#Spotify wrapped drabbles

[harley-sunday]

55

Spotify wrapped 2022 drabbles  - where you send me a number from 1 - 100 and I’ll write a 5-sentence drabble based on that song in my Spotify Wrapped list.

# 55 Shield - Angelina Jordan Pairing: Carlos Sainz jr x reader Warnings: mentions of a miscarriage AN: I chose hurt/angst and regret nothing.

“Please be my shield against all that's blue Love me and lead me and I’ll carry through Keep me from danger, don’t leave me too soon Forgive me for all that I am”  

“I love you.”

You hear the words but don’t really listen, don’t allow them to land so they’re forever floating in the infinite space between where you are sitting in the corner of the couch, knees pulled up and hugging them to your chest tightly, trying to come to grasp with this new reality where you’re no longer becoming a mother and you’ve denied him the opportunity of being a dad, and where he’s sitting on the coffee table, wrists resting on his knees, wringing his hands as if to keep from making any sudden movements, like you’re a wounded animal he tries to gain the trust of. 

Maybe you are. 

“I love you,” he says again, a little louder this time, confidence and conviction seeping through every word, like it’s inevitable. Like it’s enough. 

Maybe it is. 

#Harley answers asks #Spotify wrapped drabbles #Carlos Sainz jr x reader #F1 drabble #Harley Sunday x Carlos Sainz jr

[bidoofenergy]

Spotify wrapped—lucky number 7, Jimmy?

boy band au anyone? (writing based off my top 100 songs)

The energy of the music, the crowd, is so strong it's a physical thing, carrying Jimmy to the front of the stage. He's bouncing, swaying to the beat and Joel and Grian's singing. Hands reach out for him, not grabbing, just brushing against him, eager for the chance to touch even a part of him. He crouches down and leans over, both hands out to reach as many people as possible.

And then the chorus kicks in and he's up and jumping, grinning as he shouts his ad-libs. Joel barrels into him, throwing an arm around him so they can both shout into Jimmy's microphone.

It's incredible. Jimmy gets to make music—music he likes—for a crowd, no matter how small, that likes it too, likes him too. And—Grian crashes into his other side—he gets to do it with people he loves.

#life series #limited life #jimmy solidarity #solidaritygaming #i love this song!! absolutely fucks #baronetcoins #my fic #spotify wrapped drabbles

[theresthesnitch]

New Spotify Wrapped game just dropped!

Send me a pairing + a number, and I'll write you a drabble inspired by that number on my Spotify Wrapped list!

I'll try to get them out between now and the end of the year.

#Spotify Wrapped drabbles #send me asks! #let's goooooooooo #this'll be interesting

[ironstrangle]

Spotify Drabbles #1

just girly things | kate x yelena | pink rover by scene queen | cw: sexual harassment

Write a drabble for each one of your Spotify wrapped songs. For bonus points, keep the drabble limited to 101 words for the 101 songs on the list. 

When he touched Kate, Yelena saw red. Oh no, he was a dead man. She grabbed for the knife at her thigh, but she never got a chance to do more than draw it. By the time it was out, he was on the floor, Kate Bishop’s boot pressed to his chest.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I didn’t mean anything but it,” he choked out. “I just...” 

“Groped a woman without her consent,” Kate filled in. “I’m gonna let you go this time, but next time you fuck with the wrong girl, she might get angry.” 

Yelena was enamored beyond belief. 

#kate x yelena #yelena x kate #spotify wrapped drabbles #kateyelena #yelenakate #yelena belova #kate bishop

[jayflrt]

𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒 13. banned in the name of love

the performance in question (recorded by kim sunoo):

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SUMMARY ▸ in which you work at the starbucks where heeseung is a regular at (and considered a public enemy). also he only goes when he’s stoned off his ass.

#i fear the diamonds plankton ai cover might be in my spotify wrapped this year guys #enhypen #enhypen smau #heeseung fluff #heeseung smau #enhypen imagines #heeseung imagines #lee heeseung #enhypen social media au #heeseung x reader #enhypen scenarios #heeseung scenarios #enhypen reactions #heeseung reactions #enhypen drabbles #heeseung drabbles

[stevesbipanic]

You can't tell me that Eddie doesn't get very protective of his Spotify wrapped. He posts it everywhere and let's everyone know how "superior" his listening tastes are. That is, until one year when he's pining over a certain jock. Suddenly, Eddie is very bashful about showing his Spotify Wrapped.

"Edward Munson, is that Tears for Fears as your Top Artist this year? 11000 mins listening to them?"

"Shut up, it got me you didn't it?"

"Yes, yes it did."

#modern steddie #spotify wrapped #stranger things #steve harrington #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #st4 #steddie #stranger things season 4 #drabble

[serafilms]

song 1! ditto (newjeans) + na jaemin (spotify wrapped event)

i want you so, want you, so say it ditto

Today is the day. You’re going to do it. As you walk up to the school, you pass your friends. They give you firm pats on the shoulder and encouraging words. You clutch the envelope in your hand, basking in their praise and admiration of your courage.

“You’re so brave,” says one.

“You got this!” says another.

“Yes, I know,” you say to them. “Thank you.”

Your stomach flutters in a way that is only slightly uncomfortable and you swallow your nerves and go on.

“Good luck!” they all call.

Today is the day you confess to Na Jaemin.

It rained yesterday, leaving a nice sheen on the pavement and the grass from where the sunlight hit them. A few clouds linger in the sky, but are too weak to cross and overshadow the sun.

During yesterday’s rain is when you made the decision to confess. You’ve liked Jaemin for god knows how many months now. He’s always been nice to you (a little nicer than is necessary for just a friend, you think hopefully), he’s cute, smart and a little strange and you like him so much.

You remembered vaguely something from English class about rain representing baptism — a fresh start. As you wrote the letter clutched in your hand, you hoped it was a good omen.

I like you, Na Jaemin, you wrote. I don’t want to stay in the middle or be stuck in this maze anymore. Please tell me how you feel.

The autumn chill vanishes as you step through the doors of the school and make your way to where you know his locker is. He’s not there, but Lee Donghyuck is.

“Hey, Y/N.”

You smile politely, “Hey, Donghyuck. How are you?”

“I’m great,” he says, and starts rambling on about some achievement he hit in a video game. You listen and react appropriately, but your heart’s not really in the conversation and he can tell so he asks, “So did you need anything?”

“Yeah actually, I was wondering where Jaemin is?” You feel your cheeks warm when he looks at you knowingly but strive to fight through it.

“Well,” he beams and claps his hands together, “you’re in luck! He’s headed this way.”

You whip your head around to assess his claim and find that Jaemin is, in fact, walking straight towards you both. When you turn back to look at Donghyuck, he’s already taking off down the hallway.

“Hi,” Jaemin says cheerfully, “What’s up?”

Nothing comes out when you open your mouth to speak, so instead you thrust out your hands and bow your head, holding out the letter.

He takes it carefully and is about to tear it open when you stop him. “Wait! Open it after school, please.”

Your embarrassed demeanour offers him enough explanation so he nods and tucks it into his bag. You offer a smile and then speed walk away. “Bye Jaemin!”

There, you think, I did it. No holding back.

As you lay in bed the same night, you hear your phone buzz from the side. It’s a text from Jaemin. Theres a photo of a letter, a love letter, presumably written by himself.

Accompanying the photo is one word.

Ditto.

requested by @amoonlght

sorry if this wasn’t what u wanted but i just chose a member!! feel free to request again if u want something else :)

and we all cheered!!! my top listened song this year 🫶 thanks newjeans for this masterpiece

#nct dream x reader #nct dream imagines #na jaemin x reader #jaemin x reader #na jaemin #jaemin #nct dream #nct dream drabbles #written works ! #nct dream imagine #2023 spotify wrapped event !

[hopefulromances]

1k Celebration Spotify Wrapped Game!!

Hey besties! So Ik I've been a little absent here so I wanted to try out a little game!

Send me a number between 1-100, one of the names or ships from the list below and I'll write a little blurb/headcannons/ficlet based on the corresponding song!

I'm cleaning my room today so I'll be writing later tonight so make sure to get your requests in before 5 PST if you want a chance.

As always, a request does not guarantee a response, I will do my best to respond to as many as possible!

Reader Insert Names

Jamie Tartt

Roy Kent

Sam Obisanya

Keeley Jones

Colin Hughes

Ships

Royjamie

Roykeeley

Royjamiekeeley

(You can always send me a name not listed and I'll lyk if I'll write it)

#Hopefulromances 1k Celebration #Spotify Wrapped Game #drabbles #blurbs #headcannons #Jamie Tartt #Roy Kent #Sam Obisanya #Keeley Jones #Colin Hughes #Royjamie #Roykeeley #Royjamiekeeley #roy x keeley #jamie tartt x reader #roy kent x reader #Sam obisanya x reader #Keeley jones x reader #colin hughes x reader #roy x jamie #roy x jamie x keeley #ted lasso show #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso imagines #ted lasso

[aringofsalt]

56!

(+ steddie, mentioned in another ask)

thank you!!! this one was fun haha i hope you enjoy 💕

56 | FALL OUT BOY - THE PINK SEASHELL

So I take pleasure in the detail, you know

It starts small.

It may even start before he notices it.

The first one he notices is a tiny wooden baseball bat on a keychain. It’s not something he would’ve bought for himself; it’s definitely not something his parents would’ve bought for him, or themselves. It’s sitting on his dresser, behind a crumpled-up shirt that had been there for longer than he cared to admit, and under it is a little post-it note that just says YOURS IS COOLER in scratchy block letters.

The handwriting isn’t Robin’s, or Dustin’s, or Nancy’s; and that’s pretty much the end of the list of people whose handwriting Steve knows by heart, so he shrugs, sticks the note to his mirror, and pockets the keychain.

He puts it on his keys the next morning, and it makes him smile every time he sees it.

The little gifts continue, and they don’t always have notes. There’s a little silver thimble one day the following week, with a single yellow flower bud in it; the following morning there’s a chocolate bar left on his windshield with a note that just says EAT UP. He finds a little pink seashell sitting on his windowsill one evening, practically glowing in the sunset. Another week passes and he’s cleaning up a few hours after a D&D session to find one of their little painted minis. This in itself isn’t weird, but this one has SIR STEVE scrawled on the bottom, and it’s a clearly heroic figure wielding a mace—thanks, Dustin, for the vocabulary—and posed like he’s rushing into danger. It has a more than passing resemblance to him, too, the hair and the eyes, and the armour painted in Hawkins green and gold. This trinket, more than any of the previous ones, gives him a hint to who may be leaving the little gifts, and he hopes he’s right as he jumps in the car, figurine still clutched in his hand.

He drives straight to Eddie’s.

It’s getting dark by the time he gets there, Eddie’s porch light a beacon in the night. The door swings open as he’s setting foot on the stairs, Eddie stepping out to lean casually on the doorframe.

“Sir Steve! To what do I owe the honour of your presence?”

“Well, funny you should mention Sir Steve,” he said, holding up the mini. Eddie stared at it, then snapped his eyes back to Steve’s.

“Um, look, I’m sorry, that’s probably weird, I can get rid of it—”

“Dude, no, if you think I’m giving this up you’re crazy,” Steve laughs. “I love it. But. It was you, leaving the other stuff too, wasn’t it?”

“Yeee-eees?” Eddie drawls out, clearly unsure what reaction he should be having. Steve can practically see the mental battle he’s having over whether to apologise again or turn it into a big joke.

“I liked the seashell,” he blurts out, before Eddie’s expression can fall any further. “I mean, I liked all of them, drove me nuts trying to recognise the handwriting, but. They were all pretty cool. I just… I just don’t get why.” He takes a step forward, emboldened when Eddie doesn’t step back. Why did you do something so nice for me is what’s flying through his head, unsaid, but he can tell Eddie sees the question anyway.

“Because you deserve it,” Eddie tells him quietly. “It’s something stupid my dad used to do for my mom when I was a kid. He always said that life is meaningless anyway, you know, you should take pleasure in little things. He’d find the most random things that made him think of her and leave them around the house for her to find. And you always do stuff for other people so,” he shrugs, “I wanted to do something for you.”

“Oh,” Steve breathes. Eddie grins back, then holds up a finger.

“Hold on, I had the next thing already, may as well give it to you in person now.”

He disappears down the hall, leaving Steve to his own devices for a minute, the sounds of clattering and shuffling papers and muttered curses flying as he searches. It only takes him a moment and then he’s back, holding a fist out, dropping the object into Steve’s waiting palm.

It’s a guitar pick, the twin of the one Eddie always wears around his neck, but instead of red and black, the one in Steve’s hand is swirled in yellow and white. Eddie’s fingers linger, tracing the contours of the pick and brushing Steve’s skin.

Steve closes his own fingers, trapping Eddie’s hand in his, smiling when the other man blinks owlishly in surprise.

“Thank you,” he says quietly. “It’s perfect.”

—

send me a number 1-100 and a character/ship and i’ll write you a mini fic 💕 original post

#asked and answered #auroraplume #steddie #spotify wrapped drabble challenge 2023 #sarah writes #steddie fic #i am struggling with a couple of these but i'm getting through them damnit

[aidanchaser]

Hi! Hope you're well :)

For the Spotify wrapped can I ask for 26 please and thank you <3

(and Jily if you fancy)

eeee i was hoping someone would ask for jily. i've officially hit like all my main otps now!

Come rest your bones next to me And toss all your thoughts to the sea

He collapsed into the couch beside her, nearly spilling his drink onto them both. It looked like butterbeer, but as he leaned into her, it smelled stronger.

"We made it through N.E.W.T.s," he said with a sigh.

His relief, however, was not shared. Her heart ached with the unknown that loomed before them both.

His eyes drifted towards hers, then down to her lips. He leaned in for a kiss, but she turned her head. He caught the corner of her mouth.

"Evans?"

She thumbed the lip of her cup. "So what now, James?"

"Anything, long as it's with you."

Oh, oh, oh, don't leave me to breathe Don't leave me to bleed --My Heart is Buried in Venice, Ricky Montgomery

Send me a # 1-100 and I'll send you a 100 word drabble using my top 100 spotify songs

#jily #spotify wrapped drabble #emeralddoeadeer #chitchat #writing #hp

[oknowkiss]

I said I was going to do this last year and then I didn’t, but maybe this year will be different lol

Send me a number between 1 - 100 and I’ll write you a 100 word drabble based on that song.

If you’d like to select a pairing that isn’t drarry you’re welcome to. I’ll write the below pairings:

- drarry

- dron

- dronarry

- plantseeker (harry/neville)

- lunarry

- pots and pans (harry/pansy)

- renga (sk8)

- kenhina (hq)

- kagehina (hq)

#writing game #spotify wrapped #wrapped drabbles #harry potter #drarry

[harley-sunday]

10

Spotify wrapped 2022 drabbles  - where you send me a number from 1 - 100 and I’ll write a 5-sentence drabble based on that song in my Spotify Wrapped list. .

# 10 Pressure (ft Tove Lo) - Martin Garrix Pairing: Pierre Gasly x reader Warnings: NSFW AN: Spicy Pierre

“Crave you back with me Pretend I'll be good”

“Pierre-” It comes out in both a prayer and a curse, his name rolling off the tip of your tongue so desperate you can almost taste it.

He hums against your clit, all teeth and tongue while he pumps two fingers into you, knowing you’re on borrowed time and so he picks up his pace, eager to give you the high you’ve been chasing for the past five minutes or so. He bites down then, ever so gently, and curls his fingers just right and it’s enough to send you over the edge, grinding against him as he laps up your juices. 

You’re not sure how long it takes you to ride out your orgasm but in the end it’s a knock on the door of his drivers room that pulls you out of your blissful state and back into the real world, letting out a quiet whimper when Pierre licks through your folds one last time before he pulls away. 

When he stands up there’s a wicked grin playing on his lips and he leans in then, lips ghosting over yours before he licks into your mouth, making you taste yourself on his tongue until he steps back and shoots you a wink, “Keep yourself wet for me, ma chatte. I’ll see you after the press conference.”

You do as you’re told, of course you do, and so you sneak your hand down just as he zips up his race suit and steps into the garage, your fingers sliding through your folds with ease from the way he’s left you absolutely wrecked.

#Harley answers asks #Spotify wrapped drabbles #Pierre Gasly x reader #F1 drabble #Harley Sunday x Pierre Gasly #If it's a driver's number I'll try to use that driver for the drabble #but if you have someone specific in mind #just add them to the ask

[bidoofenergy]

28 for the spotify drabble!

post-canon drabble for you! i love the polar boys, was very sad to hear theyre on hiatus.

Sometimes—most of the time—it’s too much, like there's way too much wrong and nothing Alex can do about it. For a long time, way too long, this would be when he picked up his phone and picked a fight on Twitter—found a pundit to argue with and bait into saying something racist.

It never was satisfying. It never fixed things.

But now, things are different. When things are overwhelming, he goes down to the shelter. Maybe he'll never take over the world and make it perfect, but he can sit across from a scared teenager and make their life better.

#rwrb #14carrotghoul #spotify wrapped drabbles #my fic #alexander claremont diaz

[zhongliologist]

Hello!! I'd like to send in a request for the writing challenge. I'd like to request a drabble for Alhaitham, and since today's my grandmother's 70th birthday, let's go with the number 70! No specific requests, feel free to take any and all creative liberties with this one! I like surprises. I've been following you for some time now, and think your writing is wonderful, so I'm excited to see what you come up with!!

Hope you have a great day!

(Hi! Thank you so much for supporting this blog and liking my work!! Hm idk if Al-haitham here is a little ooc but whever skskskks hope you like it! I recommend listening to the Korean version as well!)

Al-haitham + Fallin' Flower by SEVENTEEN

It was that time of the year again where flowers bloom amidst the lush green of Sumeru’s forest, like life beginning anew; like love blooming earnestly.

Al-haitham paced in his study, tasked with the job of sorting out old books and journals which have collected dust over the past two years. Some will be placed in the dedicated library of his home, while some will be donated to the House of Daena, usually those which have higher value to scholars.

As for the journals, he once thought it would be useful to have a handy notebook whenever he needed it, but now, it had become quite an obsession. Writing his thoughts in a journal seemed to clear Al-haitham’s mind, and he would just write whatever and whenever, often in various scripts and languages he was fluent in.

Picking up a tattered dark green notebook, Al-haitham pulled it open. It reminded him of the time he has to go to Liyue for a business trip; a time where your relationship were still tiny buds emerging from a branch.

Entry #57

I discussed various things with her again. It was fascinating, to say the least.

She said to me, “What a mind.” Not that no one has ever said that to me before, but why is it different with her?

Perhaps I would calm down once I return home. Out of sight, out of mind.

Entry #59

I told her I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning.

She only smiled to me—a smile that hurts more because it’s beautiful.

Like a heart filled with sadness.

But even so, it’s better this way. No one reaches their hand for falling petals.

Al-haitham closed the journal and placed it in a box on the foot of the table. There was a time when he thought it was the last time he would see you, and he had even resolved himself to that eventuality. Yet, the ultimate truth—fate, liked to play hooky with him in times and places he was the least prepared, much to his chagrin.

He found it, the red journal he was writing on a little later on. Opening it to an entry he remembered writing, he continued reminiscing.

Entry #12

I had thought I’d once again return to my peaceful life as the Grand Scribe, yet I am only confronted with complicated emotions. Going about this rationally; trying to overthink my way out of my feelings remain futile. What is it that makes her special anyway? Why am I feeling this way in the first place? I don’t want to admit it but…

In the end. I simply miss her.

I fly scattered in the wind, drifting away, where will I end up falling?

Entry #22

How hilarious this must be for fate.

For her to appear like this in Sumeru City. What are the chances? I could only laugh at the circumstances.

But then again, who could stop me from seeing her again? This isn’t how it should be. But maybe it’s true that somehow, you change unexpectedly for a person.

Al-haitham chuckled at his stubborn indignation from a year before. “Soon you’ll see that you have already fallen into the trap long before you realized you were in it.” Flipping a few pages forward, the dates change as well as the seasons. From the unbearable summer heat, to the leaves finally getting drenched in light rain, you had already taken root in Al-haitham’s heart.

Entry # 67

I sit here in my office facing this blank page before me. Even though there are numerous words which swirl in my head, I cannot fathom where I begin or end.

It had taken me a few days to reconcile with myself. It is either I be honest or I’ll lose her forever. The wound in my pride, that I can bear but losing her is a thought that is difficult to imagine. Perhaps the Lesser Lord was right, I already have the answers I seek. I just need to face what those answers entail.

I have never thought I would want to fall for someone. I was living in the moment. My life was alright here in Sumeru—my job as the grand Scribe, my peaceful nights reading. I thought that was enough for me. That is, until I met her.

There I realized that everything had a reason after all. This world to me now means more than what I had thought, I came to know that.

Entry #79

In my heart, a flower has bloomed.

It may not be me to say such things, yet I cannot withhold myself. After meeting her, I now understood what Kaveh was fighting for. This love, this romance which grasped even me who was drifting in the wind. The place where my fallen heart has reached is definitely the happiest place in the world. With her, even my dim future becomes clearer as time goes by.

I want to be with her.

I realized that just now.

Entry #89

To you,

It is the time when flowers bloom and fall, our wounds heal and you bloom. We are now living our first and the last, so I will treasure you for all my days. You have truly loved me, a scattered petal in the wind, and I have come to love you too.

Al-haitham offered a small gentle smile at his final account, remembering the day when flowers fell upon you; your smile radiating like the sun. He had no words left to describe how he felt at that time. It was a feeling which needed to be experienced to be understood.

“Al-haitham? What are you doing?”

Your voice rang through the doorway of his study, curious at how his gaze has softened at you. It was not every day that the ever-serious man would give you that look. Surely, there was a reason for it.

“Oh, just reading something interesting,” he replied, smiling gently. “But you know, I’m truly glad to have you in my life.”

You leaned your head to the side, intrigued by his sudden honestly. “Huh? What’s that all about?”

The man only hummed mischievously and continued with his reading. “Oh it’s nothing.”

Spotify Wrapped Drabble Challenge is still open!

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact fanfic #spotify wrapped 2022 drabble challenge

[sunofaraven]

I WOULD TAKE A DRABBLE YES

Uhmm for numbers... 4 and/or 87 (dont ask) (numbers mean things to me lol)

I want you to take a guess what character Imma say

Have you guessed yet?

It's her <3

Through and Through I’ve Come Undone

Gem had never been red before.

But as the book sat heavy in her hands, she could feel the bloodlust in her throat.

Boogeyman.

Gem knew the word and the associated fear, so she warned Scott and Impulse, interrupting their laughter. “Don’t come near me.”

There was already a resistance in her bones as she walked away. They’d have to die before the day was through—it would practically be a mercy killing to do it now.

Not killing didn’t occur to her. The haze was already thick at the edges of her vision—eyes bloodshot and hands shaking.

Am I a good ally?

Gem didn’t know. All she knew was that she needed blood on her sword.

She was only yellow, but the curse would paint her in red by the time the sun set.

And to be honest, Gem liked the way it felt.

They want a show? I’ll give Them a show.

#This was a REALLY hard song to make fit Gem #But I started thinking about what it would feel like to get the boogeyman curse before you've even been red before #secret life episode 7 seemed like the answer haha #geminislay #short fic #geminitay #secret life smp #secret life smp spoilers #kinda #spotify wrapped drabble #if you want one just ask! #you can also request more than one haha #also this is song 4 because 87 has no lyrics

[runawaymun]

help i'm already so tired and I still have a social thing tonight and a dog to walk and no time to nap

#i really cannot express how much i regret holiday-haze me saying yes to another thing #especially when that thing has pre-paid tickets #anyway sorry to everyone waiting on spotify wrapped drabbles i'm EXHAUSTED