#Spotify Wrapped December 2022

[aromantisk-fagforening]

Low-key forgot I was doing this, this is literally 10 days late, but

Spotify Wrapped December 12.

[there's more in reblogs]

[lilac-lists]

december 22 - highlights

Still into You - Paramore CLASSY - CLASS:y Sentimental - GRAACE La Vie En Rose - IZ*ONE Honeydew - Small Talks Wild Flower (feat. youngjeen) - RM Boys - Hippo Campus blind - ROLE MODEL self sabotage - Lexie Jayde Even If She Falls - blink-182

[kink-tomato]

Just know if you post a Spotify wrapped image that exceeds 525,600 minutes the theater kid in me is Judging You

[1mpr3ttywh3n1cry]

Lana >>>> anything else

[spicymayonaisse]

[rich-gyal-ree]

[11th-antagonist]

WELCOME TO DECEMBER!!!

We have:

Christmas!!

Snow! (and blizzards, but dont worry about them)

a lot of people cumming after no nut november

It is now legal to play “All I Want for Christmas is You” by Mariah Carey.

Christmas trees that you already bought because they have been on sale SINCE FUCKING OCTOBER

Spotify Wrapped! (wait what do you mean there are people who dont have spotify)

a bunch of holidays other than christmas but people dont care about them

And a shit ton of other stuff that i dont care enough to add here. Be free to add to this list.

[castielssuperhell]

girl what do these even mean?

[bambinabina]

these results were achieved by listening to the same songs on repeat until I ran them to the ground

[aromantisk-fagforening]

Spotify Wrapped 9. December

[smallconducter]

Its that time of the year again...

[astrxealis]

i feel like i slept the whole day yesterday T___T

[myfalsedevotion]

[foone]

I don't use Spotify but Google music does a similar thing to Spotify wrapped and I just have to say that I shouldn't be held responsible for the contents of my 2022 wrap up considering I started on estrogen in December of 2021 and apparently one of the many effects was to make me way more into pop music because I'm a bit ol' stereotype!

Also, rude, calendar.

[gimmethatagustd]

Alright motherfucker give me Yoongi or Jimin for Spotify wrapped drabbles and give me number 7. If 7 is taken, I will take 17, 70 or 77 🤪

Sometimes I resent God, asking why he made me live a life like this / What I’m doing, and if I love music at all / Sometimes I ask myself again, ‘if it’s possible to go back / Will you go back?’ Well, I’ll have to think more about that

» pairing: jimin x f!reader

» genre: BTS | 18+ | drabble | established relationship | (very light) smut | fluff | lil bit of angst

» wc/date: 1k | December 2022

» warnings: alcohol | an attempt at sex lol | "go home jimin you're drunk" | self-esteem issues

» masterlist | AO3 | send me ur thots 👅

» notes: i made the mistake of writing this high so i'm sorry if it doesn't make sense 😬

[TaeTae] y did u let jm buy 100k whiskey

[You] what

[TaeTae] ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLAR WHISKEY

[TaeTae] ON MY TAB

[TaeTae] Y/N

[TaeTae] i kno i can afford it but pls stop him next time. this hurts my head

Before you had a chance to respond to your distressed friend, your phone was being chucked across the room. It narrowly missed the glass vase of orchids gifted by Namjoon on the coffee table. 

“Park Jimin!” 

“Pay attention to me, it’s my birthday.” 

Your boyfriend pressed his face into the crook of your neck. Sure, he wasn’t a big guy, but having all his weight lean into your front created a momentum you couldn’t fight. The two of you stubbled backward until your legs hit the edge of the couch. The impact of your back hitting the cushions, only to have Jimin’s whole body land on top of you, made you gasp. 

“Jimin,” you groaned. “Too heavy.” 

The smell of (allegedly $100,000) whiskey strangled out of you what little air you had left in your lungs. It didn’t matter, though; you were distracted. 

Jimin licked up the center of your throat while he pinned your wrists above your head. “My favorite birthday present,” he mumbled against your skin. 

You were too drunk, yet not drunk enough, for this aggressively horny behavior, and you definitely knew Jimin was too drunk for it. His movements were uncoordinated as he rolled his hips against yours, repeatedly grinding his hardening cock into the inside of your thigh. It would’ve been hot if his leather pants weren’t chaffing you to hell. 

The pressure on your chest was released when Jimin rested back on his knees in between your thighs. Despite the throbbing that began to pulse between your thighs, you internally groaned when Jimin released you and sat back to rip off his shirt. This is what you got for dating a super hot celebrity with dangerous charisma and too strong of a libido. The dehydration headache building up started to throb to match the feeling between your thighs.  

“Babe, we need water.” Jimin lifted your leg to put over his shoulder and your voice wavered. “Park Jimin, you need to drink water.” 

“No I don’t,” Jimin slurred against your calf, only pausing his mumbling to suck at your skin. “I need to eat you out. Didn’t get my birthday dessert.”

You didn’t need to get out your “bossy girlfriend voice” (as Jimin rudely called it) to put him in his place, though. One moment Jimin was trailing kisses down your leg, and the next he was stumbling down the hall with his hand over his mouth. It was hard to catch your breath when you had to listen to Jimin in the bathroom throwing up probably every organ in his body.

Fuck, at least he didn’t puke on you. 

With a groan, you hauled yourself off the couch to follow your baby of a boyfriend. He looked rather pathetic with his back against the wall across from the toilet.  

He turned to stare at you with red, teary eyes. “I hate myself.” 

“Oh, Jiminie,” you said with a sigh. You wrapped his arms around his torso, allowing him to slump until his head rested on your shoulder. “Everyone throws up.” 

Jimin buried his face into your neck with a slow shake of his head. “I don’t know why I keep doing this.” 

“Doing what?” You knew he didn’t mean your relationship, but fuck was that the first thing that flashed into your mind. 

“Fucking myself over.” 

It was all he needed to say. You understood what stayed hidden beneath the general sentiment. Overindulgence - your boyfriend’s greatest sin. Drinking until he got sick. Spending money like it would never run out (and, somehow, you were sure it wouldn’t ever run out). Pushing himself to sing song after song until honey in his tea and the fans’ praise weren’t even enough to soothe his sore throat. 

“Come on, get up.” You pushed yourself off the floor before holding your hand out for Jimin to take. “Your breath smells like ass and it’s four in the morning.” 

You were met with grumbles, but Jimin complied. You’d found he functioned best with you telling him what to do. It seemed like a comfort, but you weren’t going to overthink it. Instead, you thrust Jimin’s toothbrush into his clammy hands. 

“I wanna go to bed.” You both knew whining was pointless, but Jimin did it every time. Perhaps he was being optimistic. 

“Teethbrushing and then bed.” You gave him a hard look in the mirror. 

“Fine.” 

“Don’t pout at me.” 

“No.” The defiance was spoken around the toothbrush. You wanted to point out that he couldn’t pout while he was brushing his teeth, so you were the true winner here. But you didn’t. You waited until the two of you were finished and you were gently guiding Jimin toward the bedroom with secure hands on his shoulders. By then what you wanted to say morphed into something else, anyway. 

“Tomorrow is another day, Jimin.” 

He gave you an aggressive eye roll and flung his leather pants across the room as he’d done with your phone. So fucking dramatic. “Duh.” 

“I mean, it’s another opportunity to do something different, y’know?” You wiggled beneath the blanket, expectant eyes waiting for Jimin to follow you. When he did, you latched onto him again, your body practically smothering his. 

Jimin twisted around to face you. He searched your face, probably for a sign that you were teasing him. You knew he wouldn’t find anything of the sort; you were serious. 

“I know.” 

“Good. Now please don’t puke on me while I’m sleeping. I will never sleep in the same bed with you ev-” 

“I won’t, oh my goddd, why are you being like this?" Jimin whined and tried to pry your arms from his waist. 

“I’m just saying!” 

With an overly-exasperated sigh, he let you snuggle him closer.

Maybe you were too flippant about life, but you never worried much about the way you thought things should be like Jimin did. You’d rather consider how they were and then decide how you wanted to move on from there. One day Jimin would figure it out; you were sure of it. But for now, you let him sleep. 

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