#this doesn't reflect my taste in music

[captainrayzizuniverse]

@statementlou I know I'm gonna fuck this up because I don't use Spotify and I tried to see if Anghami has 'on repeat' feature but it doesn't! I do have a Spotify account that I rarely use so I thought I'd see what's on repeat there and even though there are songs I know and have listened to in passing, I don't think they warrant a place on my repeat playlist...Unless I'm not understanding the purpose of the on repeat feature.

So if I shuffle this magical list of random songs I know but don't listen to frequently, these are the top 10:

Stereo Love- Gym Class Heroes & Adam Levine (Que???? I had to play it to see which one it is and I recognize it but I don't ever remember playing this. Also if I was to play a GCH song it'll be Cookie Jar thank you very much, so we're off to a bad start already)

Like a Prayer-Madonna (Ummmm I guess who doesn't love belting this out from time to time?)

Baby Don't Hurt Me-David Guetta and a couple of randos (I'm sorry, I barely ever listened to the original one wtf would I listen to a remixed one?)

Where is My Mind-Pixies (Finally something that makes sense! I love this song thank fuck there's something normal on here)

Sic Transit Gloria...Glory Fades-Brand New (This is funny because I do listen to that album frequently on Anghami so this makes but at the same time doesn't make more sense)

All the Small Things-Blink 182 (Can't complain. can't fucking complain)

Cold-Crossfade (OMG what is this? Is this 2003 again??I swear I haven't listened to this song or anything by Cold since early 2000's)

Abra Cadavar-The Hives (OKAY. Yes this tracks. I love the song. I've listened to it and that album plenty of times. I think I even searched that album on Spotify once so I'd understand why it could be there. Tyrannosaurus Hives has one of the best Hives songs btw)

Always-Blink 182 (I'm surprised this is on here. Am I really surprised though? All the songs make no fucking sense. I feel like if this list made any fucking sense, Feeling This would be somewhere here. Anyways yay for more Blink 182!)

Jerk it Out-Caesars (NO WHAT?? I haven't listened to this song since before Spotify even existed! Like anywhere! Last time I listened to it was probably on a ripped CD on my walkman. This song was actually on repeat during 2005-2007. If I remember correctly it was on the fifa04 soundtrack and it'd come on while you're picking your team. Side note: They had some kick ass songs on the fifa04 soundtrack tbf. I got introduced to bands like Crystal Method, Kasabian and Kings of Leon. That was the first song I ever heard of KoL (Red Morning Light) and I was like yep this band is awesome and then obsessed over them for a decade.

Ok so it still stands, most of these songs haven't even been played on spotify never mind on repeat...but it got better towards the end. I wish Anghami had this function so I could get a better picture. I DON'T KNOW I feel like I understood/did this wrong. Is it not supposed to show the songs i most listen to on repeat???

I'm still laughing at Cold-Crossfade being on there though.

#this doesn't reflect my taste in music #or does it?

[doodlesandbooks]

I made a playlist for Alear on Spotify!

#alear #fire emblem engage #fe engage #my playlist #spotify playlist #Spotify #it really doesn't reflect my taste in music #but I couldn't find any indie rock that fit her vibe so here we are :)

[silverselfshippingchaos]

welp... he's on the f/o list now!

#ash rambles 💚 #i thought i'd make him official for new years but i just cant wait any longer #i love him so much and he's all i ever think about and he makes me smile so much #we have a lot in common aksjaks musicians and pun lovers and we have similar music taste and personalities #it sounds cheesy to say but i think we really do get each other. i feel so comfortable and happy with him. he really does feel like a #character that was Made For Me you know? #i'm almost done with his game. i knew i was in love but there's a scene where you see him reflect on himself when he's at his lowest and he #realizes that he's loved and cared for and that his disability doesn't define him and he can be whoever he wants to me #i cant deny that i cried. i knew i was in love but that scene really set everything in stone for me #so... yeah! here he is. my rockstar boyfriend! #my s/i makes music too! he's her muse! #also. (insert joke about indian girl falling for the dude named chai here) #heheh makes me chuckle a bit #but yeah. he's my boyfriend now! and i'm his girlfriend! gah it's so late rn but i'm still grinning like an idiot thinking about him #i'm so in love your honor #man aksjajsj i bet these past few days have been fun for everyone huh? seeing me fall this fast LMAAOO #*whoever he wants to be #damn typos... too down bad for this shit

[siesporamor]

17 for the Spotify asks!

17. Encender Nuestra Luz - Violetta cast

Thanks for the ask!

#this is so funny because i mostly use spotify for soundtracks so it doesn't reflect my general musical taste AT ALL #spotify wrapped #spotify wrap 2023

[egg-emperor]

that thing I said earlier about how I'm not demanding everyone in the world to consider me and what I want and am comfortable with every post, and that they're allowed to do what they want and I won't tell them they can't make or share it, is something important I really want to clarify and highlight in all this.

because even though the subjects are uncomfortable to me and even close to triggering at times, I have respect and sensibility to not complain to the people posting them or send them anonymous hate. but I don't get shown the same by them when it comes to my stuff as I'm accused of being a bad person, sharing different analysis, opinions, and ideas specifically to upset them, and told that I shouldn't post it at all and should keep it to myself. I can't imagine having such entitlement.

my approach would work both ways for fairness but they don't give me the same and it really seems like it's because my take is darker and not pure wholesome stuff. they can't fathom my comfort being in the darker and discomfort being in the wholesome, so they demand my constant consideration for their feelings towards my work, despite dismissing mine and demonizing me instead by accusing me of malicious intentions because I'm not interested in their preferred themes

so if you're wondering how I've been seeing a puritanical mindset and ideals in backlash I've received and can't see it, that's how. they don't understand that I feel exactly the same negative uncomfortable ways that they do when they see my stuff when I see theirs, just because theirs is wholesome and mine is dark. it seems they think I don't have the valid creations or preferences to deserve the same respect from others, while theirs are the "right" ones so they're on the good side.

we all have our discomforts and comforts and just because ours might be the exact opposite of each other's, it doesn't mean that those who create stuff of your personal discomforts should be shamed and accused of bad intentions. because they feel the same negative way you do for their comforts but for your own personal comforts instead, yet they don't do all the same to you. the accusation of automatically being intended to upset those that like the opposite themes with it isn't right.

I've been surprised by how many people have been boldly approaching and telling me what I can and can't create and post, I would never make such entitled demands. yet I'm automatically the bad guy because I'm exploring dark themes in my writing. it's definitely because it's easier to spin my creations into something that makes me look bad than their wholesome perferences, so my true feelings and intentions aren't considered or respected in the ways I'm told to with theirs.

#this came to me while feeling very relaxed to dark ambient music lol so stuff like this even reflects in my music tastes #our forms of comfort are different. I'm upset that mine are disrespected and demonized #sometimes what disgusts and angers and triggers you can comfort and relax me and vice versa and that doesn't make me a bad person #important

[im-significant]

oh whatever i've been doing lately with my music listening has made my discover weekly EXTRA WEIRD this week, i love it

#none of the music is weird in and of itself sorry to disappoint #it's just that my weekly usually doesn't reflect the eclectic mess of my music taste bc i listen like the autistic i am #aka fixate on one song for days

[angelkitty32001]

Yay! Thank you for tagging me @probabbly - welcome to the chaos that is my music taste

Here are the first 10 songs from my mp3 (I'm so old school)

Prayer - Disturbed

Nemesis - Shriekback

New Rules - Dua Lipa

The Lovecats - The Cure

With Every Heartbeat - Robyn

Adrianne Dances - Rhombus

When Doves Cry - Prince

Papillon - Editors

Forever - Bruderschaft

Fast Car - Christian Kane

Not tagging anyone cos I think everyone has been tagged already, but please do it if you fancy!

#music meme #and to think this doesn't include ska or Eurovision #i think it reflects my taste well tho

[swashbucklery]

69 😏

I scrolled down to this number like please be something cool please be something cool

69. Taylor Swift - Karma

(Not my favourite song from Midnights, but it's en route between Bejeweled and Mastermind which are two of my favourites, so it got more plays than it otherwise would have.)

(Spotify Wrapped Meme)

#i'm realizing once again how much this doesn't reflect my broader listening #because anything i listen to in my car is downloaded to my phone on itunes #bc i don't want spotify to stream things while i'm out driving #so my wrapped really reflects a particular slice of my taste which is #stuff i listen to in my studio #and stuff i listen to while i cook #or maybe i'm just this embarrassing all the time at least spotify doesn't know about the month where i listened to the encanto soundtrack #on a loop #do i have a music tag? #spotify wrapped 2022

[syrinq]

thinking about my pet peeve-esque hatred for youtube music channels that paste generic ''BIG HADONKA ANIME GOTH GF'' art to pull in more views for the sore sake of digital .mp4 boobs, with other variations including ye olde average anime feet, panty shots, strictly heterosexual couple pics from pinterest style, some league of legends woman, uncredited art and also. ai art.

#same goes for music artists putting generic ai-generated woman or shallow skyscape on albums ever since the emergence of midfuckery. Die #like okay the naive niceys in me wants to believe this doesn't reflect someone's taste/thoughts/opinions and at best their stupid ignorance #but regardless. this is one of those Small Things that leaves a Bad Taste in my mouth #iF aRT fOR POstIng mUSiC so iMporTANt THen whY DOnt YoU acTUalLy pUT THoUGHt iNTO it bEsiDes oouH BoOUbiES #kill. it's fucking kill on sight from me. Die #IF I HAD TO PICK BETWEEN AI-GENERATED CRAP OR SHITTY MS PAINT MOUSE DRAWINGS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE I'D PICK THE LATTER. AMEN AND SHIT #ETHICALLY SOURCED AI ART PROMPTS? NEVER HEARD OF HER! #sy.txt #oh i LOVE IT WHEN MUSIC ARTISTS ACTUALLY PUT THOUGHT INTO THE MUSIC VIDEO AND ALBUM ART TO CONVEY THE SONG MORE. YOU'RE THE REAL BITCHES

[pukicho]

i love you flexing how quick and easy you can get 1000 notes on a post. especially when several artists, creators and people who do more than make the same 5 posts on this site can hardly get a fraction of that. really tasteful and good of you funnier than anything youve ever said

This gotta be one of the most bitter asks I've ever gotten lol. If you scroll down my page for literally 2 seconds, you will see both the art and music I made. So what, am I not an artist/creator? or are you just the fucking king of tumblr and you get to pick and choose WHO deserves notes and who doesn't?? You seedy cock. I make posts about ghouls and worms and I answer asks both silly and truly earnestly, and I engage with the following *I* fostered, but I guess I don't deserve it according to you: the nobody who seethes in my askbox anonymously. I hate to throw the term 'jealous' around but that's literally all you are. Reflect on your sad, worthless, aimless life and repent, bitch.

[ariel26c]

🎀Things I’ve learned about Shifting 🎀

1. Background noise doesn’t matter. I come from a Hispanic family household and let me tell you hun it’s freaking loud as hell. It’s like a zoo lol but guess what? I still shifted. At some point you will start to feel your CR kinda “fade away”. I have been in this state where I am in between my CR and DR. I can hear background noise from my CR but I still feel like I’m in a different room or I hear sounds from my DR as well. Has anyone experienced this?? Let me know, I’m curious 🤨

2. Have patience. Allow yourself to relax and naturally connect to your DR. Don’t stress about having random thoughts or having an itch or things like that. Have patience with yourself like seriously you got this babe. Sometimes for me it’s feels like it’s takes 1 or 2 hours until I feel fully connected to my DR. (It’s different for everyone btw) you may take less time than I do. Those things don’t matter if you decide that those things don’t matter.

3. Methods really aren’t needed. If you think about it all methods consist of the same thing usually. It usually consists of affirmations, visualization, subliminal audios, meditation, counting, blah blah blah. If you want to use a method, then do that but don’t force yourself to do a method that doesn’t resonate with you. If you don’t like counting, then don’t count. If you don’t like visualizing, then don’t visualize. Change things up a bit and listen to music that reminds you of your DR or do something that you think is fun.

4. Just because some people like to lie about their shifting experiences doesn’t mean that shifting is fake. Just like in every community there is going to be people that are dishonest or don’t have the best intentions but that doesn’t mean that shifting is a big inside joke. Don’t allow these people to discourage you from shifting to your DR or make you doubt in its existence. Don’t depend on other people's content to feel motivated or believe in shifting. Just KNOW it’s real and motivate yourself to shift. (even though motivation isn’t needed to shift)

5. Shifting is Real. I think we all should know this by now, but I don’t think people really fully understand just how REAL shifting is. I mean you are going to be able to use all of your senses. You will be able to taste food, see your reflection in the mirror, talk to people that may be considered as fictional in this reality, etc. The process of shifting is safe but if you are shifting somewhere that has violence or gore make sure you script your own well-being. High pain tolerance, no trauma, etc.

6. Time isn't important. Just because it's been 4 years or 5 doesn't mean you can't do it. Time doesn't apply to shifting because time is just man-made thing. We created the concept of time not the Universe. Don't blame the Universe for your "Failure". (Spoiler alert: it's not failure) You just need to realize that no matter what, it will happen. It is completely inevitable. Some people have shifted after 5 years so don't give up! It will be worth it.

7. You can't fail at shifting. When you do your method, you will shift to your DR or shift to your CR. You shift all the time. We are constantly shifting consciously or unconsciously. Manifestation and shifting are very much closely related. (But that's another discussion for another time) Just like how we are manifesting on autopilot we are also shifting on autopilot. So, when you do a sleep method, and you wake up in this reality instead of your DR you still shifted. (Just not to your DR) (Get it?)

I hope you found this post helpful! :)

#affirmations #desired reality #law of the universe #shifting #shifting realities #reality shifting community #reality shift #reality shifting #shifting community #shifters #shiftblr

[bellflower-goat]

>:(

#>:((((( so I just realized #Cause of that one post thingy #And I've gone tru lost of changes this year. music included #And I wanted to see how it would reflect into that! But the I realized it'll be completely screwed over #Cause in july I got the big bad #And it made me sooo damn sensitive to any tipe of sounds so I was going round just listening to #g.ood n e.vil cause for some reason that wa sthe only album w songs I kinda tolerated #Their music doesn't suck n the album's alright but it's not my taste! It just stuck to me for a damn month n it was #all I heard for that month. N it would be fine if I really liked any of their songs but I dont #n I'm just sitting here like >:( #Cause it's very silly really! #Don't know why I'm so pissed abt it #But yeah #If I somehow don't end up seeing t.ally hªll I'm my wrapped this year I will truly believe there is some type of god #Either that or I got lucky #Anyways I'm doing all this instead of cleaning the damn kitchen cause Stinky >:/ #But yeah I should be doing that #Ah dammit I forgot the '' gotta be placed a certain way or they fuck some stuff up >:( this read weirdly now but yeah #Ah shit I just remembered that I should probably have censored the sp.oti.fy thing hm

[insanermin]

and it taste like cherry lip gloss on your lips

pairing: bartender!ellie x fem!reader

warnings: soft ellie; my favourite warning, fluff! short mentions of blood and vomit (i promise it's not bad just v short), no nsfw, not proof read!

word count: 1,8k

summary: it's the night before your birthday and you party with friends. but leaving is all you think of until a certain bartender appears, cheering you up. or; ellie successfully gives her number to you.

a/n: it's my birthday! (it's the 5th already where i live, so yes, birthday time) yes, i am a pisces but! i am a cap moon and gemini rising, does that make up for it? i don't know, anyway i might make this a series??? inspo: i'm ready for you, bryson tiller

if it wasn't for the two hours of sleep that carried you through this dreadful day, then maybe you wouldn't have to curse out your friends at any second you had to spend here longer. the music pounding in your ears, sweaty bodies blocking your vision and alcohol violating the nerves of your nose. and to top it all off, your feet are starting to hurt, screaming at you to sit down.

although it was the night before your birthday, you couldn't help but think about all the things you'd rather do than to be here. your friends are long gone, they're dancing bodies melting into the crowd while your head is exploding in pain, you're surprised that you're not standing in a red puddle of your own misery.

you shake your head, blink a few times and take a deep breath; you're here to enjoy yourself, you're here to celebrate, you—

"are you okay?" a voice emerges, you're surprised that your ears could pick that up although the music drowns out any other noise that isn't itself. you turn your head to the side, where you believe the question came from, and you're right.

an auburn haired woman, around your height, probably two or three centimetres smaller, wearing a white shirt and pleated wide pants.

you muster her as questions arise in your head. why is her shirt not tugged in? why is she smiling at you? why does she seem so familiar?

"me? i think so," you reply, eyes still roaming for answers, but the more you look at her, the less sense you make out of her.

the barely shorter woman takes a step closer to you, her eyes meeting yours.

for a nanosecond the music turns into mere background noise and your body doesn't scream to dissolve, but the second the beat dropped you were reeled back in.

"you look out of it, want to step out for a bit?" she asks, worry reflecting her face. usually, you'd throw in a few sarcastic remarks here and there, but the smell of sweaty human flesh made you nauseous and you were sure the more you stayed in this crowded room, you would be exchanging the acid inside of your stomach rather than words.

about eight deep breaths later, sitting at the curb and feeling the cold breeze against your face, you finally start feeling better.

however the presence that lingers behind your back is starting to creep you out, especially since said presence hasn't spoken a single word.

you turn around, the woman is leaned against the wall while holding inadvertent eye contact with you.

"mind sitting next to me?" you ask, watching her mouth form a little 'oh' as she takes weirdly slow steps towards you.

she sits down, leaving an awkward gap between the two of you. the awkwardness in the air is overruled by the breeze that carries her woody but sweet scent, a delight to your abused sense of smell.

you observe her spreading her legs further apart, while her arms hug her knees, interesting, you note to yourself.

"so what's your name?" you watch the auburn haired woman scoff at your question. you furrow your eyebrows in confusion; she returns an apologetic look.

"oh, you don't remember me? i'm ellie, the bartender," she says, her green eyes boring into your cheekbones. you're starting to connect the dots, the familiarity, the reason why she approached you. your eyes widen in realisation as ellie just nods slowly in response, her lips thinned to a line.

"right, you work here," you mumble under your breath as your cheeks turn a shade of pink. how could you forget about her when she listened to your drunk rambles?

"what happened to your shirt?" you blurt out, in hopes to shift the focus on her.

ellie looks down, vividly confused at your question, feeling her upper body and noticing the unevenness of her shirt.

"that, well, these ass—" she clears her throat,

"—sorry, they ordered the wrong size for me, so neither my shirt or my vest fit—" the clearly annoyed woman says as she pulls down at her shirt. you knew it wasn't appropriate, however having sight of an admittedly attractive bartender that is not in the greatest of mood is for sure amazing eye-candy, but her voice raising pulls you out of thought.

"—so at this point, i was like fine, sure, fuck y'all, sorry, work on your own, i'm gonna take a break, and that's when i noticed you almost fainting." she finishes. panic grows in her eyes as they await an answer, but impatience and insecurity come first.

"sorry, did i talk too much?" ellie looks away, she hopes for you to take this question as a rhetorical one, her blowing up this way is more humiliating than she'd expect. she fiddles with her fingers, deep in thought.

this night has been incredibly exhausting, but laying her burden upon someone else might be the worst of it all. as a bartender, it's only natural for her to listen to all sorts of stories, every human-being needs someone to talk to, to be heard, to feel understood. although she didn't like to admit nor realise this, it left a sense of superiority within her; everyone relies on her, so she doesn't feel the need to be heard and understood. or that's what she liked to believe.

"no, your voice is soothing," you say, pulling her out of her spiralling thoughts.

the eyes of the distressed woman begin to soften, it might not be the end of the world talking to you, only because you seem to benefit from this conversation, of course.

"at first, i was intimidated by you, you seemed so cool, but now... you're surprisingly awkward," you chuckle, how can an attractive woman be so awkward? however, you didn't really mind, you thought it added some kind of sweetness to her character. she inches a little closer, aggressively facing your way, disbelief written all over her face.

"oh, so i'm not cool anymore? what if i tell you that my hands are pretty skilful?" her upper body is fully turned towards you at this point. she realised that entertaining your playfulness would make her feel better as well, but seeing you press down your lips, colour appearing in your cheeks and you blinking rapidly, quickly made her regret her decision. ellie balls her hand into a fist and covers her mouth, averting her eyes from you.

"shoot, no that's not— i can play the guitar..." the embarrassed woman explains, sorrow overriding the panic in her voice.

but you chuckling draws her eyes back to you, the corners of her mouth not knowing wether to smile or to frown.

"what?" ellie asks, eyebrows raised in expectation and mouth narrowed.

"'shoot' seriously? that doesn't sound like you," your wheezes turn into a heartfelt laugh. your laugh was like a sweet melody to ellie's ears, she didn't expect to enjoy your presence and joke around.

"seems like you're pretty much obsessed with me," she teases, her comfort reflecting in her voice. her mind entertained the idea of going back in, but if it meant to be herself for a few more minutes, then being yelled at for taking a too long break was worth it.

"no not really, you're the one trying to impress me with your skilful hands," you shoot back, feeling at ease. you're content as you notice that the gap between the two of you has completely disappeared.

for a second, your attention is drawn to your buzzing phone as you pull it out of your bag.

12:03 am.

"didn't expect to spend weirdly intimate time with a stranger on my birthday," you say, sentiment lingering in your voice. for some reason, knowing that your friends are on the dance floor enjoying themselves, probably too drunk to remember that they're here to celebrate your birthday, leaves a bitter taste on your tongue.

"oh come on that's super insulting— and besides, that's better than spending it alone in the cold," ellie defends herself.

however, her experience as a bartender makes it impossible to ignore the affliction in your voice. although in doubt, she rests her hand on your thigh, her green eyes searching for yours.

"that being said, happy birthday," she continues, a soft smile emerges on ellie's face. you can't tell whether its her hand on your thigh, her smile or just her that lets your heart skip a beat or two, but you don't really mind.

"thank you, but it's a little sad that only a bartender is congratulating me," you try to joke, your voice is laced with bitterness.

"no, you're getting it wrong, only extraordinary and amazing people are able to get a 'happy birthday' from a bartender, consider yourself lucky," the auburn haired woman chuckles as she pats your thigh.

her touch leaves you with goosebumps and looking at her face would only worsen it, so you avert your gaze from her. but when you realise what she just told you, curiosity conquers your mind.

"you think i'm extraordinary and amazing?" you ask, followed up by a scoff.

ellie's eyes widen, she winces and coughs. it only now crosses her mind that the two of you might have been flirting this whole time. but seeing the way your hair frames your face and your dress hugging your body, maybe she doesn't mind so much after all.

"well, i like the way you are, i mean not like like, you know, uh, you... have a cool personality," ellie's rosy cheeks spoke sooner than she could, leaving her completely vulnerable to you. her forced laughs and her fist rubbing her chin only aggravates said vulnerability, you got her good.

"you're pretty cool too, thank you," you reply, flashing a grin her way. your birthday night not be so terrible after all.

you only start to feel the cold of the night when ellie stands up, her presence taking all the warmth there was with her. you watch her search for something wildly in her pockets, her big hands are quite nice to look at.

"here," the woman offers you a crumpled up note, she always keeps one in her pocket just in case. mouthing an 'o', you accept said note and chuckle at its content. it feels good to be appreciated by a stranger once in a while, especially when that person is as good looking as ellie.

"i'm much cooler when you get to know me better—" she continues, her cheeks still pink.

"i would text me if i were you. only if you want of course, no pressure or anything," she suggests, her back now turned to you. she glances once more at you, before waving you goodbye while entering the club again. the last thing you hear is a very quiet 'yes' as the door closes, leaving only you and the few stars lighting up the sky.

#ellie williams #ellie #ellie tlou2 #ellie the last of us 2 #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams fanfic #ellie fanfic #ellie ff #ellie x fem!reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie fluff #fluff #ellie williams fluff #writing #lesbian #bartender!ellie #wlw #wlw post #the last of us #the last of us 2 #tlou #tlou2

[yesimwriting]

i know the general consensus is that oliver is using bestfriend! reader to get to felix but i do wonder if the more he spends time around felix and you that the line between hate and something akin to what he feels for felix blur a little. when did he find your naivety become endearing instead of annoying; when did he find interest in kind of books that you often rattle on about— i think him liking reader is funny but also a good point of conflict for him and felix and just felix himself. kinda forces him to address his totally not platonic affections for reader. (also oliver and reader dynamic in my mind is basically just olivia rodrigo's lacy)

in honor of me now having officially seen lacy live :))

also i have had lacy on my mind for them for such a long time it feels like you've crawled into my brain omg

they also remind me of the song girl crush (i love the harry styles cover of that song omg)

----

"Stalker."

Oliver hadn't meant for the nail of his thumb to start tracing the sharp crease forever dented into the spine of one of your paperbacks, but the strangeness of it had been too tempting.

The Virgin Suicides. The title doesn't seem to suit your taste, and yet there it was, well worn and tucked into the corner of your small shelf lovingly, next to the first few installments of Harry Potter.

"Oh, I--" He should have been more focused, he should have worked harder at listening for you over the music coming from your CD player. "I was just..."

You're staring at him, charcoal colored product smeared beneath both of your eyes now. When he first showed up at your door, about fifteen minutes early, you had only completed your left eye.

The night has a way of changing you, of making you look a little older. The makeup, your low cut top, the length of your skirt. It all works together to blur away any uncertainty in the way you hold yourself. Oliver's seen it--you--like this before, but for whatever reason, it's hitting him harder than usual.

He swallows, fighting the thrown feeling to take in your expression. Your eyes give away little about what you're feeling, but the set of your lips betrays you. There's the slightest lift to the corner of your mouth. You're amused. You're joking.

"Kidding," you grin, "You can relax."

Oliver lets out an exaggerated breath to play up his relief. You're harder to crack than you should be, the most significant piece in the puzzle that is Felix's favor, but there are a few things that Oliver has figured out about you. The first is that your loyalty runs deep, so once he's in with you he's in for life.

The second is that you like being the good guy. It's not the same as Felix's desire to play in the macabre until it, too, bends to his will and morphs into something good, but it's similar enough. You like making people feel at ease, you like having people trust you.

"Do you read?" Your question is genuine. You even lean against your bathroom's doorframe to make it clear that you're listening.

The fact that you felt the need to ask reminds Oliver of how little you actually know about him. Felix is attached to you like he is no other, so Oliver's been around you, but he hasn't managed to make it across the line that divides friendly from friend. You're polite, kind even, but it's clear that something about Oliver hasn't clicked with you. Yet.

Your unfamiliarity should shake him, should make him regret pretending to get the time wrong to buy himself some time alone with you in an attempt to thaw the ice. But if anything, his novelty in your mind grounds him. Any indifference or dislike you feel towards him isn't personal. You just don't know him.

To you, Oliver is a blank canvas that he can paint to reflect exactly what you want in a friend. "A little," he answers, "I've gotten more into it recently, still looking for recommendations."

"You can borrow the one you were looking at, if you want." There's a shy quality to your response that briefly gives him a flash of what Felix might see in you. "It's a little eerie, but beautiful. Definitely one of those books you'll either really love or really hate, no in-between."

Oliver nods. Reading isn't a terrible way to find an in with you. "Sounds interesting." He takes a slight step forward. "Hopefully, I'll love it because after what you said to Lucas in class, I'm scared to not agree with you."

Your eyes briefly dart to the ground, a bashful grin playing at your lips. "Oh my god, don't remind me."

The one good thing about Oliver's too-brutal-for-an-elective literature for creative writing class is the fact that it gives him something to have in common with you.

"You made good points." You shake your head at the compliment, expression still lighthearted enough for Oliver to know that he's still treading on safe ground. "And honestly, needed a break from hearing Lucas's thoughts on the canon for the fifth time in the same hour."

"Thank you." Your tone is full of the satisfaction that comes from vindication. "He's the worst kind of English major."

"The worst," he echoes.

Your smile hints at a camaraderie that Oliver should find satiating. After all, that's what he came here for. A few stolen moments in which Felix wouldn't be able to distract either of you.

Oliver's eyes drift towards the collage decorating the wall your bed is pressed against. A lot of it is made up of scraps, pieces from magazines, post cards and notes from friends, some scrapbooking material to fill awkward spaces. But there are also pictures. Most of them of you and Felix.

A disposable clearly taken by your best friend stands out. You're laughing, Felix is staring at you, the arm that isn't holding the camera around your shoulders. There's an unabashed affection behind Felix's gaze that Oliver can feel in the pit of his stomach. It'd be one thing if the two of you were drunk or inebriated in one way, but the background of the photo is so mundane. The two of you are in a coffee shop, daylight still streaming in from the window next to you.

What is about you?

The question cuts through him from the inside out, the same way it always does. This, his mind reminds him, this is why he doesn't let himself be around you...because he can pretend all he wants, can attempt to convince himself that the visceral feeling that strikes him in the chest whenever you laugh; or pull your lips into a pout; or look at him like he's more than static is as simple as hatred. It won't change anything.

You'll still be goodhearted, enough of you rooted in your own world to let you stay that way. You'll still have that off kilter sense of humor and the way you pinch your eyebrows together when you're pretending to get something everyone else does. You'll still have your cherry lip gloss and perfectly smudged eyeliner. You'll still be the one that Felix eventually realizes he's in love with.

There's no reason to hold this against you. You're blissfully unaware of most of the things that twist Oliver's stomach into careful knots, and the little you're actually aware of, you're kind about.

Oddly enough, that only makes it worse.

The sharp nausea that comes from thinking about you too much isn't something to act on. If Oliver lets himself lean into his bitterness even slightly, all of his careful planning will have been for nothing. Felix would never keep anyone around that hurt you. Even Farleigh's learned to temper his snark, keeping any comments made about you lighthearted enough for you to laugh off.

Besides, there's nothing to gain from hurting you. With those eyes and soft, eager to please smiles, it'd probably feel like kicking a puppy.

"You sounded good, though," he mumbles, "Smart."

You beam at him, the look so warm and real Oliver's once again forced to understand why Felix cares about you so much. "I think I sounded a little crazy, but I like your version better." You scratch the back of your arm, the movement almost nervous. "Thanks."

He forces a smile, letting silence fall over the two of you. If you were as predictable as the others, Oliver would have some kind of direction on what to give you.

"If you want something to drink..." You trail off, head turning to look at the mini fridge tucked into the corner of your dorm. "Felix was going to bring something, because my fridge is basically empty. I think I have some leftover vodka in my closet, but it's the mixed drink bottle from last week, so a single shot could be a lot...and it's pink now, and I think it was more orange last week."

You shift your weight from foot to foot as you ramble. "But I don't remember a lot of last Saturday. Ironically, because of what's in the closet." You let out a self deprecating laugh. "But no judgement if you want to be that drunk. Seriously."

It's the kind of statement that would feel sarcastic from anyone else. Oliver can tell you mean it.

He didn't plan on getting that drunk tonight, but then again, he rarely does. Oliver's gotten into the habit of following Felix's lead, letting him set the tone of the night.

"We could do a shot together." Oliver keeps his voice low, casual in its hesitance.

Taking shots with people you're not the most familiar with seems to be your form of low stakes bonding. More often than not, it seems to be a girl thing, but Oliver's seen enough exceptions to not feel weird about asking. The only time Farleigh openly gets along with you is after the two of you make a game of who can down a round fastest.

"Yeah." You smile, visibly easing. "Sounds fun."

Oliver has a feeling that your relief is more about having something to do with your hands than the promise of alcohol. The only part of you that ever indicates insecurity is your uncertainty. Like you're afraid someone's going to tap you on your shoulder and tell you that something about your last social interaction was objectively wrong.

You turn, walking towards your closet. There's the creek of old hinges and then a slight laugh. "If we get drunk enough before Felix gets here, he's going to have a really stressful night."

You're different when you're drunk, touchier and more susceptible. Oliver swallows. You could be joking. You're usually joking.

"He could use some stress," he mumbles, attempting to reflect your usual brand of humor, "He's had it too good for too long."

You laugh again, the sound fuller this time as you shut the closet door. "Where would he be without us to humble him?"

The thought of him holding the same level of significance in Felix's life as you do clouds Oliver's mind. That is so you, to say something so inviting and disorientating just as he's resolving the way he sees you. "Nowhere good."

You place a small, plastic cup in front of him before setting down your own. The liquid in the bottle is an egregious shade of pink for what once was plain vodka. You were right to point it out. Oliver's stomach starts to turn just looking at it.

"Okay," you start filling his cup first, as innocently as if you were offering him lemonade. "This might kill us."

Oliver doubts anything that bad would ever happen to someone like you. He watches you fill your own cup, the liquid draining from the bottle much faster than it should. "It might with the way you're pouring it."

"What?" You start twisting the lid back onto the bottle. "That's a standard shot."

"Standard to who?" The question is more for the sake of arguing than genuine concern. A lot of your friendship with Felix seems to be made up of pointless bickering.

You glare at him, "I don't know, like standard standard."

You're the kind of person that enjoys reading for fun and sitting by the pond to feed ducks and yet you're willing to drink like that. "Sounds exact."

You pick up your cup, squinting at its contents. "Standard-ish." Clearly. You extend your arm slightly, Oliver takes the hint, picking up his own overfilled cup. He taps the edge of his cup against yours. You return the gesture immediately. "One...two..."

The two of you down your drinks in unison. You both regret your choices immediately. It's more than just the sting of alcohol, it's the nauseating taste of everything that was considered left over at the end of last week's party mixed together.

His eyes meet yours, and there's an immediate, wordless understanding. That was disgusting. Despite your mutual repulsion, the two of you are smiling.

Oliver's reminded of a gesture he's seen you and Felix exchange between rounds. A version of a kiss so quick and casual, it does manage to pass as something close to platonic. At the very least, platonic compared to you on Felix's lap, you in Felix's bed in nothing but his T-shirt...

You smell like Felix. It doesn't matter how much of that start-of-spring perfume you wear, it never fully covers the faint aroma of cigarettes and luxury fabric softener. Oddly enough, the artificial scent seems determined to linger on anything that isn't you, often making Felix smell like you. It's such a common occurrence, sometimes if Oliver's not thinking about it, it's hard to remember what comes from you and what comes from him.

It's easy to wonder if that level of entanglement applies to other things. If you'd feel like Felix. You wear his clothes often enough. Or, if Felix feels like you. He's in the habit of using the lotions and products you leave in his room.

You set down your disposable cup. "That was a lot grosser than I remember it."

"A lot," he echoes, discarding his own cup.

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#saltburn x reader #felix catton x reader #bestfriend!felix #bestfriend!felix verse #bestfriend!felix x reader #oliver quick x reader #saltburn imagine

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT ; songs that they associate with you

includes tommyinnit, tubbo, freddie badlinu, ranboo, quackity

warnings ; horrible music taste. Did a few for each of them lmaooo. also let's act like dmca doesn't exist on twitch or whatever. if schlatt can play Fleetwood Mac on stream then who cares yk

masterlist

BADLINU

Kiss From A Rose ; Seal

You guys watched Batman Forever together and this song came on during credits. Life changing experience.

You had the DVD version with the music video bonus, that was being replayed for like twenty minutes

He has it on almost every playlist he has

He seems like the type of person to make a private, bad quality edit/music video of you two to it

Goosebumps ; Sorana

Dude this song perfectly reflected how he felt before you guys got together 🙏🙏

Plays this on stream when you're streaming with him for background noise.

Before you get together, he still plays it, just makes sure to not let you know that he feels that exact way about you.

Little inside joke between you two, it's kinda your song in a way

Editors love editing you guys to this song omg. They're always cute as hell too

TOMMYINNIT

FaceTime with my Mom (Tonight) ; Bo Burnham

You guys karaoke-d the shit out of this song on stream with Jack and Freddie.

It became a core memory for him. You were only friends at the time but it kinda made him realize that he wanted to be more than just your friend.

He actually FaceTimed his mom afterwards and she said hello to chat and everything

Little funny moment that he loves to think about

Someday (Remastered) ; Sugar Ray

He found this song on your older music playlist

He plays it a lot and thinks about you

Like daydreams that you're on a warm beach with all your friends and stuff

The song has like a warm, summery vibe to it so all summer he makes sure this comes up on your queue when streaming or in the car or whatever.

You guys probably dance around the living room to this song idk

TUBBO

Where The Lines Overlap ; Paramore

"No one is as lucky as us" REAL.

He cherishes you in his own special way yk?

He thinks he's so lucky to have you when you're surprised you could even pull someone, let alone him

Before you guys started dating, he saw an edit of you two to this song and he religiously watched it LMAO

You're both Paramore fans so this worked out perfectly.

Orange Show Speedway ; Lizzy McAlpine

the guitar sounds exactly how you feel to him if that makes sense

the happy nostalgia/dopamine rush kind of feel makes him all smiley and makes him think of you

he literally fell in love at a car speedway show that you two went to together for a little "first date" vlog so 🙏🙏🙏

it's just perfect idk man

RANBOO

Already Over ; Mike Shinoda

this song reminds me a lot of genloss so yk I had to include it here

but yeah, genloss vibes

reminds them a lot of yours and his genloss characters and their relationships and whatnot

when on set for s2 they listen to this on repeat bc your dynamic is so cool

although the viewers r desperately trying to kill you bc you're kind of at fault for genloss! rans trauma/predicament

they'll figure out that's not totally true tho

White Noise ; James Marriott

"I'd quite like to go home now" mother fucker you are his home :(

you're the "What's the point of having a friend when you're on your own in the end" outlook and they're the "I'll make an attempt knowing that I'll fuck it up" in a /pos outlook

you two go perfectly together

like two puzzle pieces, straight the fuck up

the cutest of dynamics

QUACKITY

Le Jardin ; La Femme

you guys watched Fresh together (10/10 btw)

this song came on halfway through and you soundsearched it and quickly dove into the la femme rabbit hole

he thought it was adorable cause you kind of understood the music but he understood completely

honestly got you into learning Spanish more

he literally only sees you listening to la femme to the point where he's a little concerned

you're just addicted to the paradigmes album you're fine

but he does play this on stream a lot just for you

editors go crazy after figuring out its always being played for you omg

Don't Want It ; Lil Nas X

holy shit this song goes hard

anyways yall always play this to get hyped up

he found an edit of you guys to this song and he thinks about it 24/7

literally the "people in my life should know I am not the old me" and the "wanted happiness, wanted forgiveness" duo

I can't explain it it's just vibes

#lowkeyrobin #badlinu x reader #ranboo x reader #quackity x reader #tommyinnit x reader #tubbo x reader #mcyt oneshot #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader

[formulapai]

DAY TEN: COFFEE SHOP AU

OSCAR PIASTRI

TAG LIST:

@i-wish-this-was-me

@giada-chan

@havaneselover08

@fangirl125reader

@rheathesimp

@strangemaximoff

PAI’S WORDS: Lando and Oscar are roommates, neither of them are famous drivers. Might do a series about it someday 🫶

It was Lando's idea, of course it was. Neither Lando nor Oscar drink coffee, but Daniel told him about this new café in Monaco and he all but dragged his friend there on a rainy Monday morning. The place is tiny and dimly lit, a cocoon smelling of coffee beans and warm pastries, the golden lights and soft music playing warming his heart when they walk in. It's all wood and metal, colorful blankets and pillows lighting the shop up as well as the quiet chatter going on, a sense of comfort making its way through Oscar's bones. Rain long forgotten, the two roommates make their way towards an empty table, taking the atmosphere in.

Lando already has his nose in the menu while the Australian lets himself be carried away by his thoughts, eyes not leaving the outside view as he contemplates how the droplets fall quietly. He can faintly hear someone laughing, the sound melodious and annoyingly charming and he thinks that if someone were to ask him what comfort felt like, he'd explain this exact moment. The laughter gets closer before its right by his side, his head snapping to look at the person in front of the table, a bright smile on their lips.

"Hi, welcome to Solace Brew, my name's Y/N. What can I get you ?"

Their voice is as annoyingly charming as the rest of them, calm and joyful, turning Oscar's blood into lava as he feels himself turning red, mad at himself for acting like a teenage fool. He can't answer, can't even remember he has to, as his brain is fixed on you, the lights reflecting in your eyes like little stars, your presence Oscar's very own sun and he's gravitating around you. Only when Lando clears his throat does he remember the question, glaring daggers at his friend as he can see the amused smirk forming on his lips.

"-I, uh.. I'll take a coffee. Whatever you want to make, it's alright.

-Oh! Are you sure ? Would you prefer something strong, something sweet ? Something flavored maybe, like a Caffè alla Nocciola ?

-No, I mean yes, if you want to. But, uh, yeah. Make whatever, I'm sure it'll be great."

You giggle softly, nodding and making your way bak to the counter, a shy smile on your lips. His gaze doesn't leave you and he internally hates himself for being so awkward as he watches you ponder as to what to make.

"-Mate... You hate coffee.

-Shut it, Lando."

Lando snorts loudly, getting his phone out to no doubts text their friends about his embarassing encounter with you. It's true, he hates coffee. But if you're the one making it, maybe he'll discover a new addiction of his. It's ten long minutes later, courtesy of his friend teasing him, that you come back with a tray and your usual charming smile. God, how many times has he used this term to describe you ? You spot him staring at you and your face light up even more, if that's even more possible, slowly putting the tray down on the table and explaining what you're serving.

"Alright, so this one is the Cinnamon Hot Cocoa for you, and this one is for you. Marocchino, I made it not as strong as I usually do, I really hope you're going to like it. And this is the Pain Perdu and the Croissant you ordered, too.

-Oh wow... Thank you, it smells amazing !

-Don't hesitate to call out to me if there's anything else."

You send Oscar another smile before leaving towards another table and he lets his eyes wander down to the cup in front of him, eyeing it cautiously. This makes Lando wheeze before he sips on his own drink, humming as the flavor hits his tastebuds and squirming like a delighted little child before going for his Pain Perdu, leaving the Croissant to him. He takes a tentative sip and stops for a few seconds, trying to decide if he likes or hates the taste, before opting for the second option but continuing on drinking as to not give Lando any more occasions to mock him. In the back of his mind, he pictures your deceived face if you notice him not liking it and his will to finish the cup strengthen itself tenfold. The beverage is not even that bad, the taste of coffee not as present as he expected and the cocoa bringing a sweet something he quite enjoys.

"So, you like coffee now ?"

Oscar shakes his head slightly and put his cup back down, biting into the pastry and enjoying the way it seems to melt on his tongue, the buttery treat washing away the bitter taste of his drink. Lando seems way too happy, a mischievious grin playing on his lips as he stares at him, a barely hidden giddiness in his attitude.

"Well, you sure made an impression on them, Pastry boy."

Before Oscar even has the time to argue with him about the choice of nickname, he gives him a little paper, the receipt. He lifts an eyebrow in confusion and take it, immediately choking on his food when he reads what's written in small letters, stains of cocoa almost hiding them.

"Text me if you'd like to taste other coffees, I'd be enchanted to make them for you :)"

"Uh... they must really like making coffee."

Lando slaps his forehead and sighs in despair, fixing him with an annoyed glare.

"That's their way of asking you out, dumbass."

Well, he's definitely going to like coffee now.

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fluff #f1 #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fluff