#anyways i've gotta stop myself now while this is still just about the pins

[galacticlamps]

(or 1993 & 1973, depending how you look at it)

one day I'll look at charles' coat and not see lockwood's jacket. not today tho.

[tspud-whiteboard]

Update 2023-06-27

Hello world! Thanks again to everyone who's submitting, filling those boards with LIFE! You're all doing fine, no worries! By the way, even if the format you submit isn't quite the 300x400px space your artwork will inhabit eventually, I can generally resize and bend things into shape just fine! I'll only come back at'cha if I really, really, REALLY can't figure out a way to fit everything without cutting off important bits, after all, I DO want your submission to look the best it can be! Submission Deadline - End of June - almost here, by the way! Starting July the 1st, I will begin to put together those final files. This will, however, take a week or so, so if you can't quite make it and your submissions are a few days late (I've also heard there's some strange concept called "finals" going on for a certain percentage of population)... DO NOT FRET. I'd rather you take your time, do the important stuff first and then send in a picture or two or four that you really are happy with. Hey, I'm an artist, too. I'm well aware that the true definition of "deadline" is "a few days past the deadline". However, please consider this: As I wait for the rest of the submissions from the void beyond time, I will not sleep. I will not rest. I will not have my daily cup of coffee. I will SUFFER. Sure, nothing's stopping me from sleeping or drinking coffee, but I'm doing this to make a statement. Do not make me suffer for too long, I get cranky. Well, seriously now, as long as the "Submit" link is there and open, we're probably good. And like I said, finishing up those files will take a week or so anyway, and until then I can continue to collect and stick submissions in with the others just the same. After that? I will change my Pinned Post and enter Hibernation Mode! But who knows, once in a while I do have to get up and do what nature commands me to (even a Blog's gotta do what a Blog's gotta do), maybe I'll check back to see if more people found this place by then and are now filled with regret that they didn't get to take part. That would be horrible. Heart-breaking! Man, I don't know if I could live with myself, all those lost souls in search for a spot on the legendary Whiteboards... *sigh*... I still need to think about this. Might do seasonal re-openings, if it turns out more people would like to join later. Especially for that Wildboard? - Oh yes, that's my codename for the board that could potentially contain any OTHER character or item or place from The Stanley Parable. - That idea did come a bit rushed, I will admit. Hang on, hang on, I probably lost you all by now. TLDR; DEADLINE END OF JUNE, very soon. If you submit a few days late, THAT'S OKAY. Finishing up those final files will take a week or so on my end, anyway. After that? We'll see. Dang. This IS a pretty amazing project, after all!

[iggurichan]

now that 2023 is over (and i didnt overslept like yesterday), i figured it was time to properly talk about my thoughts during the year. back in early march i decided that i wanted to make my art accounts more active by doing weekly drawings. honestly i thought i would've stopped after the first month, but surprisingly i kept up the weekly upload schedule up until the end of september. obviously i didnt keep up with my weekly schedule after that, but it is pretty crazy looking back on all of the drawings i did, easily the most i have done in a single year. just looking at my archive on tumblr speaks for itself when you see the content from the years.

as for what's next in this year, it's hard to say if i would keep up the weekly schedule since it probably isnt too realistic without leading to eventual burnout like last time. however, i do enjoy drawing whenever and that is something i dont want to stop doing, i just wont be too hard on myself with deadlines to avoid that same mistake like last year. i also decided that this year i want to start up a small comic that i will be doing throughout the year, obviously im not expecting a lot of people to read it but hey it would fulfill that desire i had last year of keeping my art accounts active while doing something im interested in. i havent decided how the pace of the comic will go yet and i dunno how soon i can get that started, but maybe it will start in february? dont hold me to that, i get distracted easy whenever it comes to any side project as some people might know (doesnt help that i've recently been playing granblue versus last month). also i have a few unfinished sketches i never finished last year, i dont really have any plans on finishing them, but at the very least it cant hurt to share them.

however, i also decided that weekly i'll be answering some year old questions i have in my tumblr ask inbox as a way to buffer some doodles while working on the comic. though i only have 4 or so questions to last me a month, so if you want to ask me anything (within reason), feel free to ask me anonymously if you want to ask me multiple questions, i have no idea it would be you anyways. just know that your question wont be answered until february since i want to answer these really old questions first. this lets me do some fun doodles while keeping my art accounts active during drawing downtime. speaking of accounts, i still gotta post my past drawings onto bluesky, pixiv and etc, i've just been really lazy so honestly it's hard to say when those will be at the same status as my twitter and tumblr. but they'll serve as more options to show my art in the scenario that either site randomly dies one day. whenever i do update them, i'll also make a new pinned with my current accounts to reflect that as my current one was just a placeholder so my pinned wasnt a wall of text like this one is.

thanks everyone who checked out my art last year, it means a lot to me. doing drawings is a fun hobby and i enjoy looking back on the drawings i've done.

tl;dr upload schedule wont be consistent for my sanity, but i plan on making a comic this year, also ask me questions on tumblr to give me an excuse to do doodles weekly

[medicinemane]

Man these days just kill me, and the fact my grandma just pissed me off one two many times kind of took a lot out of me too

Just... it sounds like nothing with any of these incidents in isolation, but the more I string together (knowing that I've straight up forgotten 99% of them over the years), the more it really shows a pattern

Like if you have to pick just two people to pin it on why I'm as messed up as I am, my mom and her mom (throw her dad in for 3rd place) and that's as far as you need to look. With my mom there's text book neglect, and with my grandma there's eternal belittling and the total refusal to respect boundaries, purposefully not listening at every turn

Cause I gotta ask, who literally bakes a cake just to trick a literal child because they're salty that the kid is "picky" cause they don't like bananas. You can't tell me that's a sane action, and you can't tell me that's anything but intentionally disregarding the simplest of boundaries

So yeah... not sure I have anything actionable to do with this info yet but there it is

Oh, and I never even in all of this brought up what a controlling person she is

Like she's one of those people who wields money and guilt like a cudgel. As a small child I understood the phrase and concept of "strings attached" cause I knew that was how everything from those grandparents came

My mom would basically trade time with me for money, her parents would constantly guilt her to keep her doing what they wanted. They would bitch that the phrase "guilt trip" was just psycho babble

Hell, my grandpa who at least I think liked me even if he wanted me to be totally different, the time as a little kid I was like "I don't want to talk about this, you're making me mad" was like "no one can make you mad" then acted shocked when I got pissed at him

Fucking constantly got stuck in car rides with him, which he basically used as a way to have a captive audience while he harangued me about whatever shit he was fixated on that day. Sometimes it was a nice ride, usually it was a lecture

Then one time when I'd actually started reading (but not a book he cared about) he insisted I do this history lesson with him, and I'm like... once I finish this chapter

No, now. He follows me through the trailer insisting all the way back to my room, and I go into the bathroom which was one of those open ones, and he's standing outside not letting up, and I'm slapping at and kicking the walls saying "leave me alone" and my foot goes through the flimsy innerwall of the trailer and he was shookth to the core in terror (for guilt, I mean he was a huge guy and I was 12, he wasn't scared of shit)

Anyway, that's off topic. On topic is that the real reason my grandma hated me getting the house is that it meant I cut off some of her control of my mom. She couldn't threaten to stop paying and make my mom move in with her like she'd constantly do (she never knew I'd moved out of the trailer, she thought she was threatening me too, but my dad was paying a sanity tithe for me in the form of rent money)

And petty too, my dad bought me a Thomas the Tank Engine board game, they decided they'd bought it for me. When my grandpa came over to help my mom clean up the trailer, he'd just throw out stuff he didn't care about, which is where my copy of Space Hulk and Green Things From Outerspace went (really cool game with really cool art... I should find another copy)

Anyway... like I said, maybe it just give some context as to why I don't really hold much opinion for myself, cause my whole childhood I was basically told what a fuck up I was and all the ways I needed to do shit different, and my whole teen years my grandpa had dementia from the stroke and then was gone, but my grandma keeps it up to this day

Just gets tiresome you know, and with my mom it's like, you feel duty, you fucking go. Why you drag me along? I don't like the lady, I don't think of her as family, still fucking using me as a sacrifice

(Did I mention the time my grandpa told me "sometimes we have to make sacrifices" cause I didn't want to do something around my grandma cause I knew she hated me? Looking back on it, old man no one in the family made more sacrifices then that kid, y'all were always asking him to sacrifice to me you happy, every last one of you. Dad's parents not so much, though they're not flawless, but mom's side wanted nothing but sacrifices)

(Then my grandma has the gall to say I'd have turned out right if they'd just been able to be the ones to raise me. Fuck nuts, you fucked up both your children, the fuck makes you think you'd do any better with me?)

Just tiresome, and she acts like I'm bad with money, like those grandparents aren't the two worst people with money I've ever known. I got a house in 2019, they got one in like the 70's, we're not the same. You couldn't get shit these days cause you're idiots

Grandpa once spent $1000 trying to get my dad's name off the trailer (which was only there cause my grandparents wouldn't cosign it so my dad had to). He was obsessed with it even though my dad didn't give a shit, and in 2020 when time came to get rid of it... my dad just signed the dotted line and got nothing (like me, cause despite all my work the trailer was worthless thanks to my mom destroying it, best we could do was get someone to take it as is for free, and my grandma bitched we'd been taken for a ride)

Just fuck that family, they're such shit, all of them. My uncle's alright, but still a fuckhead in various ways, my mom's way better than she used to be, but fucked me up too bad for me to ever be close or even able to tolerate her

I don't know... there's no such thing as closure talking about this. It's on going, it is what is, and I probably won't be free of it till they die, which I don't look forward to exactly but it's probably true

Probably can't break free, but at least I can not fuck anyone up the same way. Preferably just die myself already, but that seems like a hassle right now, so I'll go to bed soon instead

Just what a bunch of selfish assholes they all were, and are if they're here. Fuck it, I'm not really good enough, I'm not lovable and never will be, but at least I'm not a controlling asshole and try and make the people around me feel valuable instead of worthless

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

"A drunk villain topping a sober yet submissive hero?🙏"

Request #9

Warning: nsfw.

A fun little idea! This is also the last request from my old blog's inbox, which I'm glad about because my current inbox is already filling with new requests. (Keep 'em coming tho! I love your ideas!💖)

I also gotta say, I've been on fire recently! I've been writing so much I got drafts saved and ready to be posted! Hopefully, I don't jinx myself here lmao.

Anyways, enjoy! ^^

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Hero weaved through the crowd of criminals, wine glass in hand, as they kept an eye out for their target. They have been sent out on a mission by Organization. They were to find Villain, capture them, and at last bring them to justice.

The hero was currently at a ball being held by Supervillain. Their disguise consisted of state-of-the-art technology forming a hologram over their entire body, making them look like Other Villain, with whom Villain is on good terms. Combined with a voice changer, they would no doubt fool the villain and catch them off guard.

Hero's plan was pretty basic. They were going to find Villain, drag them off somewhere away from the party, pin them down, and cuff them.

"Simple, but effective." - they thought to themself. The hero's only issue now was that they still had no idea where the hell Villain was-

"Well, hello~." - a voice slurred from behind Hero, and before they could even turn around, an arm hooked around their shoulders, and Villain's ugly mug was right in their face.

Getting into character, the hero responded, "Ah, Villain! It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Mmm, sure has. Hey, how's about we... make up for lost time, eh?" - the villain asked, leaning even closer to the disguised hero's face, running a finger down their jawline suggestively. The smell of alcohol wafting off them made Hero's eyes sting, but they played along nonetheless, "Well... I don't see why not~."

"Oh, this is perfect." - Hero thought. They have been preparing for this for weeks. They had to catch Other Villain a few weeks back, just so that they could pull this off. And out of all possible outcomes, this was the best and most convenient one.

"But perhaps let's go somewhere more... private." - the hero suggested, dragging Villain along down a nearby hallway. The other did not resist, letting 'Other Villain' pull them into a random bedroom as they drunkenly giggled to themself.

Hero locked the door behind them, and before Villain could react, they grabbed their arms and pinned them down on the side of the bed, turning off their disguise.

Villain looked surprised, then confused, and then something seemed to click in their head.

"Oh, my. Hero, if you wanted to have some fun that badly, you could have just asked~."

It was the wrong thing that clicked. Hero's face heated up at the other's words. They found themself at a loss. And in their surprise failed to realize that their hold on the villain had loosened.

Villain, drunk out of their mind, somehow noticed their slack hold, and before the hero knew it, their positions had switched. The villain was on top of them, pinning their arms above their head and grinning down at them, their bodies pressed against each other.

And as their crotches brushed, Hero's face turned beet red. They couldn't stop a shudder from running through them as the villain whispered in their ear, "So, how about it, Hero~? Wanna play~?"

The hero tried to stutter out an answer but found that they couldn't. They looked for a possible way out, and to their surprise, noticed that Villain's grip wasn't as strong as it could be. They have been pinned down by the other plenty of times in the past during their fights, so they knew that they could easily escape right now.

...

But did they want to?

Hero could feel their blood rushing down to their sex as the villain rubbed against them. They knew they shouldn't be letting this happen, but... Villain just looked so hot like this. And their touch was making the hero want more.

"F-Fine, let's play." - the villain only giggled in reply and locked their lips together, kissing hard and with need. The feeling distracting the hero's senses. They inhaled sharply as the other's grip suddenly increased. Have- Have they been pretending to be weakened?!

Hero could not escape anymore, and honestly...

...they didn't mind in the slightest.

As their kiss continued, Villain dragged the hero to the middle of the bed. Releasing their wrists, they ran their hands down Hero's chest and then began unbuttoning their shirt. In their drunken state, however, they struggled and tore the shirt open out of annoyance.

Hero whined a bit at the sight of the loose buttons flying and decided to ruin the other's shirt the same way. They went to grab the fabric and tear it off the other, only to have their hands pinned at their sides.

A "Tsk, tsk." sounded in their ear as Villain scolded them, "You don't get to touch me unless I say so." - the sudden chiding caught the hero off guard, and they couldn't stop the pit that grew in their stomach from the villain assuming control.

"Understand~?" - Villain asked, their lips brushing against the shell of Hero's ear, eliciting a small gasp from them. A wave of pleasure shot through them as the other nibbled on their earlobe.

"Y-Yes." - the hero managed to mutter out, somehow already breathless. Barely anything has happened yet, so why were they freaking out so much?! Why did- Why did it feel so... good to be below Villain like this?

Was it just the danger of letting their nemesis have control over them? The adrenaline of being at their mercy?

The excitement of being so close together?

"Good~." - the villain purred above them, running their hands across every bit of Hero's torso, dragging their nails down the other's back, arching it and making a shiver travel down their spine.

The hero had to bite back a moan as the other ground against them once more. They wanted to pull the rest of Villain's clothes off but knew that they couldn't, that they weren't allowed to.

That powerlessness only served to turn them on further. Hero clawed at the plush bedsheets below them, bunching up the fine material between their fingers. The villain chuckled at the sight, leaving a trail of kisses down the other's neck. Going down their chest, they bit the hero occasionally, bruising their flesh and making them whine needly.

Villain went even lower, tugging down the hero's pants, but only slightly, not enough to reveal their sensitive genitalia. They left even more kisses on them, licking their skin, making Hero inhale shakily and wonder what the villain's tongue would feel like just a little bit lower.

That pondering only worsened as Villain forced their legs apart and mouthed them through their pants, teasing the hero, who this time couldn't help the moan that slipped past their lips.

Hero tried to grab the other's head on instinct. They wanted to keep them there, for that sweet feeling to continue but stopped themself halfway, remembering how the villain forbade them from touching them. They grasped at the bedsheets once again, knuckles hurting from their hard grip.

"Good hero~." - Villain praised, making the hero blush even more, as they turned their head to the side, trying to hide and smush it into the pillows. Their face, however, was back on full display within seconds as the villain suddenly pulled their pants down further and took Hero into their mouth.

The hero couldn't stop the curse that left them alongside Villain's name, which they began to moan louder the more the villain licked and sucked at their privates. The feeling of the other's teeth teasingly dragging down them made Hero's back arch again, and the threat of Villain being able to bite down on them made their insides twist.

They whimpered as the villain suddenly pulled away from them, only to swallow the lump that had formed in their throat as the criminal stripped themself of their remaining clothing, revealing themself to the hero lying below them.

"Like what you see~?" - Villain asked, giggling. The alcohol in their system still making them giddy. Hero could only stare at them, impossibly red in the face as they answered, breathless, "Yes."

The villain leaned forward, once more looming over the other, and the hero whined at the sight, pleading, "V-Villain, please can I touch you? Please, I- I want to touch you, please."

"Aww, begging already?" - the villain teased, taking hold of Hero's hips and positioning themself against them. The hero went to beg more, but only a mixture of a moan and a whine left them as Villain slid into them without warning.

The villain's pace was slow and surprisingly steady, considering how drunk they were. Hero held onto the bedsheets like their life depended on it. They wanted to touch the other so, so badly.

Villain leaned down and caught their lips in a light kiss, running their hands up the hero's sides, making them squirm. A gasp left Hero as the villain hit them in the right spot. The other grinned and pushed against it, again and again, thrusting in quickly and roughly, but slowly pulling out and then repeating the cycle until the hero was begging them again.

"F-Fuck! Villain, please!" - Hero yelled across the room, their mind so clouded with lust that they have forgotten all the enemies that surrounded them, all the villains and criminals alike partying just a short distance away. So many people, which wouldn't hesitate to kill them on sight.

Villain merely grinned. They could feel their orgasm coming closer and decided that they have messed around for long enough, "Hero~..."

Said hero focused on them, as best as they could anyway, and exhaled weakly as the villain's words registered in their clouded brain.

"You may touch me~."

Hero wasted no time hooking their limbs around the other. They moaned as their lips crushed together, as Villain began to pound into them without mercy.

The feeling of their skin against each other, the sheer amount of intimacy, and physical contact quickly drove the hero over the edge. And as they yelled out the villain's name, they too felt their blissful finish wash over them.

As the two began to gasp for air, slowly coming down from their high, Villain slid off of Hero, whose eyes were closed as they tried to steady their breathing.

The hero's eyes snapped open, however, at the feeling of power suppressing cuffs locking around their wrists.

"W-Wait, what is-" - they tried but were interrupted as the door suddenly burst open, and Supervillain's henchmen flooded the room, followed by their boss.

"Are you quite done yet?" - the supervillain asked Villain, an impatient look on their face that only made the villain giggle, adding to Supervillain's annoyance.

"Yeaaah, I guess I am." - the villain responded, ignoring the shocked hero beside them as they got up from the bed and approached the supervillain.

"Unless you wanna have some fun too~?" - they asked, leaning against the other criminal, still very much but-ass naked.

Supervillain only pushed them off and growled out, "Ugh, don't touch me. You smell like heroism and righteousness. Disgusting."

"Aww, but then... don't you wanna make me smell like chaos and evilness, again~?" - Villain playfully pushed, stretching their body in a teasing manner.

The supervillain only grumbled under their breath, "Oh, you stupid fucking..." before turning to their henchmen and barking out some orders at them.

The henchmen grabbed Hero and left the room. Supervillain relocked the door behind them and proceeded to drag Villain back towards the bed.

[taangmula]

Anyways while i'm posting about csh, i gotta say twin fantasy is a particularly resonant album for me b/c it's about being in a chaotic clusterfuck of love with a trans person!!!!

i spent most of last year listening to twin fantasy and crying about love and loss, about a sense of confusion about life and my place in it. my everyday life felt like i was in a movie theater and the movie was over and the credits had stopped rolling and everyone cleared out but i was still just there, sitting there in the darkness, detritus of popcorn and floors sticky with spilled soda.

my life has changed a lot since the days when those feelings were really embodied in me. i'm meeting new people, having fun, discovering myself and someone else in a relationship together. some of the interest, the turbulence, the complexity, and the worthwhile things have come back into my life over time.

but god, "when i come back, you'll still be here" still kills me every time. Not that you'll still be here, but the memory, the moment, the power of that love and its loss will still be here. Stuck in one body, stuck in one mind (which i wish was still there on the 2018 twin fantasy but hey)

i'm not sure if i'm falling in love again yet. it's been probably 4-5 years since we broke up and it's there, but not at the front of my mind any more. i think i could probably even see your face now without dying and without destroying myself, not that we ever will. but! i have things that matter to me now. things outside of the frenzied relationship we had.

i miss you and i still have your jacket - the one with all the pins on it. it's not mine, but it feels wrong to throw it away, and it would be wrong to give it back to you too, since you probably don't want to think about me ever again. so i'm just carrying it, and i probably will be for a very long time.

i won't demand anything from you again. i wish i could have done better by you, but i'm sure you're out there doing your own thing and i imagine you don't want anything from me now. the jacket is here if you want it, though

i've changed a lot. you'd still recognize me but i'm on hrt now! i'm working as a dev and i live in texas! i went on a grand adventure to france for an insane conference thing and met a lot of amazing people, and i'll be doing work on a conference for asian-americans soon! i hope you're thriving, wherever you are. i still love you, but it's a different sort of love now. i'm learning to love myself and others and i hope that you continue to heal even if we never meet again.

[4aloysius-porteu]

Tear In My Heart

pairing: kirishima eijirou x vigilante reader

wc: 1908

genre: songfic, angst, fluff

warnings: mentions of blood/injuries

tear in my heart - twenty one pilots

Kirishima

It was nighttime when I was ordered to guard in Hosu City, in patrol of villains making crimes around. Yes, I'm a certified hero now and I just finished taking down a criminal with a laser quirk, and I'm on the way to my agency to turn over him.

"That's Red Riot for you!" Tetsutetsu greeted me while the police restrained the criminal. We did their usual brofist, "You alright, bro?"

"Why woudn't I be? I'll stay here for the whole night to catch and drive the villains away."

"Anyway, Fourth Kind said you can go home now. The others and I will take over here. Get a rest, man! See you tomorrow!"

"Oh, yeah, see you!" He patted my shoulder as I left to change clothes.

Sometimes you gotta bleed to know That you're alive and have a soul

I finished changing, then I got outside and saw my friends.

"Hey, Kirishimaaaa!" Ashido and Kaminari loudly greeted.

"Hey guys! You finished in your shift? Where's Sero and Bakugou?" I asked.

"Yep! They're on the morning shift now so we won't we seeing them in this month," Ashido replied.

"Dude, your Hero name is so famous around these areas! You sure are close with people after you rescue them, I'm envious!" Kaminari said.

"Don't be, Kaminari. Maybe someday you'll get known too."

"I hope so."

But it takes someone to come around, To show you how

After a litte chitchat they bid a goodbye and I got inside my car and drove it in a moderate speed. When I stopped in the red light, I remembered something important. I haven't texted hy girlfriend for the whole time!

She's the tear in my heart, I'm alive She's the tear in my heart, I'm on fire

Crap, I hope she's not mad at me!

I grabbed my phone and my fingers typed quickly, apologizing for not talking with her. She didn't reply, which made me more worried. I sighed and continued driving.

She's the tear in my heart, Take me higher, than I've ever been

Few minutes later, I still didn't get a reply. Maybe she's really angry, so I made my way to her apartment. While driving, I smiled when I suddenly remembered the first time we met. It was a year ago, in my first hero job.

A car accidentally crashed on her while she was crossing a road, severely injuring her leg. I was on the patrol so I rushed to rescue her. I took her to the hospital and visited her everyday till she gained conciousness. And when she did, God knows how I was caught in her beauty.

The songs on the radio are okay But my taste in music is your face

Since her parents were already gone and her older brother was working overseas, I was the one who took care of her, other than the hospital nurse. We soon got closer and talked with deeper topics, like our chilhood, families, and random experiences. It was really fun to be with her.

When she got better and was able to get out of the hospital, we exchanged numbers, and texted almost every hour.

But it takes a song to come around, To show you how

I also took her on a lot of dates, before we admitted our feelings to each other and her and I became 'we'.

I was taken back to the reality by my phone beeping. At last, she replied! Although, her text is just composed of a location that was 2 blocks away from me. I decided to go since I trust her and I think she's already there.

She's the tear in my heart, I'm alive

I drove on the way but all I found was a dark alley. It was very quiet and shady, why would my girlfriend lead me here? I walked inside, but I came up with my fighting stance in case something bad happens.

"Hello? (Y/N)? Are you here?" I called.

She's the tear in my heart, I'm on fire

No response. I continued to walked, until a figure showed up above me. I fought to restrain it, but I feel like its fighting back so desperately, so I decided to back off a bit and let it pin me on the ground.

She's the tear in my heart, Take me higher, than I've ever been

It was panting hard, but still managed to restrain my wrists. I looked at its face, and when the light of the moon showed up, I instantly recognized her face.

Than I've ever been...

"K-Kirishima?" She weakly said.

"(Y/N)!" She let go of my wrists as I got up and held her in my arms, "Are you okay? Hey!"

Than I've ever been...

"I think I'm alright... but I'm glad you came."

"What happened?"

Than I've ever been...

"K-Kirishima... I'm tired. I-I can tell you when we get to your place..."

I quickly carried her to my car and laid her down for her to rest. Now, I noticed that she has wounds and bruises on her arms, and her stomach has a blood stain. I have a hunch on what happened, but I'll ask it to her later.

You fell asleep in my car, I drove the whole time But that's okay I'll just avoid the holes So you'll sleep fine

I started to drive, but the road holes makes it hard to drive properly. (Y/N) might wake up because of my recklessness, so I decided to drive slowly.

I'm driving here I sit, Cursing my government For not using my taxes To fill the holes with more cement

I observed her sleeping figure at peace before taking my focus on the road. There's a lot of road holes, I wondered where it came from, since its still fine when I passed here. Maybe its the villians' or hero's battle fault.

You fell asleep in my car, I drove the whole time But that's okay I'll just avoid the holes So you'll sleep fine

I'm driving here I sit, Cursing my government For not using my taxes To fill the holes with more cement

When I reached my house, I parked my car in my garage and carried her out of the car then inside. I laid her on the bed and get a medical kit to treat her wounds. It wasn't too deep or serious, but its many. I raised her shirt, but first I promised not to do inappropriate things, and proceeded on treating on a medium sized cut on her stomach.

Sometimes you gotta need to know That you're alive and have a soul

I covered her wounds and cuts with a clean gauze and band aids, and that's when she woke up.

"Oh, sorry to wake you up, (Y/N). You can go to sleep now. I treated your wounds now, don't worry."

I was about to stand up and get her a blanket, but she pulled me back and hugged me from behind.

But it takes someone to come around, To show you how

"(Y/N)? Is there something wrong?"

She muttered, "Stay..."

I did what she said and sat beside the bed. I sighed and asked her again.

"You're still continuing your vigilante activities, aren't you?"

She's the tear in my heart, I'm alive She's the tear in my heart, I'm on fire

"Yes."

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yes."

She's the tear in my heart, Take me higher, than I've ever been

"I'm sorry for not texting you for the whole day, but (Y/N), I told you to stay out of danger! We've been through a lot of arguments here! First off, there are strong villains scattered everywhere, and second, you don't have a Hero License, so the authorities can arrest you when they caught you! You're between the two parties, and when you mess up, none of those sides will help and rescue you!"

A sound of a slap echoed through the room.

My heart, is my armor She's the tear in my heart

She replied, sobbing, "So are you underestimating me? Do you not believe and trust my abilities? And what do you mean that none of those two sides will help? You are on the heroes' side aren't you? Won't you come and rescue me if I'm about to get killed? Will you forget me for your commitment in the Heroes' society? God damn it, Eijirou! I'm being a hero in my own way because the society rejected my ideology and ability!"

She let go of me and cried. I felt bad for making her cry, but I just had to tell those things.

"I thought you understand me, Eijirou, but now I felt that you're just the same as the others! I hate you, Eijirou! I really hate you!"

She's a carver, She's a butcher with a smile

I moved to reach her but she slapped my hand away. That didn't stop me though, I still hugged her, even if she's struggling against my grip.

"Let go of me, Eijirou! I'm leaving now!"

Cut me farther, Than I've ever been

She beat my chest multiple times, but I refused to loosen my embrace. I held her tight and forced her against my chest, trying to stop her from moving.

"I'll never let go of you, (Y/N). You know that well."

Than I've ever been...

She ceased, but she gripped the sleeves of my shirt, tugging it and continued crying in it. I patted her hair and back.

"I just said those things because... I was worried. I don't want you getting hurt. I'm sorry for being hard on your feelings, (Y/N). I'm really sorry."

Than I've ever been...

"I-I was worried too. You didn't message me for the whole day. That wasn't your habit, so I went out to find you but I messed with some villains who was breaking in the bank in my way." She managed to say between sobs.

Oh, than I've ever been...

I kissed her forehead, "I'm glad you're safe."

"But Eijirou... about earlier. Aren't you going to come to me when you're stuck in your hero work and I'm in terrible danger? Please, answer me honestly."

My heart, is my armor She's the tear in my heart

"Of course not. I promise with all my heart that you'll be my first priority. I know I'm the only one, and once I'm not around you anymore, promise me to take care of yourself, okay?"

You turned away, "Don't say that. It scares me."

"Just do it."

"I promise not to make a fuss and take care of myself when Kirishima Eijirou is not around anymore."

She's the tear in my heart, She's a carver

"I hope that time won't come." She mumbled.

I held a stray strand of her hair and tucked it beside her ear, then placed my hand on her cheek, "You're so beautiful, (Y/N). I can never think of losing you."

She's a butcher with a smile, Cut me farther,

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you too, Eijirou."

Than I've ever been.

I leaned in and gave her the most passionate kiss I can give, and at that time, I feel very happy and secured with her. I could tell she feels the same because tears stopped flowing from her eyes.

Loving makes you feel alive, after all.

[lousimusician]

Drunk

Pairing: bestfriend!fuckboy!Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom dragged you to a party where you may have gotten a little too drunk and a little to familar with the other partygoers.

A/N: Please let me know if you'd like a part 2

Warnings: language and there are characters that take advantage of the drunk reader (they only make out but that might still be unsettling for some of you)

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You rolled your eyes, hearing the three sharp knocks on your dorm room door, already knowing who it was. You sighed placing your book down on your bed, getting up and opening the door.

You came face to face with an out of breath Tom. "Whore." You greeted. 

He smiled. "Prude." He greeted back, pushing the door open more, allowing himself in. 

"Oh, please come in." You said sarcastically, shutting the door. "Shouldn't you be at a party right now, making out with some girl?" You asked, walking back to your bed.

"Yeah, but I'm not and that's why I need you. I need a wingman, this girl I have my eyes on isn't into me." 

"Then get Haz to do it." You said picking up your book again as Tom stood at the foot of your bed.

"Can't, he's making out with someone right now. And plus it'll look better if a girl talks me up- say a girl who's been friend's with me since birth."

"You seem to get the term best friend confused with slave. I'm not helping you get into some girl's pants." You bluntly stated. Tom sat down on your bed, grabbing the book from your hands and throwing it on the ground, "Hey-"

"Here how 'bout this. Just help me out and after, you can enjoy yourself at the party maybe even makeout with a guy yourself." 

You scoffed. "Did you forget that you were the whore in this relationship." You said pointing back and forth between the two of you.

"Fine." He groaned. "I'll give you 50 bucks."

"Deal."

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Your arms were crossed as you stood at the door of the party next to Tom, feeling out of place.

Tom noticed your discomfort and threw an arm around you. "Relax (Y/N). You look hot, you blend right in." You rolled your eyes, tugging down your dress. Tom had searched through your closet and pulled out the first revealing dress he found. "I gotta say I'm impressed you even own a dress like this. If you weren't my best friend I might've-"

You put your hand up making him stop. "You better not finish that sentence, whore."

Tom laughed and pulled you farther into the room, both of you sitting down on a couch next to a couple making out. "Okay, you see her?" Tom said pointing at a girl from across the room. 

"The one with the purple dress and nose ring?" 

"Yeah that's the one. Just walk over to her and talk me up. Go." He said making you stand up and pushing you off in her direction.

You scoffed, giving him a shove yourself, before walking towards the girl. She had currently been nursing a drink while playing a game on her phone.

You cleared your throat once you approached her, gaining her attention. She raised an eyebrow at you, "Um, hi my name's (Y/N)."

"Jillian."

You smiled kindly at her. "Okay so m-my friend is really into you and-"

She sighed, "Is it the guy over there that's been eyeing me all night?"

You scrunched up your face, "It might be."

She sighed again. "Can you tell him I'm not interested. He's been annoying me all night."

"Well I know how he comes off but-"

"No, like, I'm not interested in guys."

Your eyes widened as you blushed. "Ohhh." You said in realization. "I'm sorry for wasting your time then. It was nice meeting you, I'll tell my friend to leave you alone."

"Thanks." She said, taking a sip of her drink.

You walked back to Tom, who looked at you expectantly. "It's a no go. She's gay."

"Damn. I can't even be mad at that, that's hot." 

You shook your head and smacked his shoulder. "You really are something else y'know?"

"I know. So are you staying or are you gonna be boring and go back to your dorm?"

"Boring."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine go have fun reading, prude." He scoffed. "There's this other girl I'm thinking about chatting up anyway."

"K, have fun whore." You said giving him a hug, before heading towards the door.

Tom had run off somewhere by the time you reached the exit, but before you opened the door someone called out your name.

"(Y/N)!"

You spun around coming face to face with Jonathan, a classmate from your film class. You smiled at him, "Hey Jonathan." You greeted giving him a quick hug. 

"Didn't expect you to come to a party like this." He commented.

You laughed. "Yeah, my stupid friend dragged me here, I was actually about to head out."

"Why don't you stay for a bit. Let's talk." He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the drink table.

He started pouring you a drink. "Have you finished that film project?" He asked, handing you your drink.

You looked down at it wearily. You were never much of a drinker, you tended to be a lightweight and drunk (Y/N) was wild. But you decided to relax and took a sip, before answering him. "Yeah, I just finished it today actually."

As the conversation wore on you absentmindedly took more and more sips and before you knew it you had finshed 1 cup which lead to you making out with Jonathan then you finished another cup and you were now dancing with some guy you didn't recognize, he sure enjoyed grinding against you while you two danced though. Cup three had you seated on another guy's lap as you made out with him and dry humped each other. Cups four and five were a blur but you somehow lost your dress. Cup six had people taking turns taking body shots off you.

You had no idea if Tom even knew you decided to stay, but he hadn't. When he thought you had left he immediately found a girl and dragged her into a bedroom where they spent some time with each other. Tom had finally come out when it got particularly loud and what he saw almost made him pass out.

There was a reason Tom never made you go to parties with him and Haz and that was once you had the tiniest amount of alcohol in your system you suddenly turned into Tom and wanted to fuck anyone that stood on two legs.

You laid on a table as some guy licked salt off your breasts, took his shot, then took the lime from your mouth. You stood up and cheered. He noted that you were covered in a lot of marks and your lips were bright red and swollen.

Tom only had one thing in mind as he pushed through everyone, even ignoring the many girls that tried to gain his attention. "(Y/N)!" Tom shouted turning you around by your shoulders. 

Your eyes instantly lit up upon seeing him. "Tommy! I missed you~" You slurred throwing your arms around him.

"(Y/N)! You're drunk!" He shouted over everyone.

"I know~" you sang. "Why do I make fun of you for screwing around with girls? I'm having so much fun. I think I made out with the girl that rejected you- oh and have you ever been in a three way kiss, it's fucking weird." You giggled. 

Tom stopped you before you could continue, hearing you ramble on about screwing around with other people struck a chord within him that he didn't like. "Okay, we need to leave. Get you back to your dorm and in bed." 

"What! Noooo~" You whined. "I didn't even get to have sex yet."

The fact that you didn't sleep with anyone calmed him down slightly but he still needed to get you away from the party. "Where's your dress?"

You shrugged, "I think it's behind the couch."

Tom nodded. "Stay here, I'll be right back then we're leaving." He said, quickly running off to grab your dress. As soon as he had it and turned around he already saw you pinned against a wall by some guy sucking on your neck.

Suddenly Tom saw red, running towards the guy, pulling him off you and throwing a punch that knocked the guy back a few feet. "What the fuck Holland!" He yelled.

Tom grabbed you, pushing you behind him. "She's clearly very drunk you asshole! Don't touch her!"

The guy scoffed. "And when has that ever stopped you Holland. You're the first guy that would take advantage of a drunk girl."

"She's different." He seethed.

The guy scoffed again. "No she isn't. She's just like any other slut I've ever met- no she's worse. Just look at her." 

Tom was ready to throw another punch at the asshole bit stopped when he felt a tug on the bottom of his shirt, making him turn around, seeing you crying. "I'm not having fun anymore T-Tommy." You whimpered.

He pulled you in his arms. "Shh it's alright, darling. I got you, we're going now." You nodded into his chest. 

Tom threw one last glare at the guy then pulled you away from the chaos. Put your dress back on you and you both finally left the party.

Tom had his arm wrapped around you the whole walk back while you sniffled and cried. You seemed to have sobered up a little bit after Tom's confrontation and you started understanding what you did.

The two of you reached your dorm room. Tom turning the light on and thanking the fact that your roommate was out. He brought you to your bed sitting you down. You sniffled as he kneeled in front of you.

"Shh, darling." He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "It's okay, you don't need to cry." He soothed. Tom cared so much for you, he had always been protective of his friends and family but more so with you and seeing you like this deeply unsettled him.

"I'm s-sorry- I-I-I was really bad t-tonight." You whimpered.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't blame yourself. You were drunk and those assholes took advantage of that. I'm sorry I didn't know what was going on sooner."

"It's n-not your f-fault either. You didn't know I-I stayed." 

Tom sighed. " 'M gonna stay with you tonight, tomorrow's Saturday so I can spend the day with you then too." You nodded. "Do you need help changing or can you do it yourself?" 

"I can d-do it by myself." You said, but as you tried standing up you stumbled into Tom. 

"Help it is." He laughed slightly. 

He pulled the zipper down and pushed the dress down, making it fall around your feet. Tom really got to assess the damage up close as he took you in. You were covered in hickeys from neck to breast, some were purple, red, and some even had bite marks in them. You had scratches covering your thighs and back. And bruised hips. Tom felt anger amd something possessive come over him and he pulled you into a hug. 

"T-tommy? Are you okay?"

He came back to reality and pulled away. "Yeah sorry." He said going to your drawers and pulling out a pair of shorts and once he looked through your shirt drawer he felt that possessive feeling tug at him again when he spotted one of his t-shirts. He grabbed it and quickly helped you change into them. 

He helped you into bed and he climbed in next to you, pulling you into him. You cuddled further into him, feeling comforted by his scent and familiar touch.

You almost immediately fell asleep while Tom on the other hand found himself unable to sleep.

Tom stayed up, trying to make sense of what he was feeling about the entire situation.

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