#spotify wrapped inspired

[il-predestinato]

Let’s test your speed writing shall we? 😛

Hmm… my favourite number maybe? 38 🥺🧡

38. "Small Talk" by Katy Perry; pairing - lestappen (what a surprise!)

I just can't believe We went from strangers to lovers to strangers in a lifetime

So... Al, this one completely got away from me: it’s um... slightly longer than 5 sentences (2093 words apparently).

send me an ask with a number between 1 and 100 and I'll write a 5ish sentence fic inspired by that song on my 2022 wrapped playlist!

Title: One Day

Summary: The Monaco Grand Prix is cursed.

Day 37

Max always remembers. Charles always forgets.

Max remembers the address of Charles' apartment in Monte Carlo. (Charles told him on Day 5. Not too shabby, thought Max, for two people who were never friends and closer to enemies.) This time, he goes there first. The speech is well-rehearsed by now. It was a blabbering mess on Day 9, and Charles nearly tossed him off the balcony. (Day 10 was worse; Charles actually called Christian, fuck his life, and nearly called a sports psychologist before Max yeeted his phone off the balcony in desperation.) By Day 13, Max had a polished version of 'the speech'. By now, he could probably rhyme it off in his sleep. Not that it ever yielded any better results, so he abandoned this approach on Days 30 to 36. And that got him nowhere either. So back to square one.

He waits patiently for the five stages of grief to cycle past on speedrun; to give Charles some credit, despite the lack of memory retention, he did seem to get over it quicker and quicker each time. Perhaps something of each Day lingered, even if it wasn't remembrance per se.

"So it's always at Nouvelle Chicane or Le Portier?" questions Charles, hands rubbing at his temples.

Max nods, and then shakes his head. "At the Swimming Pool once," he amends. "On Day 12, I think... a crane fell on my head."

"Why was there even a crane?!" Charles groans, scandalized.

Max shrugs. He hasn't even told Charles about Day 31; a jewel thief literally ran across the race track and smashed a briefcase full of diamonds straight into Charles' helmet at 285 kph.

"So sometimes you die, and sometimes I die?" mumbles Charles with a frown.

"It doesn't matter who," confirms Max. "Then the Day restarts with my alarm going off at 7 am."

-

Day 38

"You've got to be kidding!"

Max is trying not to smile, but Charles looks absolutely petulant.

Charles glares at him. "I died at La Rascasse?" He throws both hands up in the air. "Like... how?! La Rascasse! At the hairpin?! I drive faster to the supermarket, mon dieu!"

"This time I think you took Lando with you -"

Panicked green eyes met his. "Oh, putain!" screeches Charles. "Did I kill Lando? Oh my God, oh my God. Max, please tell me I didn't -"

"Relax, mate." Max rubs both temples. Why is he always cursed to remember? "Everything resets. Lando will be fine."

"But are you sure?" insists Charles anxiously.

Max squeezes him gently on the shoulder. A little shiver runs up his arm, and he's not sure why. This wasn't exactly their first physical contact off the track. (Some Days he can remember more vividly than others; he's not quite ready to admit that the hug from Charles is the reason he remembers Day 9 more clearly than the 29 days that followed.)

"I promise," he says softly. "I got both George and Lance on Day 24, and they both came back just fine the next day."

-

Day 40

“Okay, what if we kill someone else first?”

Max is both impressed and mildly alarmed. It really didn’t take Charles all that long to make the leap from ‘wallow in despair about the unbreakable curse’ to ‘let’s move on to murder.’

“It won’t work.” He shakes his head. “Day 17. Toto and Helmut sort of decapitated each other mid-race, but the Day didn’t end until Carlos put me into the barrier.”

“Toto and Helmut did what?”

-

Day 43

"Tell me what happened yesterday."

Max freezes. The ache in his chest hasn't dulled at all.

Yesterday.

“It’s easier if I show you,” he murmurs, as he tries to ignore the sting in the corners of his eyes.

He steps closer to Charles. He hesitates.

The problem is that he has spent 42 Days with Charles, while Charles has spent none of those Days with him.

He laughs inwardly. But then again, Charles won’t remember this Day either, so what does he have to lose?

Boldness, grief, desire - seizes his chest all at once - and he gathers Charles’ face between his hands; for a fraction of a second, he realizes that Charles isn’t flinching, isn’t moving away. He kisses the soft lips, the very same ones he kissed for the first time yesterday.

Charles kisses him back. And it’s like it was yesterday again.

-

Day 61

It’s worse when he is the cause of death.

-

Day 87

No, it’s worse when Charles dies in his arms.

-

Day 90

He’s wrong again. Nothing is worse than seeing the grief in those green eyes as Max dies in his arms.

Max wants to rip at the gaping wound in his chest. Let him bleed out faster. Let it be tomorrow already.

-

Day 91

“Tell me what happened yesterday.”

Max laughs and sobs. (He sobs in joy.)

He thanks all the stars that Charles didn’t remember. That Charles never remembers.

-

Day 113

“I wish I could remember,” confesses Charles. “It doesn’t seem fair that you know so much about me, and I know almost nothing about you.” He traces his hand along Max’s exposed chest, nestling his face deeper into the crook of Max’s neck.

Max lets him explore. He selfishly loves it. There’s a certain awe in Charles’ expression that he adores, the way he “learns” (relearns) Max’s body each time.

“It’s better that you don’t,” he teases, going for levity this time. “It’s the only way I can guarantee you mind-blowing sex every time, like you’ve never experienced.”

Charles punches him lightly on the sternum. (Max smiles; it’s kinder than the mean little pinch Charles gave him on Day 99.)

“Let’s stay in bed today,” he suggests. “No racing today.”

Charles nods, pressing a feathery kiss to his collarbone. “Maybe that’s the trick.”

Max doesn’t have the heart to tell him that they already tried: Day 7, Day 21, Day 78, Days 103-109. If anything, they always died faster.

-

Day 188

“I love you,” Charles tells him.

Butterflies dance in his chest, and Max fights to maintain composure, just like he did all the previous times when Charles said those words. “You’ve only been with me for a few hours.”

“More than half a year,” corrects Charles.

Has it been that long? Max doesn’t say out loud.

He squeezes Max’s hand on their way out the door, on the way to the race track (on the way to their doom).

“Even if I don’t say it tomorrow, or the Day after that, or for a few Days,” insists Charles. “Just remember that I love you. Always. Even if I don’t remember it.”

-

Day 213

Charles dies for the fifteenth Day in a row.

Max prays to a deity that he doesn’t believe in.

-

Day 219

Charles dies for the twenty-first Day in a row.

Max curses the deity he doesn’t believe in. He vows to let the world break its fucking neck if it means he can keep Charles.

-

Day 220

He tries a different approach. He reaches for all the ugly parts of him that he once swore he would never become.

“- and that is why you will never win the Monaco Grand Prix,” he snarls at Charles, even as he feels his chest - his whole body - fracturing. He wants to bite until he bleeds and swallow his own tongue, but he ploughs on for Charles’ sake. “You will never live up to what you promised your father or Jules -”

Charles punches him. Hard.

It hurts.

He’s glad it hurts. Maybe if Charles hates him, like the universe did, maybe then - just maybe - he might live.

-

Day 224

“I didn’t mean it,” he swallows thickly. “I didn’t mean any of it -”

Charles kisses away whatever apology he was trying to form in his throat.

He can’t help but think: If Charles could remember, truly remember, he would never forgive me.

-

Day 330

Today, he doesn’t go to Charles at all.

Maybe he is the problem.

The poison that feeds this curse. He is the constant variable after all, the part of the equation that dooms them to this eternal purgatory.

-

Day 359

Charles tries to go to him.

He never accounted for that.

Max wants to open that door. Just one twist of the door knob, and Charles will be on the other side. Beautiful, kind, brave Charles. He wants -

It takes every might of his willpower to pull his hand away from the door.

-

Day 362

It’s raining. It never rains. This Day is always, unfailingly sunny.

Charles is in his arms once again, bleeding out on the pavement. The rain tries to wash the blood away. Tries to wash Charles away.

He’s crying, but Charles can’t see that, because the rain washes his tears away too.

“I should have been with you.”

All that wasted time. And for what?

He hasn’t seen Charles for twenty-two Days, but the green eyes that stare back at him are calm, even as the life behind them fades with every passing second.

“You’re with me now,” whispers Charles weakly.

“I love you,” he sobs. He doesn’t care if he’s practically a stranger to this Charles, the one dying in his arms. “I’m so sorry.”

When Charles’ eyes close at last, his face is peaceful, almost the hint of a smile tugging on his lips. A little bit of pain departs with the last breath that Max releases before his world fades to black.

-

Day 363

Charles launches a baguette at his head, and Max cannot believe the man still insists that he doesn’t possess a single iota of French ancestry.

“You abandoned me for how many days?” Charles’ accusation makes him flinch harder than the impact of the baguette on his forehead.

“Schat, I -”

Charles growls at him. “Don’t ‘schat’ me! First of all, I have no idea what that means -”

Max makes an offended noise. Charles loves his pet name, if only he could remember.

“Second of all,” continues Charles relentlessly, “I may not remember, but I felt it.”

That causes Max to fall silent.

“Oh.”

Charles sniffs, picking up the discarded baguette off the floor. “I don’t know how to explain it, but even when I don’t remember, I feel all of it. I can feel everything we went through.”

-

Day 365

Some Days are easier than others. He’s not sure which Day this one is yet. A quick, painless death after a long, beautiful day of laughter? They even made it past the actual race twice. (The first time, Charles drowned in the Monte Carlo harbour during the after party; it remains the one and only time he’s ever won the Monaco Grand Prix, which Max continues to tease him about. The second time, Daniel accidentally cracked Max’s skull with the podium champagne.) Or will it be a painful, drawn out death after a gloomy, joyless day? (Max is still embarrassed about that time he slipped on a bar of soap in the shower on Day 81, ending the Day about 15 minutes after it had started.)

Charles lays a bowl of tomato soup in front of him.

(Max once told him that he loved tomato soup. Maybe 150 Days ago. Maybe earlier than that. He mentioned it only once. Not that Charles ever remembers.)

Somehow Charles always remembers.

“So what’s the plan today?” asks Charles lightly.

The morning sun is streaming through the pearly white curtains, and a crown of light dances around Charles’ soft brown curls. A soft breeze through the open window wafts the tangy aroma of tomato soup towards him.

He takes Charles’ hand in his own and pulls him down so he can taste him on his lips.

“Just being with you,” he whispers, and his heart lightens when Charles rewards him with a dimpled smile. “If I have to live one Day over and over again, then I’m going to spend that Day with you.”

He understands now.

He thought the universe had cursed him. Had cursed them. But even a single Day with Charles was a gift. And he got to relive it over and over again. He won’t waste it again.

-

Day 366 Tomorrow

The alarm doesn’t go off at 7 am.

He only wakes up when the warm duvet is rudely snatched away from him, leaving him shivering in the crisp morning air. A pair of ice cold feet burrows their way into the warm space between his thighs, and a whiplash of messy brown hair makes his eyes sting after settling on his pillow.

-

Hope you enjoyed, @alestire

That kind of... spiralled.

[shieldherostuffs]

there are a lot of numbers between 1 and 100 ;A; how about 42

42. Don't Lose Ur Head from Six: The Musical

(Female Naofumi)

When Myne married the young King of another Kingdom, after leaving with her personal servants and assets because her mother wouldn't listen to what she needed(wanted), she thought she'd live the life of her dreams.

And it was, for the first few weeks. Riches and servants at her every disposal, a man who adored her, and a court who could do nothing against her.

Until she found out about his wife. King Motoyasu Kitamura's first wife, and the Queen, Naofumi Iwatani. It was an open secret that Queen Naofumi had been sold off by her parents to be married to Motoyasu, so her younger brother could take the throne of her former kingdom.

It was only a month after her life in the Royal Palace, that Myne found out about Motoyasu's tendencies of visiting brothels and the red districts almost every other night, if not more often.

When Motoyasu had suggested she talk to Naofumi about it when she'd confronted him about it, the two ladies went to tea in the garden together.

Naofumi told her Motoyasu had been doing that since before they even got married, and even went to spend their first night together with another lady, and over time, she just decided to ignore it.

Naofumi's position in the court is too fragile to do anything, as Motoyasu cares nothing for her, the ministers know that Motoyasu doesn't care, and everyone knows she was sold off. She has no backing outside her personal maids.

Despite this, Myne wants the position of Queen. She's petty towards her mother who chose her younger sister as heir over her, and she wants every benefit that comes with the title; riches, servants, lavishments, everything good in life.

So, she starts scheming. She butters up to the servants, ministers, and nobles, and builds herself a great reputation, while simultaneously ruining Naofumi's spreading rumors about her left, right, and center.

Months later, Naofumi's life had been basically ruined, not even able to leave the castle without being scorned and ridiculed.

The rumors had escalated the most, when a few months back, Myne had riled Naofumi up to start shouting at her when Myne threatened her with exposing that she'd been unfaithful when the Queen of Sickle, Therese Alexandrite Sickle, had been visiting for business deals.

Naofumi could do absolutely nothing to retaliate.

Now, months later, Motoyasu finally heard the escalated rumors of Naofumi supposedly beating Myne and abusing her power as Queen. Myne, with everyone on her side, including servants, the royal physician, and the ministers, had Naofumi at trial for treason.

Naofumi was thrown out of the palace together with her personal servants, two young girls saved from lives on the streets, and banned from the capital.

Myne thought it'd be smooth sailing from there.

However, it wasn't. Only a few months later, new rumors started spiraling, this time about Myne; Karma at its finest. The rumors said she was the runaway Princess of Melromarc, Malty Melromarc, who'd abandoned her Kingdom for a life of luxury and laziness, and that she was really the one who was beating and ruining the Former Queen Naofumi's life. Some even said that Queen Naofumi had taken her own life after what happened.

Now, years later, Myne is the one to be on trial for treason and infidelity, this time with actual evidence, and a much harsher sentence.

Beheading.

As she looks out over the crowd, kneeling above them, she locks eyes with a pair of familiar emerald green ones, almost hidden under a hood.

Naofumi is there, hiding and watching and Myn is about to be beheaded, and on each side of her, the King and Queen of Sickle.

Naofumi stared, slowly moving closer to the platform.

Just as the blade is about to fall, Naofumi stands in front of the platform.

A voice calls out-

"ST—"

[butchlifeguard]

i saw the women one and i have another idea

also bonus points if you tell me what song 👍

[chironshorseass]

i will forever stand by the lightning thief musical being the best pjo adaptation by a loooong shot. i’ve seen more than a few people critiquing the show for making these kids be way too serious for what they are—kids—and i’m just thinking abt how well the tlt musical writers understood the assignment!!! (and also the actors!) they’re adults playing 12 year-olds and u really forget that while watching the musical, by how well it’s written and interpreted by the actors. also the way the writers Understood the characters and their dynamics to a T…man, i still think about the good kid reprise when luke paralleled percy 😭😭😭😭 and how annabeth’s cleverness is never doubted and displayed, yet she’s also a silly girl! same with grover and percy! for example percy’s anger showing up in so many parts of the musical yet he’s always trying his best (which is why the good kid reprise works so well!) and then grover having his tree on the hill moment😭😭

back to annabeth: it really irks me how so many people fail to understand her? even her creator ???!!! truly outstanding how in the movie she’s watered down to just being the love interest who says she’s smart and the daughter of wisdom and blah blah blah yet does little to make the audience believe that, and then in the show she’s too smart, almost too perfect in everything she does. (none of the scenes have yet to show her making mistakes, like in the book). i love love love tlt musical annabeth bc she’s a girl looking for others to notice her! she wants to be seen! she wants to make her mark! she says she always has a plan yet sometimes she doesn’t! she’s still 12! she’s petty and makes mistakes and hasn’t seen the world! just goes to show which one is the superior adaptation.

anyway, tlt musical stans RISE!!!!

[sanderscat]

✨Luminary ✨

reference under cut

[inafieldofdaisies]

Spotify Wrapped 2023 | Tagged by @strafethesesinners

Okay, but I so had to include the little surprise message from my top artist, it was too adorable not to. 🥺

Tagging, @strangefable @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @florbelles @corvosattano @wrathfulrook @clicheantagonist @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @trench-rot @purplehairsecretlair @voidika @theelderhazelnut @marivenah @madparadoxum @cassietrn @adelaidedrubman @jillvalentinesday @harmonyowl @simplegenius042 @onehornedbeast @euryalex and anyone that would like to do the tag 🤍

[millylouedward]

Spotify Wrapped, but for my books <3

[cudles]

f**k this Spotify wrapped. how about I wrap you up in my arms while we listen to your fav artist/song?

[mitamicah]

Oh asks 👀👀👀👀👀👀: gimme >:3 4 / 9 / 21 / 29 / 72 :3

Hahahahaha you will receive x'D

4. Auto Jää by Antti Tuisku (feat. Käärijä)

9. Viulunkieli by Käärijä

21. Klo23 by Käärijä

29. ROCK ROCK by Käärijä

72. Grace Kelly by MIKA

[stardustbee]

Spotify Warpped 2023

Thanks for the tag @marivenah and @oh-three and if I forgot someone...sorry 💖

What a surprise seeing Ramin on number one after listening to the HOTD and GOT soundtrack in an endless rotation lol.

Translation for the one on the bottom right cause I was to stupid to get it in english:

When you stream, you sometimes like it a bit...dark. You listen to more emotional, atmospheric music than most.

NPT

@eloquentmoon @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @justalittletomato @herbalinz-of-yesteryear @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @gran-maul-seizure @astarionslittletreat

[il-predestinato]

If you’re open to doing another one-shot, I’d want you to pick your favourite song right now, whichever one that might be!

If you must have a number then 2 please, in honour of Charles’ second place in the WDC 😍

Work your magic however you desire! 🤩

#2. "Always Remember Us This Way" by Lady Gaga

When the sun goes down And the band won't play I'll always remember us this way When you look at me And the whole world fades I'll always remember us this way

send me an ask with a number between 1 and 100 and I’ll write a 5ish sentence fic inspired by that song on my 2022 wrapped playlist!

So here it is after some delay! Sitting through a boring hospital IT meeting on my birthday inspired me to write a birthday Lestappen blurb (word count: 618).

Max blinked the bathwater out of his eyes. He turned to squint at Charles (due to irritation from the soap more than actual annoyance) and made a plaintive noise.

"You won on my birthday weekend too," he pouted, before turning away so that Charles can resume his ministrations.

The fingers massaging his wet hair paused, and Charles emitted an unimpressed grunt. "And you won on my actual birthday," retorted the Monegasque. "Also, your birthday was on a Friday." He migrated lower and started working his fingers through the stiff muscles of Max's lower neck. "I won on October 2, which last I checked was not your birthday."

Max rolled his eyes, but the skilled hands working through the knot in his neck made it difficult for him suppress a soft moan of satisfaction. He couldn't see Charles, but he could definitely feel the smug little smirk pressed into his soap-laden hair. "Fine," he half-whined, half-grumbled. "So how should I make it up to you?"

Charles pressed his lips fleetingly to his ear, and it sent a shiver straight down his spine. Maybe the bathwater was getting cold.

"Austria 2019," said Charles sweetly. He rubbed circles into Max's skull; he knew all the pleasure points on his body. Eyes fluttering shut, Max groaned and sank like soft putty into his chest. "Admit that your move was illegal and I should have won."

The body pressed flush against him suddenly went still. Max whipped around so quickly that a generous splash of bathwater landed on the marble floor with a satisfying echo. Outraged blue eyes met insolent green ones.

They stared at each other for a few seconds, neither willing to concede first. They've had angry wall sex between motorhomes after the very same Austria 2019 in question, but even that tension would have found stiff competition with the stifling ambience of the present. For a moment, anyway.

Then Max burst out laughing. "Sure," he baited. He liked this position better - he can see Charles; his eyes followed a few bubbles of soap as they slipped down the freckled nose and found the crevice in one of Charles' dimples. "As soon as you admit that the 2012 incident was on you."

Sometimes, not that he would ever admit it, Max had this irrational fear that his memory would fail to do Charles justice - that in ten or fifteen years, it would fail to repaint this next moment with all of its vivid splendour: Charles reached forward to touch his face - the skin in his fingertips slightly wrinkled from their prolonged bath, his bright eyes autumn-stained by the sunset peeking through the frosted glass window - and tilted Max's jaw so that their lips hovered mere millimetres from each other. The tip of his freckled nose bumped against Max's, and that drew a light snicker from Charles. He dipped forward and placed a nipping kiss on Max's lower lip.

"Never," he declared.

Max didn't need a mirror to know that the wide grin sprawled across Charles' face was a reflection of his own. He wondered if Charles was thinking what he was thinking: let me ruin all of your birthdays in the future... only if you promise to ruin all of mine.

Then maybe it wouldn't matter if Max failed to remember every detail of this one. It wouldn't matter if he couldn't remember that the bathroom tiles were teal, or that the song playing in the background was from that Bradley Cooper film he hated (because what did the writers have against a happy ending anyway?), or the way Charles' untamed wet hair tickled his cheek. He would always have the next one. And the one after that.

"Happy birthday, demon."

-

😘 I think it's embarrassing how many times I've listened to this song, but I'm with Max in terms of our inability to tolerate sad endings.

[shieldherostuffs]

Spotify Wrapped n.18

18. Honey, I'm good by Andy Grammer (@roaringbeardragon)

The bar was relatively crowded as music played through the speakers, and people chatted with whoever they were there with, drinking and having fun.

Except for L'Arc, who was sitting alone at the counter on a high stool, sipping a glass of beer, waiting. He, Naofumi, and Therese had agreed to meet up for their four-year dating anniversary, and L'Arc had gone over right after work. But, Naofumi and Therese were running late because of traffic.

(The two velvet boxes in his inner jacket pockets felt like they were burning through the fabric)

"Hey handsome, what're you doing here all alone?" A voice called behind L'Arc

"Uh, waiting?" L'Arc answered, confused

"Aw, did you get stood up?" The lady asked, taking a seat beside L'Arc, her short dress riding up even further on her thighs, not that L'Arc even cared.

"No, they're just late-"

"Sounds like an excuse to stand you up. Such a handsome guy, here, let me help you feel better." She interrupted him, waving over the bartender, and ordering some sugary-looking drink for both of them

"No thanks-"

"Aw, come on handsome."

"No, Miss, I'm not getting stood up. They're late because of traffic and it's our four-year anniversary today." L'Arc explained with a sigh, pushing to drink in front of him toward her

The lady stared for a few seconds, before taking a quick glance at L'Arc's hands before his eyes widened.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry." She looked genuinely apologetic

"It's fine, maybe just listen to people before assuming next time," L'Arc told her, exasperated

"Sorry," She smiled sheepishly

They sat in silence for a few moments, before the lady spoke up again,

"If I can ask, got anything special planned for tonight then since it's your anniversary?" She asked

"It's fine. Yeah, I'm actually planning on proposing." L'Arc told her

"Oh! Good luck then! What are they like?" She looks intrigued

That one question made L'Arc grow a lovesick smile on his face, as he started gushing about his two loves.

As he talked, the Lady had a specific look on her face as she listened, and a single thought in her mind.

'This guy is so gone. Whoever those are, they're fucking lucky.'

Minutes later, two people entered the bar, quickly looking it over, before booking it to the bar.

"L'Arc!" Two voices shouted, smiles on their faces

"Nao! Therese!" L'Arc smiles back, standing to hug the two close

As they did so, the lady got up from her seat to leave the three alone, giving L'Arc and thumbs up over the two's shoulders, which he smiled back at.

[chirpsythismorning]

Bizarre Love Triangle’s number 1 fan

[roxy206]

I was so excited about Spotify Wrapped this morning that I sent a message in our company wide chat saying happy Spotify Wrapped day to those who celebrate & then the only person who replied was our president who goes I didn’t know what this is but I Googled it lol thanks

[t-lostinworlds]

i mean it's the same thing every year tbh