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Nights Without You

Lil trigger warning for:

mentioned suicide ideation

wincest

beta'd by me

Even when Dean was with Lisa, a woman he tried to tell himself was the love of his life, he always thought of his Sammy.

Nights where he'd drown in whisky thinking of his baby brother. His baby brother who's dead, his baby brother who's always been there for him, his baby brother who he vowed to protect. He's dead, and every time he'd remember, he'd feel a wave of grief crash over him as if it were the first night all over again.

He tried to tell himself there was no point in living in the past, tried to live in the present with his step son and "wife", but he'd always be thrown into the memories of his Sammy whenever he'd see something he knew he'd like.

He couldn't even look at the impala without nearly breaking down some nights. He knew, somewhere in that car, he'd carved his initials next alongside his brother's. He thought, during that year of Sam being gone, that that was the most he'd ever cried in his entire life.

Sure, there were times Sammy were gone, but now he's gone. Dead. He was sure he'd never see him again. He'd remember, and he'd drink himself half to death to forget.

On more than one occasion, Dean had contemplated killing himself. It wasn't a new thought, but the overwhelming urge to actually go threw with it, grab the gun from his bedside table and paint his brains on the wall behind him, was.

That entire year went by like molasses, and every month, every week, every day, he was surprised he made it through them alive. The day he'd seen his brother, he thought he was hallucinating him again.

He'd never felt relief as strong as he did that day, when he embraced his brother once he'd proved he wasn't a demon. To feel his skin, to smell his scent, to feel him. If Heaven were real, he was sure that was it.

hey!! just came across ur post about writer's block and ik how that feels I literally just got out of mine :)) if you're still looking for some requests, how about gojo with a crush on reader who works at a sweets shop he frequents?? wish you luck and happy writing!!

Thank you!!!

I'm very very slowly getting back into the hang of it

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warnings: Nothing really? Probably a liike ooc Gojo, but he is just a love-sick mess for the reader, fluff, fem reader, I didn't mention the reader's smell for once!

AND- you know the drill, lmk if I miss anything and Grammarly can only do so much for my bad writing <3

Word Count?!: Roughly 500 words

It’s unfair truly, the amount of money Gojo has dropped in this one sweet shop to just try and taste the sweetest of them all. 

But it is so, so worth it

Every day Gojo comes into the same “Sugar Sweet” shop every Wednesday, Thursday, and Sunday at 12:30, just 2 hours after his crush shift started. To make conversation, to try the desserts and pastries she recommends, to see her smile, to admire her eyes, to stare at her lips wondering just how sweet they will be-fuck. He needs to get a hold of himself, but how can he? Can you blame him when the prettiest girl he has ever seen just so happens to work at the sweet shop a block down from his apartment? Can you really blame him for wanting to wrap his long arms around his crush and cover her in sugar-sweet kisses in order to hear the beautiful melody that is her giggles? To always hear the honey dripping from her voice as she greets him with the same kind smile.

 And today? Oh god, today? She has the most glow to her face that looks like God himself is blessing her, “Hello, Mr.Gojo! Same as usual?” The soft giggles following her sweetened voice make the egotistical man choke up. He smiles back at her, and a soft chuckle flows out of his mouth as he nods his hand. “Of course pretty, but I also would like to try something new today.” Gojo watches with careful eyes to judge her reactions. He felt himself grow flustered at the sight of her big curious eyes land on his, the look was so pure so trusting. It makes him feel unworthy of being looked upon by her.

“Oh yeah? What can I get for you?” The innocent in her voice, oh god. Gojo doesn't know how much he can take before he attacks her with a smothering hug and obsessive yearning. She casts her eyes down to the tablet in front of her, typing in Gojo’s usual order. The lanky man lends down to the counter making himself more closer to her height. Creates less of a tension, he thinks. “Oh pretty, I would love a small, tiny, little phone number from you.” Gojo smoothly asks as he tilts his head to the side, making him appear more attractive. Internally though the snow-man is screaming at himself.

He secretly sweats, waiting for her reaction. The girl before him looks up at Gojo, with widened eyes and a flustered expression. Her eyes dart around the empty store, as she looks back at him. Another emotion is there, uncertainty.

“Oh! Um.. are you?” She takes a deep breath as Gojo feels his heart want to break out of his chest. “Are you sure you want my number” The insecurity in her voice breaks the rapid heart in Gojo’s chest. He reaches his hand across the table. Cupping her soft skin, he caresses her cheek with his thumb. Love and adoration fill his eyes. “Of course, I want your number pretty, how else am I going pick you up for our date?” Gojo’s tongue darts out to run across his bottom lip. The pretty girl in front of him doesn’t verbally tell Gojo, but the nodding of her head and the awe-struck look in her eyes tells the man all he needs to hear. 

Gojo and his "One Night Stand"

This was a request sent to me! WHOO

Yall 16 more days, and in officially done with school!

Warnings: Fem reader, broke college student reader, reader, and Gojo had sex but I didn't write it, self-doubt so some angst but it's okay at the end, Gojo being soft, Gojo breaking and entering, etc

Like usual let me know if I miss any tags, and this isn't proofread to awful grammar and wording. I am making my Grammarly work overtime.

word count?!: 1244- DAMN

Fem reader!

My eyes open to the harsh light streaming from the open window, I sit up slightly to get myself grounded as I feel a surge of goosebumps run down my body. I rub my sleep-filled eyes, trying to get a clear image... And oh-

OH.

Gojo’s white hair flies over his soft pillows as his naked upper half gives me enough context clues to remember what happened last night. The man before me is lying on his stomach, his arms hugging the pillow his head is resting on. I will take a look at my current situation. 

Underwear on

T-shirt on, but not mine. 

Pants no.

With as much grace as a shaken leaf, I get out of Gojo’s stupidly comfortable bed, as I scan around for my t-shirt and pants. Spotting both articles of clothing in the corner of the room. I hurried to take off Gojo’s shirt. My heartstrings tug at the consideration, but Gojo probably does that for every girl he sleeps with, just common courtesy. Nothing to it, yep. Totaly. I threw on the sweatpants I was wearing from the previous night. I slipped on my shoes and patted myself down to make sure I had my phone and house keys and I walked out of the very comfortable house, and out into the bright world. 

I make quick work walking down the sidewalk and mentally prepare myself for the 10-minute walk to my college dorm. I take the time to check my phone. It's 10:00 in the morning, so Gojo shouldn't be up for a while. I look through my social media and respond to a few friends. Before shoving my phone back into my pocket as my residential hall comes into sight. I grab my key as my phone starts to sound off.

Gojo:

10:00 -Where did you go?

10:13

-Hello?

10:13

-Why did you leave ;(

I stare at my phone, my grip shaking I stare at my phone long enough for another message to show up

Gojo

10:15

-Did I do something…baby?

I swallowed down the lump in my throat as I unlocked my front door and rushed up the 2 flights of stairs into my dorm room. Luckily my roommate is gone for classes, unluckily I don’t have someone to consult with. I harshly sat on my worn mattress as my fingers danced around the keyboard, trying to think of something to say. 

But as if God was against me, which he probably is, Gojo texts me again. 

Gojo

10:23

-Did you go back to your dorm?

-Please answer me

-You are worrying me

I let out a shaky sigh as I screamed inside my head. I run my head half-hazards, and run my hands through my hair, as I send Gojo a simple ‘Yeah.’ I throw my phone onto my bed, I can’t stomach looking at the metal device. To see what he could respond to, to see the message saying I am worrying him. There is no way he cares this much, we just had a one-night stand. That is, that's all, no feelings, no strings, nothing. Even if Gojo was my first, there isn't any way he feels an ounce of love for me. I am just another virginity he took. I bite back the tears threatening to fall as the self-doubt flows through my core. 

I need a shower, yeah. A hot, very hot shower to help me. I grabbed my shower bag and a clean towel and headed down the hall. As I suspected, the hot steam and burning of the water did help a lot, I slipped on clean shorts and an old hoodie, making sure I grabbed all of my things, and I stepped back into the dingy and old hallway. I brush my hair as I walk closer to my room, but I stop when I see my door wide open. A million thoughts came rushing to my head. Did I leave the door open? No, that isn't possible, it's not. Did someone break it? Or is it just my roommate, the rushing thoughts came to an end when I saw the same snow-white hair man sitting on my bed, my phone in his slender hands. 

My breath came to a stop as I couldn't help but stare at just how drop-dead pretty Gojo truly was. It makes sense why a lot of girls want to sleep with me. I coughed a small bit to announce my presence as I closed the door behind me. The tension between us becomes more unbearable now that the door is trapped me in here with him. I set down my bathroom stuff as Gojo came up behind me, his long arms wrapped around me, as he wordlessly pulled me closer to him. His collage invaded my smell and I couldn't help to become weak at our closeness. Gojo buries his head into my neck, giving me soft, also sweet kisses.

“Did I do something, baby? I was so confused when I woke up by myself.” He whispers close to my ear, the guilt eats me whole as I hear the concern in his voice. Gojo places more kisses along my neck, before ending one at my temple. He holds me, he holds me with so much love and tenderness I couldn't help but break down in his arms. The quiet sobs alert the taller man behind me as he spins me around to hug my front. I bury my head into the comfort of his chest as I don’t want to leave this comfort ever again. Gojo hums to me, cooing and ultimately trying to calm me down. After a few heartbeats, I spoke out to him

“I just… didn't think you would want to see me after last night” A hiccup escapes my throat as my crying creases to a stop. Gojo runs his head through my damp hair as he places a kiss on the crown of my head. “What makes you think that baby hm’?” He softly speaks to me, I shake my head as I finally wrap my arms around his waist. “Just’ you don't like me and” I took in a deep breath to stop myself from crying again. “And you never want to see your one-night stands, and that is what I am.” Gojo stops his hands as he tears me away from his chest, forcing me to look up into his blue eyes.

The seriousness swirling in his eyes, as his hands hold my shoulders. “You are so dumb, baby” I pout at his mean words, one of his hands came up to cup my cheek, running his thumb under my eyes, collecting a few stray tears. “I love you, baby, I would never have slept with you if there weren't any feelings.” He says to me, I make an effort to protest that before Gojo covers my mouth with his hand,

“The other woman I got with, was years ago and it all stopped when I fell in love with you.” Gojo uncovers my mouth, as he leans in to capture them. The kiss was soft and full of love, more tears fell down my face, as Gojo’s thumbs whipped them away. Gojo pulled away from me, as he guided me back into his chest. We stood there for a while, basking in each other's warmth. Unspoken love flowed between the two of us. 

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YAY

BIG BULLY 1

I have this story (under the same name) on wattpad if you want to read the chapters faster I’m on there more!

I climbed my rope back down the counter.but as soon as i reached the ground i could have sworn i heard footsteps. Human footsteps. I looked around just in case and as I suspected, nothing. I ran back to the walls but right before I could get in I saw the door open, I ran under the counter just in case and stayed completely silent. I saw a pair of familiar boots walk in front of the counter and stop. I knew those boots. Those were the bullies boots. I heard the shake of a spray paint can and one second later I heard the spray of a spray paint can. “Was he vandalizing the school?” I thought.

Once I heard him start to walk away I ran out from under the counter. The moment I got to the middle of the room, I heard footsteps, human footsteps. I looked around and the only thing I knew I could hide in and get to before the human got here.

That thing was no other than a backpack. The back pack belonged to a human, a human none other than the bully.

I hopped into the biggest pocket and hid under a newly empty can of red spray paint. As soon as I got under the can I felt the backpack be lifted off the ground and rather roughly thrown onto his shoulder. I couldn’t really tell but we walked for what felt like hours until I heard the painfully loud unzipping of a backpack zipper. I tried to stay as still as possible, breathe as quietly as possible and pray he doesn’t lift the spray paint can. Just moments later I felt the spray paint being lifted and saw light seep down the bag and directly onto me. I was frozen in fear, I shut my eyes tight and went limp half hoping he would either not notice me or lose interest quickly if he did in fact notice me. “I'm going to die, i'm going to die, i.am.going.to.die.” was all that was going through my head while we sat in silence for probably about 30 seconds before i heard rustling and felt his fingers start to wrap around me like snakes. I almost struggled but I was too scared to move, so there I lay limp in a giant hand waiting for my imminent death. I was lost in my own thoughts but was suddenly brought back to reality when he started speaking. “What is this? Some kind of doll?” he asked. I assumed the question was rhetorical given he didn't know i was a living thing and couldn't have been asking a “doll” a question that seemed crazy, even to me.

I was slowly lifted to eye level and he started to look at me all over, probably trying to find a button or latch or anything that might tell him what was going on. I finally dared to open my eyes a crack out of curiosity but my eyes ended up meeting his deep brown eyes and we made eye contact.

We were both too stunned to speak or even move until he broke the silence. “You.. you're alive!??” he asked. “obviously” i thought as i mentally rolled my eyes “is this some kind of sick joke my friends are playing on me?”. “P-please……dont hurt me” i pleaded, i hate that he saw me cry and heard the weakness in my voice. He dropped me suddenly when he processed what i had said, i let out a shriek of pure terror as i went hurling toward the hard wood floor of the bullies bedroom. I closed my eyes and braced for impact only when I hit the floor it was a lot softer then i had thought. I cracked one eye open and saw it, I was on a giant hand. I started to crawl backwards towards the edge of his hand, anything even death was better than being at the mercy of a giant.

Growing up I had always been taught that humans were nothing but merciless monsters. I had been told never under any circumstances trust a human and NEVER be seen. I had already broken the “don’t be seen” rule but I was determined to get as far away from this boy as possible and forget this ever happened. I suddenly bumped into what felt like a bumpy wall, i looked behind me and realized his fingers were curled in a way that made it so I couldn't fall off his hand. “Woah, woah, calm down. It's ok i promise i won't hurt you” he said in a gentle and calm voice, almost making me calm down, almost. I looked up at him with big fear filled eyes and silently pleaded with him to let me go. “A-are you hurt?” he asked in a voice that sounded kind, almost concerned.i shook my head no. he looked shocked, and for a moment i was confused that was until i realized, i had just given it away that i could understand him.

“Wait. c-can you understand me?” he asked. It was already to late to play dumb so i nodded weakly. “Th-then can you talk?” he asked, raising his voice. I covered my ears due to the volume but eventually said “y-yeah” I said it quietly enough so he would have to be really listening to understand. He was really listening.

“I'm going to stand up now. Ok?” he said as less of a question and more of a statement. I nodded slowly as he stood up to his full height, making me a bit dizzy.

He walked over to a desk that was placed in the side of the room right next to an almost completely full bookcase. Once he reached it he sat down in a desk chair and gently set me down on the desktop. as soon as my feet hit the ground and ran as fast as I could to the edge of the desk. I was around halfway to the edge when a giant hand slammed down in front of me, I stumbled and fell on my back. This was it, this was the end, I shut my eyes tight and waited for some sort of pain only to feel the tip of a giant finger lift my chin up. “Look, I know you want to run but please stay just for a little bit. I have so many questions and it’s not safe for someone as small as you to be running around in my room.” He said softly, taking note of my tiny ear drums. I slowly opened my eyes and locked eyes with his big,big brown ones.

His eyes looked pleadingly at mine as I thought over what to do. On one hand I didn’t want to run again and make him mad but I really didn’t want to risk staying and miss my opportunity to leave. It was settled I would stay, though I would keep my guard up just in case.

“O-ok I’ll stay, but please don’t let this be a trick” I said just loud enough so he could hear me.

He looked sad for a second before he slowly set me on the desk. I noticed he left his hand nearby just in case I decided to run again. I stood up and saw his hand twitch in the corner of my eye.i tried to hide how uneasy I was and looked up at him. I started to shake when I saw that he had already been looking down at me. “So what are you?” He asked, startling me only a bit but just enough so he could see me step back. “sorry I didn’t mean to scare you! I-I’m not really used to being around um what are you exactly?” I looked at him, “ should I tell him what I am? Would that be giving away my whole Species?” I debated with myself for a few seconds. “You don’t need to know what I am. You can just call me by my name.” I said rather sounding rather snappy, “how can I call you by your name if I don’t know your name?” He said with a chuckle.

My face turned bright red with embarrassment, “yeah sorry I didn’t really think about that I guess” I said rather quietly, “i-it’s April”. “What? Sorry I couldn’t hear you,” he said with a smile. “My name is April!” I said a bit louder, “ sorry still didn’t catch that, you're just so small” “MY NAME IS APRIL!” I practically yelled, “just can’t quite hear you” he said.

That jerk! He just wanted me to make a fool of myself by yelling. “Your such a jerk! You big bully” I said quieting down at the last part. he quickly scooped me up and lifted me to his eye level, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you.” He said a half mocking apology tone. He reached a finger over to my stomach and poked me, I tried to suppress a laugh but it still came out as a giggle. I looked in his eyes to see wonder and playfulness swirling in them, oh no. “Are you ticklish?” He said, raising one eyebrow. “N-no” I said, looking away quickly.

“I think there’s only one way to find out……” he said as he lifted his finger again towards my stomach. I tried to shy away but I was met with a wall of fingers, I was trapped. But not a menacing kind of trapped, more of a playful trap, though it still made me feel a bit uneasy.

Then, the tickling started. I couldn’t hold back and I burst into laughter, I couldn’t stop and he wouldn’t stop tickling no matter how hard I pushed at his fingers.

“So you are ticklish!” He said now laughing himself “just take this as a sort of punishment for lying” “s-s-stop!” I stuttered through my giggles. “Say the magic word,” he said as he tickled harder, I looked up at him with my best puppy dog eyes and said “please stop”. He paused “ok, ok I’ll stop. You're just too cute!” He exclaimed. I was still catching my breath when I glared at him. “ I am not cute!”. “Oh but you are,” he said, moving his finger back. “Ok, OK I’m ADORABLE! stop with the tickling!!” I yelled.

He lowered me to his chest. I was wondering what was going on when he squashed me to his chest. I tried to scramble away but he just pushed me into the warm fabric of his shirt more. I stopped trying, realizing it was useless.

After a few moments he moved me away from his chest, I glared up at him. “You're such a big bully” I pouted quietly, “I’m sorry but you're so cute I just had to give you a squeze!” He said with a fake pouting look. I just rolled my eyes,crossed my arms and looked away. I know I was kinda pushing it but I definitely wasn’t thinking straight, probably because I was just smushed into a giant man’s chest! But still I didn’t think he would hurt me, at least not on porpoise. I might die from too much tickling.

Just then I had a mini heart attack while he pushed me into his pocket almost fast enough to give me whiplash! I was shaking and hyperventilating. “What is going on!? Has this really all been a trick?” I thought, as I was sitting there I went through almost every emotion except for happiness going from shock, to fear, from sadness, to anger.

Why had I ever thought I could trust him? A human. I felt angry tears at the brim of my eyes threatening to spill when I heard it, the sound of a door opening.

“He was just hiding you,” I repeated in my head to calm myself. He could have at least explained.

Blow your mind...

-1. Dr. Strange is a cold murderer, and should *not* be considered a hero, and 2. Tony Stark isn't as smart as he likes to think. *If* Tony is a 'futurist' and an actual smart person, would he have not, upon learning Strange has a time stone asked 'Hey, can that stone *stop* time?' Which Strange would have had to agree that it does. Which would have lead to Tony going, 'great, so when purple and ugly gets here, freeze him in time, we'll take the glove off, divvy up the stones and boom, problem solved' meaning: no snap, no time heist, no time travel technology, no worries. (as others have pointed out might be a reason to kill Stark) But no- Strange goes rifling through time, sees how many times Tony learns time travel, becomes a villain, and coldly decides that Tony has to die.

NEW OC DU NAWT STEELL!!!1111!!❤️⛓️🖤💫🌈 Redrew this old boy who I created in like 2016/2017. His name's Darkfyre and he was a Warriors OC until kinda going off the rails on a fantasy adventure where he gained wings. Oh and he's a total mary sue of course. Brought him back for the funny and bc I'm still kinda attached to his silly ass.

Ok, so my exroommate from freshman year of college was a piece of shit and I would laugh if he’d got hit by a bus, but that’s a story for another time.

Aside from him being a bad person he was also a terrible writer, despite being a professional writing major. One day one of my friends who had a writing class with him copied his story he wrote to READ IN FRONT OF THE CLASS OUT LOUD. so I’m going to put the first paragraph below. Worst part is, I know for a fact he thinks this is unironically good.

“Meer aus Blut

I’ve always been a prankster, stronger than most and faster than most. I’d leap out in front of the girls at uni when they were with their boyfriends, making a loud noise or a spooky face causing them to leap and causing their lover boys to chase me in a vain attempt to beat me up. This would always fail because, as I said before, if you're paying attention, I’d be faster than them and evade even the largest group of muscular men. But eventually I found someone who was quite a match for me. It was late one night in London, and I was walking back from the pub when I stumbled down an alleyway and heard rustling and the sounds of bottles clinking and rolling across the cobblestones.”

For context he’s a scrawny greasy American white boy who claims to be punk but loves and idolizes the fucking British royal family and claims the only two forms of government he’s okay with are anarchy and monarchy.

Your mission is to write the worst opening to a YA novel ever. How badly can you make us cringe?

Everything Wrong With She-Hulk

When female bodybuilders gain muscle, their chest is more muscle than their breast. So factually, she-hulk wouldn't have a large chest. She would have a small one and would be just as ripped as the Hulk. She-hulk should also have the same length of hair that she had before transforming. It's not even explained as to why it's longer, they just added that for sex appeal. Also, if they did make her realistically ripped. They should hire an actual female bodybuilder, don't make CGI abs.

Example image below:

Now here is an image of She-Hulk:

You see how the chest area is much larger, and the body is hourglass-shaped? Look back up at the realistic one, then look at She-Hulk. Notice a few changes? That's because the creators are sexist(+stereotypical) and decided that she must have a “perfect” hourglass figure, with a big chest and "sexy hair". Even if none of it makes sense or can be explained, the Hulk didn't MAGICALLY get huge tits-

Wait. No, he did, nevermind, that doesn't count they are man tiddies. When it comes to male bodybuilding, they actually gain pectoral muscles. It's quite a fascinating subject, women lose breast muscle in place of the muscle they gained. Making their chest smaller, however, when it comes to men. They gain pectoral muscle, giving them man tiddies. As shown in the image below:

After looking at that, check out the Hulk:

IT’S REALISTIC!! THEY GAVE HIM THE MAN TIDDIES!! Hulk should be the one with the large chest, while She-Hulk would have slim to none in comparison. 

When it comes to the love interest, that plotline plot should have been dropped altogether, or at the very least, briefly mentioned over the episodes. Like, subtle things here and there, such as mentioning a date but not going into heavy detail about it, having a guy in her contacts with hearts on the contact name, etc. But the way that they did it is horrible writing if your story can't survive if a single plotline is removed. Then it isn't ready, it needs to be fleshed out far more before it is ready for public viewership. 

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk, I will probably rant more about this in the future. Until then, we cherish the Hulk’s realistically massive man tiddies.