedule tomorrow-”

You groaned, your hands running up his chest to wrap around his neck. “Then tomorrow night? Or when? Hwa…”

“I will as soon as I can.” He kissed you softly. “For now we should clean up and head down before one of them starts looking for us.” You nodded, knowing your presence would be much less missed than Seonghwa’s, in fact it was a miracle that no one had yet.

“Just uh, how do you expect us to clean up?” You giggled when he looked dumbfounded, looking around the room for anything. “I guess I’ll have your cum on me for the rest of the night-” Your giggles turned into full laughter at the playful growl he gave you.

“That just makes me want to cover you up with more.”

“Some other time Hwa, when I can just jump in the shower afterwards.” You patted his shoulders and pulled yourself off of him. His gaze ran along your neck and shoulders, wincing at what he saw. “What? Is it bad?”

Nodding, he stood up and ran his hands over the few marks he had unintentionally left in the heat of the moment. “You’re going to need to borrow my jacket.”

Downstairs Yunho was getting fidgety, glancing at the door as Hongjoong stood before him once more, arms crossed and once again asking what had happened to Seonghwa. “I told you, he said he left the vacuum on too long and needed to rush off and take care of it before it blew up.” He repeated the inside joke, recalling the not so discreet way Seonghwa had run after you earlier, the words “I left the vacuum on” leaving his lips in a soft mutter before very much calling after you.

They all had known Seonghwa had it down bad for you for some time, but like you, had kept it professional, despite the dozens of times Hwa would drag one of the others to talk to you because he “felt like he would melt under your smile if he was alone.”

Hongjoong had noticed Seonghwa leave just after you, so he wasn’t convinced at Yunho’s protests. “I swear if this vacuum is who I think it is, I’m scolding you both.”

Yunho gave a playful salute. “Yes sir!”

Needless to say when you both had returned, hair haphazardly fixed and you wearing Seonghwa’s jack very tightly around your body, Hongjoong and Yunho knew right away what happened. While you managed to make the excuse to leave the party and run off, Hwa had to deal with his Captain.

But Seonghwa knew he’d rather listen to Hongjoong’s scolding for an entire week then hear another one of Yunho’s vacuum puns. “So, how was the suction?”

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no what do you mean i didn't impulsively get this idea and then fuck over my sleep schedule to do it Hi :) I like music. So I did this. That's it.

This is a very quick personality like pac and the way this is going to work is, I viewed you as if you were a song (pretty straight-forward) so the questions that were asked were:

Q1: Overall Theme (Archetype & Divine Tarot) Q2: Mood of the Song (Astro Oracles) Q3: Type of lyrics (Affirmators)

This is not my normal in depth readings (even though some piles tried to be) but I hope you still enjoy it.

(Left → Right / Pile 1 → Pile 5)

Decks Used: Archetype Oracle, Tarot of the Divine, Arcana of Astrology Oracle, claves astrologicae, Affirmators!

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Pile One

Transformative songs. You let every situation you encounter fully consume you and spit you out as someone else — not completely different, but more experienced. Your songs don’t shy away from your faults, they toss they into the spotlight actually. They inspire you to create and motivate you to change, as well as to help others through tough times. Your songs can seem a bit negative, especially if you pay attention the lyrics, but they’re supposed to be comforting. They remind me of those songs that have a very soft melody while the lyrics are talking about how much of a wreck their life is, or how at the end of it all nothing matters. You spill your thoughts, they’re on full display for others to take comfort in the fact that they’re not alone with those worries or troubles. You also don’t wallow in your pain either. You’d express that it’s okay to show moments of vulnerability, and when you’re ready, you have the ability to stand up and face your fears to overcome challenges you thought you’d never overcome. You’d probably find yourself sitting in people’s motivational or safe place playlists.

(for some it’s just the tempo, for some it’s the lyrics) Songs: Catastrophe – Forever The Sickest Kids, I’m Not Okay But I Know I’m Going To Be – Raleigh Ritchie, Masterpiece Theatre I – Marianas Trench, As Good As It Gets – Set It Off, if we never met – John K, Only You – Ellie Goulding, Strangers Like Me – Phil Collins

Pile Two

Before I fully get into this, Golden by Fall Out Boy keeps standing out to me. It’s not really going to be like the rest, but it feels more like a catharsis underneath it all; like ‘I’ve ruined so many things, I’m putting on a brave face like it’s okay but it’s not’ type of deal. It’s funny too because I wasn’t done wrapping up Pile One and this pile was trying to grab my attention, and look at your cards lol. So anyway. This pile reminds me of Saucy Santana, Lizzo, or a few other specific songs that I’ve found on the BBE playlist. Very light-hearted but in your face. It also feels a bit defensive or protective of it’s own energy like some of Meg’s recent songs (I’ve only heard a snippet of some so I might be wrong). All the artists I’ve listed so far are either mainstream or they’re popular on tiktok so that’s also a vibe I guess. Overall, there’s the theme of doing what you want when you want, regardless of what people say. I can see some lyrics in there that would be seen as ‘firing back’ at others as well when there’s critique. I don’t know why this feels like a celebrity reading all of a sudden lol. It really reminds me of Lizzo though because as much as I enjoy her sometimes there’s this feeling of subtly being on the defense and being very loud about your personality and going ‘yeah I’m that bitch’ even when no one really asked. Now getting back into Golden from earlier: there will definitely be some breaks within this projection. If it’s not ‘I’ve ruined some things with how I’ve acted’, it’s a sense that your inner pain seeps through and you need to let it out, and people don’t expect that much hurt from someone who is so outwardly strong.

(for some it’s just the tempo, for some it’s the lyrics) Songs: Golden – Fall Out Boy, Material Girl – Saucy Santana, Set Off – Hey Monday, Hide&Seek – Namie Amuro, All You Wanted – Michelle Branch, Everybody Dies – Kim Petras, One Of Me (feat. Elton John) – Lil Nas X

Pile Three

Ugh, I get it parents just don’t understand. Quick note, struggled to control getting your cards. Very explosive, loud, innocent and childlike sort of. Very reflective of the cards I’m seeing, this quick pick a card is just turning into a normal one you guys. This pile is pretty straight-forward so it might be a little short. Loud in showing up for other people who come from broken homes or troubled childhoods and helping them own their own colors. Showing them that they’re not the problem, they’re not outcasts, they’re fine just the way they are. Music is loud, something to purge emotions to, but also somewhat playful sometimes. It’s reclaiming your childhood. Opening up about a shitty past and seeming like a ‘light’ for those who seek that comfort, while also showing that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel (with the bad comes the good). Coming to terms with the past through creation. There are minor similarities with Pile One but the delivery of it is vastly different.

(for some it’s just the tempo, for some it’s the lyrics) Songs: Walking Disaster – Sum 41, Pop Punk Pizza Party – Sunrise Skater Kids, Dani California – Red Hot Chili Peppers, Your Star – Evanescence, I’m Not Okay (I Promise) – My Chemical Romance, Dangerous – Set It Off, No Parallels – Hands Like Houses

Pile Four

Okay, very interesting combination of cards guys. Finally got my love song pile though. I believe there might also be a mix of just feel good songs though too, but definitely more romance songs. It feels more like pining at times, or songs that describe their ideal partner. Some of you will be in that pool, while the other group of you are in the batch of expressing how much of a catch you are. What’s interesting is that I’m not getting any songs that are in the typical mood of love. They’re all intense and grungy, or not about love period. Which I think this page of pentacles is attributing to. Aaahh it’s reminding me of Taylor Swift a bit lol. This is. Objective. It feels like a very dreamy and idealized perception of what love is, to the point of being taken advantage of. When that happens, there is a lot of aggression and vengeance that pops out because the emotions would be poured out into the song. I’m only really familiar with one song so there might be a better song but yeah. It’s essentially like, the highs are high and the lows are low. Very emotional music and can absolutely make people feel things, kind of like Lana Del Rey (I just have to trust others on that one, also don’t listen to her haha). Yeah oh my god all the music I’m getting is intense as hell lmao I was expecting some of my softer sweeter music to come through but everything so far is heavy. For songs that aren’t romantic, it’s about not growing up in a sense, like not losing your innocence or seeing the world through your pure eyes and being very adamant about it. None of that ‘nice guys finish last’ bullshit. Yes it can get you into hurtful situations, but you’d never give up that quality of yours, and you base your music around it, because part of this pile feels more of like a personality reading.

(for some it’s just the tempo, for some it’s the lyrics) Songs: Gashina – Sunmi, Afraid – The Neighbourhood, Bad Blood – Taylor Swift, Louder – Roselia, GONE, GONE / THANK YOU – Tyler, The Creator, 2 Soon – keshi, Run the Show (feat. Don Omar) – Kat DeLuna, Decided to Break It – Marianas Trench

Pile Five

Okay Aquarius. Your songs stand out in a crowd, but they’re also a reflection of you mental and emotional state. As well as your opinions on the state of the world. It’d be very easy to go back and check on where you were at in your life by cycling through your albums. I can see a lot of distinct sounds in your music. It doesn’t have to be weird or off-putting, but compared to the artists that would be within your circle (if you really belonged to one), you would definitely not blend into the background very easily. I can see your emotions not coming through so easily within your music, but your viewpoints or reactions to things? That’s immediately pinpointed, maybe even presented on a silver platter with the theme. Feeling kind of like how My Chemical Romance with their stories and themes, but specifically for you I’d say Danger Days. Not the song, but those topics specifically. I do sense that maybe your music may have impulsive reactions without the full truth which can cause some chaos, since it’s fueled by your emotions or slight insecurity (caused by constant scrutiny or criticism) — so your reaction might be a bit intense since you hold your emotions back within your music so it seems like the response is out of balance. Your music would probably be an outlet for a lot of unspoken thoughts or feelings though, hence the prominent ‘new phase and transformation’ or ‘time for clarity’ cards. Through this, you can figure yourself out and do some spring cleaning. I do feel that sometimes you might just say shit or run with rumors about you for fun because people should be able to do some research and not believe everything they hear or read, and that might cause a little bit of trouble as well. It’s like ‘oh everyone says I’m a drama queen so yeah you know what they’re absolutely right the theme for this song is that I’m 100% hard to please’ and people take you seriously lol.

(for some it’s just the tempo, for some it’s the lyrics) Songs: Courage – P!nk, Villain – Stella Jang, Creepshow – Kerli, Cyber Stockholm Syndrome – Rina Sawayama, Two Princes – Spin Doctors, Haunted House – DBMK, Too Much – Carly Rae Jepsen, Robot Rock – Daft Punk, My Own Dance – Kesha

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