#dej blurbs

[jeagerism]

from the 200 dialogue prompts : fluff 8 + 34 w peter parker 🤧🤧

eeee ok! welcome to the two times you tell peter a pick up line, and the one time he surprises you.

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You realise you have a crush on Peter Parker sophomore year. Specifically, end of sophomore year, on the day the whole school gets their yearbooks.

The hallways are full of students, yearbooks open to the three pages dedicated to signatures - right between the sponsors and the baby pictures most parents had sent in. Your pages are bare, aside from MJ's loopy handwriting and the freshman from your PE class. 

"Hey." The locker door next to yours opens, and Peter peeks his head around it a few seconds later. He's grinning, yearbook under his arm.

You hum, closing your locker and leaning against it. "Hi."

"Do you, um...will you sign my-my yearbook?"

Peter's a friend, someone you've known since middle school. Someone who you've had every english class with since you were twelve, someone that sat by you during lunch on your first day because he'd seen you eating alone. Peter is a friend, and friends sign each other's yearbooks.

"Sure", you hold yours out, "you can sign mine, too."

Peter pauses, and then reaches into the pocket of his backpack for two pens, shuffling closer to you. He hands you the pen with the blue cap and trades yearbooks with you.

You stare at the empty white space surrounded by other signatures, all in variations of colored ink and thickness. You could stick with the custom words of "have a great summer", signing your name below and leave it at that.

And you're going to, until you notice the way his eyelashes are so long they skim his cheeks with every blink. Or the way he smells like the cinnamon cupcakes from the bakery downtown. Or the way his hair looked really, really soft.

So, you could do what everyone else does. Or you could do something bold.

By the time you decide, Peter's already done, smiling up at you politely, waiting. You scribble down a few words, and hand his book back. When he gives you your own, you read over his words with a smile.

thanks for making english bearable this year. see you next year.

And below that, his name. You smile, and glance up just in time to see his eyes scan your own words. A blush creeps up his neck, his cheeks pink.

are you a camera? because everytime i look at you, i smile! see you this summer, peter!

But Peter smiles, and looks back up at you. "See you this summer", he breathes, and his shoulder brushes yours as he walks away.

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He kisses you for the first time on Halloween.

Another rerun of Halloweentown plays on the television, and you and Peter have already started on the extra bowl of candy you'd brought for the tricker treaters.

He's so close you can smell the cinnamon icing he'd spilled on himself earlier tonight. But you seriously do not mind, so you leave it be.

"I have a secret."

Peter raises both eyebrows, turning his head. "Yeah?" You nod, and he moves the candy bowl from his lap, facing you. His hand hovers over your own for a second, before it drops back into his lap. "Well...what is it?"

You begin to speak when you stop, wetting your lips. "I, um..." Noticing your hesitance, Peter smiles at you.

"If it makes you feel any better, I have one, too." He shrugs, "same time?"

Nodding, you look down at your fidgeting hands. In your head, telling him this had seemed a lot easier. The words had came out perfectly, and he'd reacted in the perfect way, and things were good.

But reality was never like that, so you find yourself nervous, barely able to look him in the eye. Halloweentown still plays in the background, but neither of you are paying attention to that anymore.

"On three?" Another nod. "Okay. One."

Oh god.

"Two."

This is bad. Why did I say anything?

"Three."

He's gonna hate me.

"I have a crush on you."

"I'm Spider-Man."

There's a pregnant pause.

"You're what?!"

"You have a crush on me?!" Peter throws his hands up, shaking his head from side to side. "Wait wait wait, I-"

You stand, eyes wide, heart racing. Partly from the fact that you just confessed to your crush of a year, but also because your crush of a year is fucking Spider-Man. "You're a superhero! You fight crime and wear spandex and shit!"

"It's not spandex", he objects, "and what about you! You have a crush on me! And you're just now telling me when I've been freaking out about the way I get nervous over you for two entire years!"

You suck in a breath, and then slowly slide down next to him. "Oh."

Peter gulps, sinking back in his spot. "Yeah. Oh."

And, well, here's goes nothing.

"Hey, Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I borrow a kiss? Promise I'll give it back."

So, you have your first kiss with Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man - you're still not over it - on his couch, like two middle schoolers, lips sticky with candy, over the sound of Halloweentown in the back.

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Senior year creeps up on you faster than expected, so due to this, you dedicate the last week of summer break to hanging out with Peter.

"Stop moving."

You huff, flopping onto your side and brushing hair out of your face. "I can't fall asleep."

Peter's eyes are closed, cheek smushed against the pillow. "I can." He slings an arm across your waist, and tugs. You make a startled noise, pulled into his chest, nose skimming the skin of his neck. He hums, nosing your hair. "There we go. Sleep."

You wait a few minutes, his body slowly relaxing again, breaths slowing as he falls back asleep. Reaching underneath the pillow for your phone, you check the time. 1:37 A.M. You sigh, unlocking it and opening Instagram.

1:55 A.M.

"Turn your brightness down." It's the fifth time he's asked, he knows this, because each time he's asked, it's gotten significantly brighter.

You look up from your phone. "Female penguins have sex with other males to get stones for their nests." The dazed look he gives makes you smile.

"Okay?"

"Mhm." Going back to your phone, you scroll for a few minutes longer before you break away from him, stretching out on your back. "I am bored, Peter Parker."

He sighs, shaking the blanket from his shoulders and propping himself up. "Sleep. Please. So tired. Nearly two in the morning. Stuff to do tomorrow."

"But I'm not tired, dipshit."

"Oh my god." He lets his head fall back to the pillows with a groan.

You glance over at him. "You could stay up with me and ease my boredom." Your tone is hopeful, and his eyes sleepily flutter open. "Please", you stretch out the word.

"Okay, sure." He's nearly asleep again as he says this.

"Okay."

"Yep." His voice gets softer.

2:30 A.M.

You cross your arms, staring down at his sleeping face with a bored expression. He'd fallen asleep awhile ago, but you'd been too enamoured with photos of baby animals to notice.

"Peter."

His nose scrunches, and he rubs his cheek against the pillow. Rolling your eyes, you call his name again, getting nothing more than a twitch of his cheek. You lay down beside him, cuddling up to him. His arm finds it's place around you again, fitting you against him.

With a smile, you tangle your legs in his.

"Why are your feet so cold?" He huffs out the words, shoulders rising to his ears. His eyes open to meet yours, and he looks so clearly exhausted that guilt ebbs at your chest.

You snuggle closer to him. "Sorry", you whisper, pressing your lips to his jaw in apology. "You can sleep now. Won't bother you."

Peter shakes his head. "You're still not gonna sleep." He cups one of your cheeks in his hand, "you okay, sweetheart?" At your nod, he explains himself more. "Like...nothing going on? Nothing you wanna talk about?"

You smile. "I just can't sleep, that's all. Promise." He rubs his thumb across your cheekbone. "I don't know why, it's just been bad recently, I guess."

He doesn't say anything to this, but he holds you a little tighter.

2:47 A.M.

"Hey, honey?"

You blink up at him. "Yeah?", your eyes feel the tiniest bit heavier.

"You don't need keys to drive me crazy." He kisses the crown of your head after this, tucking your head back under his chin. Your eyes fall shut at the feeling, cheeks warm at his line. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Peter."

4:41 A.M.

His eyes open, still heavy with sleep. They land on you.

You're knocked out cold.

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[greatpretending]

ahem sam holland totally loves the raint days when its just him and his s/o, cuddling and against the world, facing it together so

Okay Soft Boy Sam fucking loves rainy days. He loves opening the windows and listening to it fall. He loves when you wear one of his sweaters and the two of you curl up with warm apple cider in front of the fire, listening to soft music and talking. He loves talking to you. He loves listening to you laugh and being the one to put a smile on your face. He loves when you both finish your cider, discarding the mugs on the coffee table and tangling your fingers together.

Sam Holland loves rainy days, but he somehow loves you even more.

Blurb Night!

[hollandroos]

Build Me Up (Buttercup)

My imagines ❀ My series 

Summary: Tom receives a knock at his door at half-past one am from his bruised and bloodied best friend. 

Prompts; “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” (This was requested as a blurb but I got carried away)

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: Mentions of physical fights, blood and drinking 

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Tom hardly seemed to sleep as of late. He was always typing emails to someone, working on one project or another or chasing after one of his friends. He didn’t seem to mind – especially when it came to seeing to his friends. If they needed him, he was there.

All he needed was coffee and a nap the next day. 

But he didn’t expect the shrill ringing of his front door to flood the apartment at one twenty-six am. At first, he ignored it. Thinking it was a prank from neighbouring teens he shoves the nearest pillow over his head right after glancing at his phone only to see a few texts from Harrison and a game request from one of his brothers. 

But when it rings for the third time he hauls himself out from beneath the sheets, groaning as the cold autumn air hits his bare chest. A shiver runs down the brunette's spine – one that makes him want to climb back into bed but Tessa had already rolled onto his spot, taking place where he once lay. He trusts that she’d shield the warmth until he got back from – most likely – warning off angsty teens at half-past one am.

Tom had to get to ‘em before Mary Jane across the street did with her bat.

Sighing, he pads out to the front door nearly tripping over clothes that long-needed washing and dog toys that he swears Tess lay in the hallway. Tom was totally one to curse but cricky – something about stepping on a chew toy in the dark makes him have to bite down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. This prevents him from yelling out a string of curses that’d make the neighbours hide their 6-year-old boy from Tom for the remainder of their lease. 

Right outside the door, facing the bitter seasonal air stands you. 

You slip your lip between your teeth right before tasting the crimson blood on your tongue. it’s gross - the taste reminds you of when you were in fourth grade and tripped and fell on your face. And when you had that dental operation in sixth. 

You release it, screwing your face up instantly in disgust. By now the blood had probably stained the area around your mouth and beneath your nose, the bruising had probably painted your torso shades of purple and blue. Surely you looked a right mess, without a doubt. And you were tired too – so tired that you could sleep on the patio with Toms glass garden gnomes and the hedgehogs that visited every now and then.

You were cold too, the tips of your fingers numb and toes painfully so in your party heels. The dress you were wearing hardly did anything. You didn’t even have a coat. 

Tom opens the door a crack, opening it fully when he sees you standing there but through that crack, one merely a few inches he doesn't see the extent of your injuries… or any of them. It’s not until the door is fully open that he feels his chest ache and questions begin to plague his mind.

“Holy shit– what…” Tom eyes you up and down, mouth falling open in shock and his knuckles tighten around the front door. Surely it’d splinter, that's how hard he was gripping it. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head, wincing when the pain hits. “No.”

In any other situation you would’ve pointed out that he was damn near naked and if it wasn’t so dark out then little Mary Jane next door, the elderly who was always out doing her lawn would’ve been scarred. But in any other situation, you wouldn’t be standing on his doorstep drunk and pained. 

“Then why are there bruises all over your face?” Tom says it a little more aggressively then he means too, with an almost hoarse tone. But he feels all traces of still being tired – whatever was left, slowly float away. That exhaustion turns into and in fact– fuels his anger. 

You look broken, both physically and mentally and hardly able to even hold yourself up and with that realisation, he steps aside to let you hobble in. You hold yourself up with little energy, leaning against the wall to stop yourself from tumbling. Feeling as weak as you look, you want to ask for a glass of water or a blanket but all that comes out of your mouth is a string of words recalling the last hour. 

“I was at that bar down the street and I got in a fight with this girl who thought that I was flirting with her boyfriend but really I was just asking him if I could borrow his phone because I lost my own and I still might be a little drunk–”

“Did you drive here?” Tom interrupts, checking if you were still holding your car keys. He doesn’t see any - and he doubts that even drunk you’d do something that stupid. But still, he has to check. 

You shake your head, strands of hair sticking to your bloodied face. “No– no, of course not. I walked–”

“You walked?! Y/N, It’s like one am what the fuck?” Tom throws his arms over his head, raising his voice to the distaste of his poor neighbours. Tom hated the thought of you walking down the streets of London by yourself, drunk and cold. without a phone nor a companion. He would’ve walked you home in sweats and slippers if it meant you weren’t alone.

It leaves a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. One that hadn’t seemed to leave since the very second he saw your broken form. It only escalated when you told him the story. Tom swears that if the feeling gets any worse he’ll quite literally throw up – hopefully on the patio and not the new, four hundred dollar rug in the middle of the living room. 

“Relax, I’m okay. Besides, I think after tonight I’ve learnt that I throw a pretty mean punch.” You try your best to smile, wincing as you pull on the cut on your lip. “If you think this is bad you should’ve seen her.”

It’s a lie. You’re in way worse shape then the other girl but don’t say that out loud. At least not tonight. Usually, Tom would’ve been able to see right through your lies – after many years of friendship that was compulsory but not tonight. Maybe it was the alcohol that allowed you to lie to him so easily. Maybe your best friend was just more concerned with the bruises that littered icy skin to notice the tale tail signs of you slipping in a little dishonest information. 

Tom rests a hand on your cheek, assessing the bruises. “Your eye is bruising pretty badly and your lip is split.”

“You should see my ribs.” You snort, words still a little bit slurred. 

With wide eyes and a heart that skips not one– but possibly Tom beats, your tired best friend lets out an exasperated gasp.“What!”

“Relax, it’s not that bad.”  

By morning, you’d regret the shots you took one after the other and dancing on tables like no one was watching (in reality… everyone was watching) and you’d probably regret causing your poor best friend enough stress to give him a heart attack. Silently, you’d regret trying to fight back with the drunk girl and you’d regret not taking up the bartenders offer of a couple of bags of ice and a free bottle of water to compensate. 

“Just a little… a little bit sore.” You tell Tom swallowing the blood that stains your teeth with a queasy expression. 

With that, you tug the underside of your dress up. It wasn’t anything Tom hadn’t seen before - not the injuries. You. Your body. Besides, it wasn’t hard to focus when bruises were blossoming on your torso. Appearing like daisies in spring.

“Fucking shit–”

You gasp at your friend's curses, blurting out a strong; “Language!”

“You need to go to the ER,” Tom tells you, wondering just how long you’d be able to stand on your feet for. The heels couldn’t be too comfortable.

You had long forgotten about the blisters that up until just recently, had been the causes of your wincing and whining. 

Pressing a firm finger to the boy's chest, you prepare your next statement. Keep in mind that it’s early in the am’s. The moon illuminates the city instead of the familiar glow of the sun and everyone else was curled up in their beds, shielded by layers of cotton blankets and pets that guard the doors – asleep themselves. All except Tessa. 

Yawning, you allow your eyes to flutter open and shut. Sleep sounded nice. It sounded marvellous. Sleeping next to Tom, entangled in a shirt of the boys and the familiar scent that had intertwined itself with his pillow sounded perfect.

“You need to let me sleep first.”

“Sleep after I’ve taken you to the ER.” Tom eyes you up and down, noticing the goosebumps that decorate your arms and the fact that your lips already looked a little discoloured – and not from the blood and bruises that paint your expression. “You can borrow some of my clothes so you don’t get cold. And maybe have a glass of water or two and a protein bar first.”

A pout replaces the purse that once adorned your features. “But sleep–”

“But you need to go the ER, I’m not letting you sleep when you may have a concussion and I’m most definitely not letting you go into work tomorrow.” Taking your hand carefully, Tom tangles your fingers together. It was a little thing the two of you did whenever one of you was nervous or hurt – a kind of ‘I’m here and I’m not leaving’ thing. 

Tom sighs, noticing your face fall from what looked like a combination of exhaustion and slight disappointment. He didn’t want to disappoint you – he wants you to be safe. Fully aware of the alcohol making you a little more receptive to your current overwhelming abundance of emotions, Tom shakes his head.

“Now buttercup, go sit on the couch and I’ll grab you and me some clothes and some food. We could be there for a while.”

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[bi-writes]

6 + 12 ! hi bby !

hi dej, miss you baby!

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now 12) your weaknesses as an author

oof uhm these are good questions but also kind of weird to answer. 

if i could, i think i would go back and change how blunt some of my writing was. i think when i first started writing on this blog, i took my time to really tell a story and talk about feelings and setting and all that, but sometimes when i write requests i just want to say what i want to say and yeah but im too lazy to back and fix the blurbs ive written and things like that

my biggest weakness as a writer is time management and organization. i never make outlines, i never have a plan for what im going to write, usually im just switching between watching youtube or a movie and writing and just writing down whatever comes to mind with no rhyme or reason. its the reason why i have SO MANY unfinished fics on this blog, and its the reason why you guys have never seen me complete ONE fic except for that one peter parker fic that i posted on here when i started. im terrible. 🥺

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[loverholland]

blurb night(s).

since 4th of July is coming up, which means im going to college in a month, i thought we could do a blurb night. we all know how much i love to write and do blurbs so... here we are. make sure you send everything here!

rules:

don’t be rude

don’t send racist, sexist, homophobic things into my inbox. also do not send things that romanticize self-harm, suicide, mental health. i will refuse to write them and delete or post as an example of what not to post

some of these might just sit in my inbox as a “request” because i sometimes can get a huge inspo strike with someone of these blurbs.

my favorite blurbs and aus:

spy/cia! au

royal! aus

detective! au

sport! au

theatre! au

acting! au

barista! au

bookstore! au

hogwarts! au

college! au

characters i write for:

peter parker (mcu)

tom holland

ned leeds

jacob batalon

mj

liz allen

harrison osterfield

harry holland

bucky barnes

a short tag list: @afterglowparker, @raspberryparker, @naturallytom, @dej-okay, @hollandroos

[softscottlang]

Snowed in Sleepover

We literally have a winter advisory warning, I might be stuck here all weekend

SEND ME

Cast your mutuals

Send me your thirsty thoughts!

Send me fluffy moments!

Send me blurbs!

Moodboard request

Short ships! I ship into MCU, marvel cast, Tom and Co, riverdale and Vlog Squad

Tell me about your day?

Ask me about my crush

Ask me anything!

Tagging mutuals to boost? Maybe even participate

@hollandroos @dej-okay @keepingupwiththeparkers @naturallytom @astrospideys @spideypeach @the-claire-bitch-project @madmadmilk @dtftomholland @tominhoodies @toms-order

[grussell63]

4k Celebration

As most of you know I recently hit 4k, yeah I know, unbelievable how many of you are following my mess of a blog. I asked you guys what you wanted and you decided you wanted another Blurb Night, soooo here we go, I guess. 

We’re starting as you see this and I will take requests for the whole night and hopefully will be able to finish them within the next few days! I can’t promise anything tho, just a heads up. Please send me a number if you want a little thingy with one or two of the prompts down below and any specific details and which boy you want it with. 

Since a lot of you also wanted a Writing Challenge, please feel free to use some of the prompts and submit your story or tag me in your story and I’m definitely going to reblog them! 

Oh and as most of you know I’m a sucker for mostly fluff and fuckboy, roommate or bestfriend au’s soooooo yeah, they are probably going to be pretty based around those au’s. 

So, thank you guys so much, I really appreciate it and I love all of you 💕

Prompts under the cut (I used some of these before and I liked writing with them, sooooo we’re going to use them again and there’s nothing you can do about it.):

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“We might as well have been dating the whole time.”

“You look…you look very nice. Beautiful, I mean. Damn, why can’t I speak?”

“I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”

“You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.”

“Are you really flirting with me right now?” - “Have been for the last few months, but thanks for noticing!”

“Why do you have to look at me like that? It’s making me weak, please stop.”

“Every little thing you do, makes me want to hold you forever and never let go.”

“Why are you wearing that, oh no, you need to go and change.”

“Everytime I look at you, I think I fall a little more in love.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.”

“Fuck off.” - “It’s always nice to feel wanted.”

“Fuck off, it’s three in the morning.” - “I don’t care.”

“I’m getting a divorce” - “We’re not even together?”

“It’s only stupid if it doesn’t work.”

“I hate you.” - “Why? I’m lovely.”

“I’m sorry I called you stupid, I thought you already knew.”

“You make me wish I had more middle fingers.”

“You said you wanted my honest opinion, and there you have it. You’re a dumbass.”

“I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

“I had a thought.” - “Your mother would be proud.” 

“Before you say anything, it wasn’t me. Unless it was something awesome then I totally planned the whole thing.”

“If there’s one thing I hate more than losing, it’s having it rubbed in my face. So shut the fuck up before I punch you.”

“One more word out of you and I’m duct taping your mouth shut.” 

“You’re not my favourite person today.” - “I’m not your favourite person on any day.”

“I never, ever want to hear you say that again.”

“You wanna know what I’m thinking?” - “Not really, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.” 

“I don’t know you anymore.” - “You never did.” 

“I love you.” - “You have an interesting way of showing it.” 

“I came back for you.” - “What an extraordinary waste of your time.” 

Tagging some beautiful people I love and admire so this doesn’t flop:

@iron-spiderr @cosmetologynerd @tomsfireheart @upsidedownparker @sweetosterfield @queenoflostspirits @trasholland @sweethosterfield @thommyholland @madmadmilk @starksparker @spiderboytotherescue @hollandroos @hazownsmyass @sebastiansboobear @haz-thetics @hazthediv @dtftomholland @babykaykay2000 @bidonnas @stephie-senpai @positiveparker @andwhatdostarsdobest @spxderbarnes @dej-okay @notimeforthemessenger @underoossss

[itsholymoley]

Blurb night - drinking game

So Ellen ( @rainbow-marvel ) and I are having a nice quiet night in of getting plastered and we came up with a blurb night drinking game! Don't worry, we're both over the legal drinking age and we're not leaving the house, drink responsibly kids!

Rules:

- we have a drink for every request we get ( to drink while we write it)

- you can ask for anything, I’ll be answering nsfw over at @itsholysmut 

- we're not allowed to go back and fix anything

Help us have a lit night guys🥂 Ellen's also doing this so send stuff her way too! @rainbow-marvel

Tagging some mutuals:

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Monthly Listening: October 2017

October got me digging into more new releases again. It’s hard not to with an almost overwhelming batch of promising titles coming out every week. Kelela’s might be my favorite out of them all, though there’s still some I still have yet to get to. And next month looks even more stacked. Who knows if year-end stuff will come on time.

This month’s highlights, from left to right:

Kelela -- Take Me Apart

w-inds -- Invisible

Honey Dijon -- The Best of Both Worlds

Neck Deep -- The Peace and the Panic

Daphni -- Joli Mai

DaBoii -- Young Wild N*gga

Twice -- Twicetagram

Black Sabbath -- Heaven and Hell

Autechre -- elseq

This month I wrote about Seiko Oomori’s MUTEKI, out earlier in October. If you want a little catch-up, I blurbed a bit about a few of my favorite albums from quarter three. After months of absence, I put up a new Listening column too.

Here are the albums I checked out this month.

2017 albums

Aira Mitsuki -- Pyramidal

Antwood -- Sponsored Content

Bully -- Losing

CHAI -- Pink

Circuit des Yeux -- Reaching for Indigo

Citizen -- As You Please

Colleen -- A Flame, My Love, A Frequency

The Cool Kids -- Special Edition Grandmaster Deluxe

DaBoii -- Young Wild N*gga

Future & Young Thug -- Super Slimey

Giraffage -- Too Real

Honey Dijon -- The Best of Both Worlds

Ibeyi -- Ash

Jana Rush -- FACT mix 623

Jessie Ware -- Glasshouse

Kaitlyn Aurelia Smith -- The Kid

Kelela -- Take Me Apart

Kelly Clarkson -- Meaning of Life

Klein -- Tommy EP

Krallice -- Loum

Levon Vincent -- For Paris

Lil Pump -- Lil Pump

Lunice -- CCCLX

Makthaverskan -- III

Midland -- Fabriclive 94

Momoka Ariyasu -- Kokoro no Oto

Moses Sumney -- Aromanticism

Motion Graphics -- Blowin’ Up the Workshop #64

Myrkur -- Mareridt

Neck Deep -- The Peace and the Panic

Necronomidol -- Dawnslayer EP

Neel -- Calcata EP

NU’EST W -- W. Here

Odd Eye Circle -- Max & Match EP

Pan Daijing -- Lack

P-Lo -- FACT mix 620

Sayaka Yamamoto -- Identity

Shigeto -- The New Monday

St. Vincent -- MASSEDUCTION

Steffi -- World of the Waking State

Taemin -- Move

Tokimonsta -- Lune Rouge

Trippie Redd -- A Love Letter to You

Twice -- Twicetagram

The Weather Station -- The Weather Station

Wen -- Carve + Gaze EP

w-inds -- Invincible

Wolf Alice -- Visions of a Life

Worriers -- Survival Pop

The World Is a Beautiful Place and I’m No Longer Afraid to Die -- Always Foreign

X.Y.R. -- Labyrinth

Yeule -- Coma EP

Young Dolph -- Thinking Out Loud

Youngboy Never Broke Again -- Ain’t Too Long

Zaytoven -- Where Would the Game Be Without Me 2

Non-2017 albums

Autechre -- elseq 1

Antwood -- Virtuous.scr

Black Sabbath -- Heaven and Hell

Bomi -- A_B

Dej Loaf -- #AndSeeThat’sTheThing EP

Godflesh -- A World Lit Only by Fire

Hump Back -- Yoru ni Nattara

Ichiko Aoba -- Mahoroboshiya

Iron Maiden -- Powerslave

Ken Ishii -- Garden on the Palm

Kuedo -- Slow Knife

Mariah Carey -- E=MC²

Masami Okui -- Ma-KING

Ministry -- The Land of Rape and Honey

Ministry -- The Mind Is a Terrible Thing to Waste

Motion Graphics -- Motion Graphics

Mystikal -- Let’s Get Ready

Phew -- Phew

Ryuichi Sakamoto -- Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence

Seiko Matsuda -- Canary

Tentenko -- Kogyo Shohin

[jeagerism]

Number 12 with Tom? ❤️

12. Things you said when you thought I was asleep.

---

The night before Tom leaves for press for Far From Home, he throws a party.

It's big, big enough that the line for the bathroom stretches all the way down the stairs, and people have moved out to the balcony for extra room.

Which you expect. Tom was almost impossible to dislike, always the life of the party. He was the kind of guy you couldn't help but want to be around, the type of energy surrounding him matching his personality. So you know before you step into the apartment that you'll probably be scowering the house for him for ages.

Harrison opens the door for you with a grin, backing away from the entrance, cup in his hand. "Ah", he calls above the music and chaos, "you're finally here."

You laugh, wrapping an arm around him for a hug. When you pull back, you glance around. "Have you seen him around since the party started?"

He nods his head toward the middle of the room, "where Tom goes, the crowd will follow." It's a joke, but as you weave in between sweaty bodies to reach said boy, it becomes more and more true.

You reach the center of the crowd soon enough, the familiar sound of your best friend's loud voice meeting your ears. Tom's louder than the music, which is so like him it makes you smile.

There's people crowded around him, hanging onto his every word. Cracking another joke, he throws his head back with laughter. His eyes meet yours when he looks back down, and he's pulling you to him the next second.

The people around the two of you talk amongst themselves as Tom wraps an arm around your waist. You lean into him, smiling. "Was beginning to think you wouldn't show."

"Of course I was gonna come. It's your last night here."

He hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling away. "You're staying tonight, yeah?"

The answer you give gets cut off as another song blares from the speakers around the house, starting a chorus of yells. He's swept away from you, pulled further into the room, life of the party, just like always.

You sigh. "Always do."

---

After nearly everyone has filed out of the apartment - save you, Tom, and Harrison - and the apartment had been cleared of plastic cups and snack wrappers, you climbed into bed beside your best friend, just like every other night.

"Night", you mumbe, head sinking into the pillow next to his, shin pressed against shin.

Tom hums out his answer, and soon enough the quiet is lulling you to sleep. That is, until you feel him shift in the bed beside you, a puff of air leaving his lips.

"I'm in love with you by the way", he whispers. Every word he speaks sets your body on fire. "I've been trying to tell you all night but every time I got the chance someone wanted to show me something or ask me something or-" A frustrated breath. "I've also been terrified to do it anyways. And now it's quarter past three in the morning, I leave in two hours, and you're asleep. And I'm in love with my best friend."

You don't know if he can hear the rapid beating of your heart, but judging from how loud it is in your own ears, you wouldn't be surprised. There's no noise from you, no movement or bursts of "I'm in love with you, too."

Which you are. It's just hard to say out loud. But Tom's right. It's nearly four, he leaves soon, too soon, and he thinks you're asleep. And you're scared of what his words mean. So, you decide there's no harm in letting him keep thinking that way.

You don't sleep until right before he wakes to leave.

---

When you open your eyes the next morning, he's gone.

---

[greatpretending]

Hey everyone! Thank you so much for 4.6k followers- just a couple days after I hit 4.5 this is nuts!!

So I’m going to try another blurb night. You can either send in prompts based off of/in the same universe as my other fics, or ask for something new! AUs and tropes are encouraged! I’ll write blurbs for Peter, Tom, or Harrison!

Some might be more headcanon-y and some might be more formally written, it all depends on how your prompt inspires me.

I’m going to start writing whenever I get out of the shower, so start sending them in! If you’re worried about tumblr eating your ask (seriously it’s driving me crazy) you can send your prompt in a message and I can still post it anonymously for you if you’d like!

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[hollandroos]

Before I Go | Peter P X Stark!Reader

Summary: Inspired by this blurb I wrote last week. Tony Stark was always putting himself in harm's way but one day things finally go too far. It’s a good thing Peter is there to hold you up back, right? Wrong.

Words: 1205

Warnings: Death, angst. 

Listen to ‘Listen Before I Go’ By Billie Eilish while reading this, thank you!

Everything went grey when you lost him. And you hated grey. It was sad, bland and there were a hundred other – better colours.

It was as if there was colour one second, from the brown with hints of green that adorned Peters eyes and the traces of blue in his suit to the red of the shirt you gave your dad for father's day last year. Then there were the green sneakers he gave you when you were fourteen that were scuffed and ripped but you refused to throw out. You loved those sneakers.

Then there was grey. Ugly, dark and dreary grey. It was the colour of the sky on a rainy day that kept you pent up inside and the top of the desks at midtown high that you hated. Each to their own – they held unique doodles and gum that ranged from two days old to 6 months.

Your screams couldn’t echo in space – at least you didn’t think they could but you hadn’t thought too hard about it while fighting for the fate of humanity. Still, everyone heard. It was piercing. Heart-wrenching.

Steve heard and his heart plummeted in his chest. It landed in empty, shattered pieces across what could be gravel. Thor heard. Without a doubt, he heard and he dropped his hammer, making it fall with a heavy thud that shook the very core of whatever planet you had been fighting on. And Peter heard because he was the one next to you when it happened, holding you back from losing your own life to the mad titan the same way your father just had

You watched the life leave his lips with one last breath and the gentle pink of his cheeks fade into nothing.

If you’ve ever seen the life leave someone then you already know what happens next. The picture becomes almost engraved in the darkest parts of your mind, little parts of it remaining more vivid than others and for you, it was easily watching his deep brown eyes, the same colour of the coffee he consumed excessively become nothing more then lifeless orbs. You’d seen your father empty before, like when Pepper left him for the first time and the day he clambered home from his fight with Steve but this was something else.  

It was enough to rip your heart from your chest.

“Peter, let me go. Let me go to him.” You begged through ugly sobs. He winced at how scratchy and desperate your voice sounded – like you were running out of air, but instead of air, it was your desire to keep up the fight.

Peter swallows, waiting for Tony to move– to somehow come back to life but it won’t happen. Not ever, because he’d seen the older mans neck snap. He’d heard the snap and he swore he felt it too. He felt the ground ripple beneath him when it happened and maybe nothing would ever be the same. That sickening fucking snap would be the source of all of his nightmares for god knows how long. It would ring louder then any David Bowie song he could play on his iPhone and taste worse then any broccoli May could try and force him to eat at dinner.

In his arms, you struggle and fight against him like he was the enemy. You kick and hit and through teary eyes you curse. And Peter would admit that it hurt– not your fighting but the fact that he swore he could feel your heart shattering more with every empty second that passed.

“I can’t… please, Y/N, I can’t.” He struggles, watching the others take down the titan that’d taken the life of their beloved but with a rage larger then life itself.

Peter wanted to be out there too, but if Tony Stark couldn’t defeat him then neither could Peter, he could admit that now. Peter would probably stumble up on his own two feet or struggle to see through glazed over eyes. He’d lose his own life and he couldn’t – not when he’d promised May that he’d come home.

For the first time in a while, Peter was able to admit that he was still a kid, and the struggling girl in his arms was the same. He holds onto you like his life depended on it which it probably did. However, the suit that clings to your body is a brutal reminder that you can fight for yourself but Peter couldn’t have you getting killed too. Not now. Maybe it was selfish – maybe he was just keeping you alive.

Keeping you alive – because he couldn’t keep the other Stark alive.

Maybe he was keeping the promise he made Tony the last time he almost died.

“God fucking dammit, Pete! Let me go.” You screech with so much might. Your throat aches. It burns with so much rage and sadness and desperation. Peter feels all of it – though maybe that’s just his own.

And as the seconds ticked by, the tightening in your throat increased and you needed an escape. The elastic, emerald green suit had never been so suffocating. You had never wanted to tear the thing from your body as much as you did then.

“I can’t do that, baby.” He says softly, choking back the hurt.

You’re seeing grey. It’s envelopes your vision. Your brain. Clouding your heart.

Endless thoughts are consumed with getting to your dad because he looks alone and he hated being alone, despite him never admitting it but you knew because you hated being alone too. It was a Stark thing. Maybe that’s why you say what you do next, spitting the harsh words between salty lips.

“I hate you, let me go!”

I hate you.

But you could never hate him.

He hates himself.

“I can’t.” The words are forced, surely more gentle then he had initially anticipated and there’s only a dull chance you heard.

And over the ringing of your ears, you didn’t.

Peter had held you plenty of times before. There was the time he held you in the back of the school library when you both had a free period and you were drifting off in his arms after three days without sleep. Then there was the time he snuck into your room without your dad's knowledge and wrapped himself up in between cotton sheets. How could you nearly forget the time you got snowed in at his apartment and had to stay the night in his tiny bed built for merely one body?

But this time was different because Peter had never held you back before. He’d always encouraged you to leap into the unknown and explore your abilities and skills but now he held you back – he held you back from ripping the head off of the mad Titan and he held you back from avenging your father's death. For the first time ever, his grip felt suffocating. 

Peters arms no longer felt safe. It was the one place you had always felt safe and now? Nothing.

You feel hollow.

Sorry can't save me now Sorry I don't know how Sorry there's no way out

Part 2

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[jeagerism]

NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOUR TOM

i wrote a whole fucking scene for this and shirblr deleted it and didn't post it because it fucking suCKS ASS. anyways, back to ur regularly scheduled programming lol im mad

---

"I love you."

It's quiet, as are the words spoken by the boy to your left. You know you're meant to hear them. The only problem is that you don't know what to do. You're frozen, rapidly beating heart and sweaty palms. "Did you..."

He's tracing the lines on the palm of your left hand, and he doesn't falter as he says it again. "Say 'I love you'? Yes."

Things in your relationship have always been taken one step at a time. A first kiss, your first date, telling your parents, dealing with the awkwardness of having family dinners and it being different. But you don't know how to take this one step at a time anymore.

There's a half of you that's jumping for you, screaming to yourself to say it back. Then another half that's retreating back into its shell, a safe space of whispered sweet nothings and stolen kisses in the hallways and holding hands in the private walls of your bedrooms.

This was big. This meant more and more was scary. Because Tom, your next door neighbour, the boy who had always just been, your ride to school, the boy who used to tease you for the Twinkle Toes you'd wear to school in 5th grade, yet got in his first fight for you when some kid picked on you for the same thing...loves you. In a new way. In a way that made your heart do things it had never done before.

"You're in your head, aren't you?"

"I'm just...thinking? Processing? I..." This is Tom for crying out loud. Tom that buys you ice cream after a bad day and puts up with every new obsession you have anr who never asks for anything back in return. Tom who's just always been good.

Tom who had kissed you for the first time while you had water dribbling down your chin, who had taken you on your first date to a Build A Bear because you'd always wanted to go. The Tom who you're totally, terrifyingly, horribly in love with.

"I think I love you, too." You blink. "I do love you. I'm like, in love with you. But not just because you love me, I...I'd love you even if you didn't love me back-I...I love you."

The breath he lets out is louder than your previous thoughts. "God, you scared me. I thought you were going to freak out on me. Or throw a shoe at me again."

"That was one time, doofus!"

"Still hurt, stupid!" But he smiles at you, the brightest and purest smile you've ever seen, and kisses you right there, on the same couch you'd watched Saturday morning cartoons on. One hand on your cheek and the other still tracing the lines of your palm.

"I love you, stupid."

"Love you, doofus."

[jeagerism]

A conceot: You and Tom trying to have your first kiss but you keep giggling right before your about to do it be ause youre so nervous, so you end up giving each other shy, giggly kisses between fits of laughter

god this is so cute i can't take iT.

---

You'd planned it all out.

Which seemed a little dorky, but that's exactly what you and Tom were, so it worked. You planned your first kiss. The time both of you would be home, where it would happen, even who would lean in first.

However, following that plan seemed to be the tough part.

The two of you are sat in your living room, blankets and pillows all over the floor. A movie plays in the background, but neither of you had really paid that much attention to it. You'd both decided it was time. But when it came to it, there was one problem.

"Stop", you manage to say, "laughing!" Another giggle bubbles from deep inside you. This in turn makes Tom giggle as well, pink cheeks and fumbling hands pressed against the skin of you hips.

"Okay, okay", he breathes, leaning forward - not what you'd planned. Your heart jumps to your throat.

"Tom?"

His honey colored eyes meet yours, as he giggles again. "I've got it, okay? I've got you." A nod towards you, and you relax. "Close your eyes." You do ask he asks without second thought. The quiet around you is nerve wracking.

You feel his lips press against your cheek. He switches to your other one, then your eyelids. Laughing again, you feel heat rise to your cheeks. "Tom, what're-"

"I'm trying to be spontaneous!" You can feel the chuckle that flutters past his lips. He waits a few seconds before he continues his journey, kissing all over your face. Chin, nose, between your eyes, forehead. Until he's covered every inch of skin on your face. However, he doesn't kiss your lips.

Leaning back, he laughs. "See? Spontaneous."

You hum, a goofy smile taking up your face. You bring a hand up to his cheek, and his eyes flutter closed. Returning his affection, you lean forwards as well.

You start with his nose, moving over to his cheeks. You kiss the cluster of freckles laid out amongst the smooth skin, like stars. Tom laughs, shoulders shaking with the force of it. "Oh?" But you stay silent, a reassuring hand grasping his. For both of you. Your lips travel down to his chin, briefly kissing the very corners of his mouth, before moving back up to press a final kiss to his forehead.

When you sit back, he's smiling at you with his teeth. "God, you make me feel..." He shakes his head. You titter, and he glares. "Don't laugh at me, I'm confessing my undying love, obviously!" Which does nothing to stop your laughter. It only gets louder, until he's joining in and pulling you towards him. Your stomach is hurting and you have tears in your eyes as he giggles once more before softly bringing his lips to yours.

He pulls away after a few seconds, both of you letting out little chuckles against each other's lips. "I really like you. Even if you are a total dork."

"Ha-"

"Stop laughing!"

[jeagerism]

Tom Holland blinking slowly to see you next to him with a small smile (Highkey need cuddles 24/7)

"G'morning, sleepyhead."

The pitter patter of rain on the windows pulls him from his sleep, heavy eyelids opening to see your face smiling over at him. He grumbles, an arm reaching out to pull you closer to him.

"Tom", you laugh, face falling into the crook of his neck, warm breath against his skin. "It's already noon-"

The rumble of thunder cuts you off. "S'not like we're going anywhere today." He snuggles his face deeper into the pillow, sighing. "Jus' lay with me." His eyes open once more. "Please."

Rolling your eyes, you relax in his hold. "Fine. But we're getting up at least once today."

"Mkay."

"And you have to watch Grey's Anatomy with me later."

"Anythin' for you."

His voice is already softer, trailing off, until he's sleeping again, legs tangled with yours.

[jeagerism]

soft! tom holland concept: you stop him on the street to ask him if you can pet tessa and he is absolutely starstruck because he thinks you are very pretty and kind and he can feel himself grow more nervous by the second

"Excuse me? I know this is probably weird and you have every right to say no but...can I pet your dog?"

"Yes." Tom's pretty sure he's never agreed so quickly to something. "Yes, uh, yeah of course." He watches you crouch down and scratch between Tessa's ears, cooing. God you're pretty. He doesn't tell you this.

"What's her name?"

"Tessa", he murmurs, smiling at the absolute joy on your face. He can tell she likes you just as much as you appear to like her, licking your hands, ears perked. You stand, brushing your hands off on your jeans.

"Thank you! She's the sweetest."

Tom shrugs, grinning. "Yeah. I'm, um, I'm Tom, by the way." He holds out a hand, nervous. You take it with a smile of your own, and your eyes have captured him.

"M' Y/N. It was nice to meet you, Tom." You look down at the blue staffy by his feet. "And you, Tessa." Waving goodbye, you turn to leave when he speaks again.

"Hey, uh...would you like to have dinner sometime?"

Your eyebrows raise.

"For Tessa's sake, of course. She seems to like you a lot. Would be a shame if she never saw you again." He rubs the back of his neck, wincing. Cheeks burning, he wets his lips.

"For Tessa." Your voice is teasing as you take his phone and put your number in. "I'll see you later, Tom."

"Yeah...later."

He's already waiting for later.