This Is Why Writers Abandon Stories. It’s Not That We Don’t Love Them, It’s Because We Don’t

Highschool

—random Drabble with you, Larry and Sal at school.

Tw: mentions of underage drinking and drug use.

Putting your books away with a sigh, you let your head drop roughly against the desk. A loud enough noise that even Travis shot you a glare.

Class was boring. Like really boring. Like so boring you even watched Sal draw weird little triangle head people beef with square heads then die in a big scribble hole.

You didn’t study for the test— of course you didn’t. You never did, always preferred to spend your evenings at Larry’s place or Sal’s if he wasn’t already at Larry’s. You were a good test taker, didn’t need to study, just semi listened and managed to make good grades. An average A, B student.

Larry would always look over with that stupid ‘I don’t know what the fuck just happened’ and you’d just shrug with a smile. Just to have your test handed back to you with a 86. And oh he’d glare you and poke your rib with his middle finger.

You were the type of student to slack off, smoke pot and drink shitty beer on the weekends with your friends.

Your future was empty except for your knack at piercing. You’d given Larry a piercing on his left ear— he’d gone on some long ass rant about how the right ear is the gay ear and he needed to at least kiss a girl before college— seeing as this would be your senior year.

You pierced Ashley’s nose piercing, as well as her naval but you’d made her cough up a $20 for that.

“Use both eyes, freak.” Travis sneered, that ugly look on his face directed at you.

You’d zoned out but his comment was enough to get you to lock back into life. “You kiss your daddy with that mouth?” You’d stolen it from Sal, who only rolled his eyes behind his prosthetic as he stood up.

“You little bitch!” Travis stood up, about to charge up to you but Larry stood in front of you.

He’d gotten taller and started working out more, which was a bonus in so many ways because now Travis was backing up like a little bitch and grumbling as he walked out.

“Never stop working out.” You patted Larry’s shoulder, before slinging your bag over your shoulders.

“It’s cuz I’m so hot right?” Larry wiggled his brows but just sighed when you pinched his nose, before promptly pushing you away by your forehead. “You are such a pain in the ass.”

“I’m gonna crawl into your skin.”

“Just kill me now.”

“We’re missing lunch. Come on,” Sal groaned, almost as loud as his stomach.

“It’s bologna day.” Larry rose a brow at Sal.

“Let’s just eat outside.” Sal was quick to pull a 180 and walk out the doors of the school. Leaving the two of you in two.

“Hey so good news, I’m getting a car.” You dropped out of no where as the three of you sat down on the half empty school parking lot.

“What? What kind? And can you drive us?” Sal was immediately asking, eyeing you down like the solution to all his problems.

“Let me rephrase, I got the car, and drove myself here today. It’s right there.” Pointing to the shitty, beat down Chevy truck. The red paint scuffed and scratched— bumper hardly hanging on.

“Wow. What a shit box.” Larry deadpanned, just to sigh, stand up and walk to said shitbox, opening the door, immediately the inside of the door smacked against the ground, and he just side eyed you.

“What? We can fix it up. You two are men. Do your man stuff.” You waved them off before standing as well and stretching, “sooo let’s skip?”

“This is why we’re friends.” Sal walked to the backseat and slid in, situating himself so he was sat in the middle of the two front seats so he could see.

“Your not even gonna try to get front seat?” Larry eyed him from the side.

“No. If she wrecks I’m gonna be the safest.” He shrugged and leaned back against the seat.

“Wait, shit, let’s swit-“

“Sit your ass down.” You huffed and forced him into the car before getting into the drivers side. You had to wait a while before actually cranking it all the way, the whole process was sad.

“It’s totally gonna break down on the highway.” Sal sighed.

“He’s not an it. He’s a David.” You corrected before pulling out of the parking lot.

“David? You’ve gotta be shitting me.” Sal reached forward and changed the radio station.

“I’ll shit on you.”

“Please don’t.”

“Too late.”

“Children.” Larry buckled up immediately when you slammed on the breaks just to smash the gas peddle to gap some mom van. His hand on the oh shit bar.

“I’m so powerful. I could like pit maneuver whoever I wanted.” You drive with your knee, and rolled down the window with the window crank.

“Let me out. Wait. No. Please.” Sal’s voice was sarcastic as he pawed at the window.

“Your putting marks on my window, stop it you rat.” You reached back blindly and tried to slap his hand away but he just held you by the hand.

“Marks are the least you should worry about with this vehicle.” Sal and Larry snickered.

“Assholes.” You sighed.

Vent #2

Do you ever pause and realize that you could die alone and be utterly and impossibly alone for the rest of your life?

I’ve never had a boyfriend, only have ever done a few kisses here and there. Never held someone’s hand, never been held, never got to have these cute little moments that I love to write about.

I crave it. I crave love so much that it’s all I ever think about. It makes me sick. Thinking about it, it makes me feel like there’s bugs under my skin.

I live in Alabama. Deep South. The people around me have this mindset of: graduate, boyfriend, college degree, husband, babies, retirement if possible.

But for the life of me, I cannot find someone that matches me— and if I do, they aren’t attracted to me or vice versa.

I see these people that are so in love, are so comfortable with each other and in their own skin and all I can do is sigh.

I want to be loved sooo bad. I guess that’s why I get so giddy and excited when people like the shit I write— even if it is bad. It’s validation that someone out there likes the words I put on a virtual page.

I think that maybe it’s the people around me— I’m born and raised in Alabama, I love to fish and hunt. I love mud riding and rodeos. I love working with horses and cattle. But I don’t get love back from that.

I love my friends, but I don’t think that they truly love me. Not really. I’m just that friend that’s always down for whatever, anytime of the night or day— I’ll drop everything to come hang out.

And maybe I need therapy.

If I was rich, I’d pay for someone to love me. Pay them so much they’d make it so real I’d think it was real. Get lost in that domestic life— the husband comes home from work, I get to pamper him then go out fishing. We come back, cook together, he goes to sit in the big recliner and relax and I’ll do the dishes while asking about his day. We’d watch a movie with the dog beside us, then go to bed and do it all again.

Oh I’d sell my left kidney and lung for that.

On another note, I was doing the sock method on my cart and the broke through the hole in the sock and broke my mirror— crazy shit. Lmk if you wanna buy me a muha, ill let you take my kidney and left lung.

𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘢𝘴𝘧 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘛𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵,

Gojo with a 5’6”, D1 crash out woman, fine as hell, short ass hell, and willing to throw down no matter what.

And Gojo LOVES it. Idc idc idc idc I’ll die on this hill, Gojo loves seeing his woman beat another bitches ass.

He’s the type to hype you up on anything. You could be totally wrong and he’d be cheering for you, and probably videoing it so he could show his students how cool his girlfriend was.

Y’all are out on a day date. It’s hot, you’re wearing a pair of jean shorts and a bathing suit top, Gojo in a simple pair of swim trunks and a shirt. When I say it’s hot, I mean Alabama heat, I mean 100* and you can cook an egg on the asphalt.

But even though it’s hotter than the devils ass, you actually weren’t that pissed off. Until ya’ll had left the little lunch spot after eating.

You’d heard one of the girls leaving the restaurant say something about how weird ya’ll looked together, followed by some other wack shit.

“What was that?” Tilting your head, you took a few steps toward the girls. Your brows furrowed and a scowl pulling on your features.

The girls glanced at each other, before the other girl whipped out her phone and the other decided to be a little shit taller through and through.

“I think you heard me. Your boyfriend has weird fucking eyes.” She repeated, loud enough for Gojo to hear.

“Beat her ass babe!” Gojo yelled from his spot on the sidelines, phone up as he recorded.

“I swear to god I will bounce your face off this hot ass concrete if you keep testing me.” When she didn’t back down, you were quick to take your earrings out and pull your hair up.

The other girl was clearly not expecting you to follow through, eyes wide as she began to quickly try and copy your motions. However, your hand was tangled her hair faster than she could even take her right earring out.

To say you whooped that bitches ass would be an understatement. By the end of it your hair was a mess, your arms were bruised and you had scratches all over your shoulders.

But when the boyfriend of the girl exited the restaurant and began running at you, Gojo was quick to put his phone away and step in front of you. His hand plant firmly in the man’s chest to shove him back. “Back the fuck up.” He demanded, before giving him a shit eating grin, “your girl already embarrassed herself enough. Don’t make it worse by forcing me to knock your ass out.”

To say you were pleased when the guy just scooped up his girl and quickly walked off to his truck, would be an understatement.

Crossing your arms, you smiled up at your boyfriend. “You are so sexy when your like that.” You teased, your smile widening when Gojo pulled you in by your belt loop.

“Oh yeah?” Gojo leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips, onto to pause, “Your hair is nappy.”

“Don’t play with me.” You glares at him and pulled away, pulling your hair into a messy bun.

“I’m kidding- baby wait up! Let me love you!!!”

I hated this… been watching glee because I’m bored asf right and now this shit has rubbed off on me cause what is this 😀

as someone who is clingy as fuck and slightly insecure of it, my fingers are crossed that why are you so clingy? wins this one!

congrats on 400 followers! that’s a huge achievement!

here’s a virtual gift for you 🎁 (it’s a big ^3^ smooch ^3^ from gojo ^3^ you have the most fics of him out of all the characters, so i’m guessing he may be your fave!)

Hey you never know. I like to be spontanoues or however tf you spell it. Either way, I literally LOVE YOU. I'm gonna crawl into your skin and hug you <3 (don't die i love you) The poll is kinda like deciding what I write first. Tbh I just need like a planner, so whatever wins ill write first, whatever comes second third n fourth type shit too

Wanna abuse substances together? :3 (BE MY MOOTTTT)

I THOUGHT YOUD NEVER ASK OMGGGG OFC ILL BE YOUR MOOT (I literally love you)

Boyfriend texts; G.S

Random Gojo bf texts

A/n: These are kinda fun to make ngl

𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰’𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘯𝘯𝘯𝘯.

𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳e 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴.

Hair long and pin straight, make up perfect and body was doing its JOB. Especially with the dress you had on. And I mean that skin type dress that ended just under your ass so it wasn’t hangin but your legs were OUT. Heels on and everything. You were looking fine as hell up in the club.

You were with your girls, celebrating your birthday. Which meant shots after shots after shots. You were a good bit past tipsy, the phase where you can’t walk straight really, had that crazy confidence but kind of knew what was going on.

Your body moved with the music, and you were bumping and grinding with the girls. And god bless them, because the way your friend was grabbing your hips as you grinded back on her was making you look GOOD.

However, it wasn’t until the song changed and the feeling of your friends hands being replaced by larger ones did you finally look behind you and over your shoulder.

And there he was, looking like a Greek god with how he was towering over you. Fresh undercut that defined his perfect white hair, blue eyes that peaked over black shaded glasses and a the sleaziest but sexiest grin that was stamped on his face.

“Want some company?” Oh his voice had your knees weak. He sounded like he was both teasing you and begging you. And you were all for it.

“You don’t needa ask me twice.” You grinned, and faced forward again, your smaller hands overlapped his before guiding them around your body.

Gojo’s grin only widened as his hands tightened on your hips before he began to move his body against yours in beat. His eyes following your every move, and specifically the curve and arch of your back as you bent down half way, hips still moving in tandem with the music.

“Shit, pretty. You’re definitely giving me a show,” Gojo groaned out a broken breath before inhaling sharply when you pressed harder against him. His nails tightening into the fat of your hips.

“You like?” You gave him a cheeky grin as you looked back at him over your shoulder. The confidence you had was one hundred perfect from all the shots you’d had. You’d no doubt be mortified in the morning. But that was tomorrow’s problem.

Gojo pulled you back up, one hand moving up hold your neck in a gentle but demanding grip. Tilting your face to the side so he could make eye contact with you. “What do you think, Angel?” He murmured against the soft skin of your shoulder. Biting down softly while guiding your body to the rhythm.

Usually, you’d be terrified someone was watching you two. However, everyone else was too busy being wasted and dancing with their friends.

All you did was tilt your head back against him with a soft sigh at the feeling. Your body melting back against his.

As the night went on, one thing led to another before you were drunkenly guiding an almost as drunk Gojo to your apartment.

Gojo watched you with hooded eyes, eyes following the movement of your shaky hands as you eagerly tried to open the door but only received struggle.

He snorted and finally took the keys from you and opened the door. Closing it behind him, he locked it and chucked the keys onto the counter.

One big step after another, it didn’t take long before he had you pinned against the kitchen table. Your butt was pressed up against the table, your hands rested on his forearms as he immediately dove into press a deep and rough kiss on your lips.

You two couldn’t keep your hands off one another. I mean it was desperate and fast kisses, some deep and some more rough than the rest. His hands were trying to tears off your clothes and you were fairing any better, nails already tearing his shirt down the middle.

But he, nor you cared. Especially not him when you pulled away from the kiss only to press open mouth kisses to his jaw, neck, chest and down to his v-line. Now on your knees, you pressed a few quick kisses to the bulge in his pants.

Your hands shook as they did when trying to get through the door, too excited for your own good. Fumbling with his fly, you finally were able to pull it down. You weren’t surprised when you saw he had no boxers. He seemed like the type. Not that you minded.

Because you licked from your palm to your fingers before wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. Giving the tip a kiss, before licking up the side of him.

“Fuck- don’t start t- teasing now,” His fingers wove into your hair, and gently guiding your mouth on his tip, before a shocked gasp pressed through his lips as you’d taken him half way into your mouth quicker than he’d expected.

Head tilted back, and his hands guiding your head. Pathetic moans and groans leaving his lips as a constant as he let his body move into the pleasure.

You dug your nails into his thighs as you let him guide your head deeper. Your throat burned and your jaw ached but the way he sounded your motivation. Motivation enough to hollow your cheeks and take him to the base, your nose pressed against the patch of hair at the base of his cock.

“𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬! 𝘞-𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵- 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰-𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯—,” Gojo felt his cock begin to throb and before he knew it he was feeling the muscles in his torso to tighten, his hands shaking slightly as he grew closer to his climax.

Sensing his near release, you merely pressed down in one swift move, and immediately thick ropes of his cum was shot down your throat.

“Shit- oh fuck…” Gojo groaned, his voice breaking as the pleasure shot through his body. Panting, his hands finally pulled away from your head, letting you pull off of him. “You did so good, pretty.” He ran his fingers through your hair, his eyes glued to your mouth.

“Yeah?” Rising from the ground, you stood between his knees, your eyelids heavy as you stared up at him.

“…don’t look at me like that,” he groaned, his cock slowly throbbing back to life. The more he stared at you the more his mind wandered, “Wanna sit on my face?” He asked bluntly.

“Mhm.” You nodded and grabbed his hand, guiding him to your bedroom.

Gojo lay in your bed, you tucked tight in his arms. He gently traced the natural dip of your back and your spine. So relaxed and content, the alcohol long having been worked out of his system.

He couldn’t help but wonder, how would you react when you realize he’s your ex-boyfriend’s best friend.

Lololol kinda wanna right a p2 but idkidk. Lmk if yall liked it 😔❤️

Thinking about…

Gojo with a s/o that has a high sex drive that matches his but he doesn’t know.

Context: Gojo and y/n are in a new relationship, maybe a month or so in. Neither of them realize that the other has a high sex drive and are craving the other, and don’t want to push the relationship.

Warnings: Female reader, reader a lil freaky, sex toys mentioned, vibrator used, masturbation, teasing, use of words like cunt, pussy, arousal??, edging, orgasm denial.

Wc: 955

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Imagining Gojo who is in a rather new relationship with Y/n.

He’d liked her for a while, vice versa, but he didnt know much about her sexual preferences.

So imagine, he didn’t want to push you into sex or anything, so it leaves him fucking desperate. And I’m talking like fucking his fist just about every night, hell, every time you’d bend over, touch him a certain way, even look at him a certain way and he’s pitching a tent like he’s a teen who just hit puberty.

But what he doesn’t know, is that you also have a terribly high sex drive, and is just as needy as him if not more.

So imagine…

You’ve just gotten home from a long day. You’re tired, and unbelievably horny. You’d managed to scroll on Gojo’s instagram and found yourself getting wet from some of the pictures of him flexing, the angle of his back made your mouth water.

So, you come home, set your keys down and go straight to your bedroom. Stripping yourself naked, only to pull on one of Gojo’s shirts he’d left behind from when he came over previously.

Reaching down, you pull out a shoe box that had writing on the top. In sharpie, “do not touch!” In case anyone were to find it. Inside the box, were vibrators, rose toys, a dildo or two, and some more random sex toys. Being horny all the time meant going through a lot of toys, especially now that you were basically celibate until Gojo made a move that showed you he wanted to fuck.

You grab a vibrator, and quickly crawl onto the bed. Spreading your legs, and going to work. Little moans, whines and gasps could be heard all the way from the entrance of your home.

Your eyes closed, one hand bunching Gojo’s shirt to your nose so you could still have his scent near you as you kept the vibrator on your clit, edging yourself.

You’re so occupied, you don’t hear the front door opening. Or the pause in footsteps, nor the door opening to reveal your boyfriend.

Gojo was shocked to be hearing these noises from your room. He set his things down, and the take out he’d brought over on the counter before walking to your bedroom.

Slowly opening the door, he was met with a sight that’d be engrained in his brain for the rest of his life. It had him swallowing thickly, his pants growing tight embarrassingly quickly. You on your bed, in just his shirt, with a vibrator to your clit as you whined his name. It had him fighting the urge to jerk off watching you.

He didn’t say anything at first, and merely watched. His eyes growing lidded as he watched with hungry eyes. A quiet groan leaving his throat as he watched you deny yourself an orgasm. It had his cock throbbing in need.

Watching you pleasure yourself while whining his name had him thinking, had you always been this needy? This desperate for him and he didn’t even realize? He could have been fucking you, could have been memorizing your body inside out all this time? Now that had his brain buzzing with new thoughts.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were met with the sight of Gojo standing at the foot of your bed. Blindfold off, shirt unbuttoned, belt unbuckled and fly unzipped. His boner visibly aching for you. He didn’t look away when you met his eyes, just kept his hungry gaze on you and your soaked cunt.

He finds it so fucking cute when you gasp and quickly try to cover yourself, but he’s snatching the blankets before you can take away his view. Clicking his tongue, he tilts his head, “don’t get shy now, keep going.” His voice low and commanding, a shit eating grin on his lips.

He watched as you squirmed under his gaze, cheeks flushed and embarrassed by being caught red handed. But his grin only widened when you finally did as asked. Bringing that vibrator back to your clit.

“Yeah that’s it, good fucking girl.” Gojo practically moaned at you following his commands. Even more so when he saw your cunt clench around nothing, all wet and desperate for him. And only him.

Slipping his pants off, followed by shirt, he crawled onto the bed. His body weight making the bed dip, and he now sat on his knees between your thighs. Just watching as you pleasured yourself.

Unable to keep his hands to himself, he slowly let them run up your legs, squeezing your thighs, and raking his nails teasingly closer up. He adored how it made you shiver, your moans becoming a little more desperate.

“You close baby? You gonna cum f’me? Yeah?” His voice teasing, as he leaned closer, lips brushing against yours slightly. And just before you could cum, he snatched the vibrator from your hands.

“What- no!” You whined, eyes wide in confusion. But still sat there pathetically looking up at your lover with desperation.

“Only good girls get to cum.” He tilted his head with a cruel smirk, and threw the vibrator to the side. “Good girls don’t keep things from their boyfriends…”

He spoke as he lifted your thighs to overlap his, and slotted himself between them. His boner pressed right against your bare cunt, the fabric of his boxers growing soaked from your arousal.

“So needy for me all this time,” he grabbed up your jaw in firm but gentle grasp, forcing you to look at him. “You kept this pretty cunt hidden from me all this time,” his lips pressed against yours in a teasing kiss before pulling away, “but now she’s mine.”

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Was this good? This is my first time writing something like this and it’s also my first time writing on Tumblr.

I had this idea when watching an edit on tiktok so it’s probably not great

No ones probably gonna see this, but if you do pls leave your thoughts in comments! 💛