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To any newcomers here, no, I do not upload consistently. I have a vague schedule now of 2 writing pieces (whether it be a ficlet or a prompt) every two weeks a month or sometimes 4 times a month, it really depends on how motivated I feel to write/upload, so like. The uploads here are rare. That's because the last time I uploaded every day, I ended up getting burnout. So sorry to dissapoint but enjoy my long list of prompts and stuff I have here!!!
To all of my followers who follow this writing blog:
Reblogging this a little over 2 years later cuz it’s still so real
Damn, this blog is dead as hell. Sorry for abandoning this but I’ve honestly lost all motivation to write writing prompts for this blog. Idk when I’ll come back to it but it was fun while it lasted throughout my high school years 🫶 I’ve since graduated and obtained a job. I’m still writing but more original works and stuff that’s for myself that I do not wish to share with anyone who isn’t a friend. I’ve had a very vague idea for Jjk modern au I’ve been sort of wanting to write but I haven’t felt compelled to actually do so whatsoever
May everyone have a great day
"You... wish to seek shelter from me?"
Lightning flashed, revealing the way the vampire's, Satoru as you had recently learned his name, eyes glinted in the light as they peaked out from the strands of his white hair, a shade too bright blue that it almost blinded you, in a sense. You flinched, looking away from the vampire lord, your hands wringing into the fabric of your long jacket.
"I... I am terribly sorry, my Lord." You stammered, taking a step back. "I just... I just need a place to stay for the night and then I'll be out of your hair-"
"You're not even afraid of me?" He asked, his voice sounding quite coy. "Are you new here? Don't you know what I am?"
You nodded, trying to will your hands to stop shaking but your nerves were too high wracking your body in a way that was hard to subdue.
"I-I do." You managed to say, still not looking at him. "But, I'd prefer to find shelter in the rain with you than with my... previous companions."
Satoru cocked his head to one side, leaning forward until he was but a hairsbreadth away from your face. His eyes darted to your neck, wondering what it would it be like to pierce the supple flesh.
"Oh really...?" He asked quietly, sounding rather amused. "And why would you want to stay with me? I'm sure you know what I do with my guests."
"I can... be of use to you." You said, looking back at him and flinching when you felt his nose brush against yours.
You took several steps back, feeling quite flustered as you stared at the handsome and infamous man that was the Vampire Lord, Satoru Gojo. You were a bit taken aback when his eyes darkened slightly.
"You can be of use to me?" He asked, his voice dropping an octave in a way that nearly had you swooning, despite the danger.
It was no wonder that vampires were like the temptuous snakes that snuck into the Garden of Eden.
You nodded slowly. "I... have information that I believe you'd find relevant."
"How interesting." Satoru opened the door wider, a smirk on his lips, which revealed his sharp fangs. "Please, come in. Let us discuss this over some cool wine and hot broth, hm? I'm sure we can make an excellent partnership."
The way he said that last word with several different implications sent a shiver up your spine.
"Thank you, my Lord." You said, bowing your head.
"I am glad to be of service to those on my land. In whatever means necessary."
You can on mobile instead of just putting the link also mark a word and then use the symbol underneath the pink colour/above the ü to make that word a link
Yayaya, thank you!!! I eventually figured it out on my own, actually, a bit earlier, but thank you nonetheless!!!
Wtf
HOW DID THIS HAPPEN??? THANK YOU VERY MUCH BUT I'M STILL SO CONFUSED 😭
Thank you all and I'm glad you enjoyed the Gojo piece 🙏
How the fuck do I make a masterlist
Gonna test out how to link something on Mobile Tumblr cuz I do not have a clue as how to do it
TESTING, if this doesn't work, I will jump off a cliff
"Do you need a massage?" Satoru was a bit startled at your words at first before turning towards you, a cocky smirk on his glossy lips.
WOOOOO, IT WORKS!!! TIME TO LINK SOME STUFF UP!!!
Gonna test out how to link something on Mobile Tumblr cuz I do not have a clue as how to do it
TESTING, if this doesn't work, I will jump off a cliff
"Do you need a massage?" Satoru was a bit startled at your words at first before turning towards you, a cocky smirk on his glossy lips.
OK, SO, Part 1 is linked right here if y'all wanna read it, hope you enjoy part 2!!!
"Could I touch your undercut?" Satoru leaned forward, a small grin on his face at your question. "Why do you wanna do that?" You shrug
Part 2: Massages
"Do you need a massage?"
Satoru was a bit startled at your words at first before turning towards you, a cocky smirk on his glossy lips.
"Aw, is that all you wanna give me?" He teased, snickering when he saw your face flush a bit.
You rolled your eyes, exasperated as you leaned against the kitchen island next to him. "Haha, very funny, Satoru. No, I just noticed that your shoulders seem quite tense."
A smug grin made its way onto his face, a chuckle leaving his lips as he leaned closer towards you. "So you've been watching me very closely?"
"I'm simply offering a masaage!" You say defensively, feeling a little flustered by his teasing. "Cuz we're friends. And it really seems like you need one. I mean, you're always working hard and I figured that even though I'm a non-sorcerer, I could at least give you one to help you out."
What you said was actually very thoughtful and took Satoru a little by surprise. Of course, he didn't show this, instead a lazy grin on his lips as he turned around, his back facing you now.
"Fine, fine. Just work your magic, darling." He said, voice as smooth as butter.
You ignored the way your heart did a little staccato when he called you 'darling', merely reaching your hands up to his shoulders and starting your work. Your eyes widened a bit at the feel of his muscular back when your palms pressed against the flesh under his jacket in slow circles. Satoru most definitely had a sleeper build.
"Damn, do you work out a lot?" You muttered, slowly making your hands go up and down his back.
"Obviously I do, honey." He said sarcastically, his eyes fluttering closed behind the black blindfold, relishing in your touch. "If I didn't, then I'd be a horrible sorcerer. Working out is important."
"Uhuh, totally. I definitely believe you." You said, clearly not believing him.
Satoru had to resist the urge to straight up purr as you massaged his back like you did when you had touched his undercut the other day, enjoying the way your hands were relieving knots of tension that he didn't even know he had in his shoulders until now.
"Mmm... That's nice, that feels real nice." He muttered, voice dropping an octave, making your heart skip like crazy. "Are you sure you're not a chiropractor, cuz you're real good at this."
You chuckled, slowly pressing your fingertips now just at the small of his back before slowly working your way up. "Yeah, no, I'm definitely not a chiropractor. I just learned how to give decent massages from my friends."
"Well tell your friends I thank them cuz this is certainly an experience." He said absently, voice quiet in a way that had you feeling a tiny bit flustered.
You brushed off the feeling, merely chalking it up to you just easily getting caught off guard around him.
"Why thank them when I'm the one giving you a massage." You said, pouting as you stopped just below his shoulder blades. "And for free! I should be getting paid for this."
"Nah, come on darling, you love me too much for that." Satoru teased, turning his head back to look at you, despite the blindfold being on. "I can make it up to you this time by taking you to that restaurant you like. How's that sound?"
It must've been your imagination because you swore you had made eye contact with him even through the blindfold, feeling an odd sort of tension with him. You looked away, focusing on continuing to give him the massage. Yeah, you definitely needed more sleep. You were just overthinking things.
"That sounds good. You'll be paying, obviously." You said, a soft smile on your face.
"Of course, darling. You know your dear friend here's very rich. I'll buy you whatever you want off the menu if you continue giving me these heavenly massages."
WHY IS MY GOJO POST GETTING SO MANY NOTES??? Should I do a part 2??? I did leave a bit of a cliffhanger to be able to do that 🧍♂️ I just need to figure out how to link shit on here cuz I write on mobile
I wasn't expecting that Satoru post to get so much love and attention, I literally wrote it as just a one-shot for this new jjk gc I'm in on Twitter cuz we were talking about his undercut 💀
Happy you all loved it, though!!! Thank you so much!!!
"Could I touch your undercut?"
Satoru leaned forward, a small grin on his face at your question. "Why do you wanna do that?"
You shrug, giving him a smile. "Just wondering, since we're friends."
He waves a hand dismissively, his small grin turning into a smirk. "Yeah, yeah, you can touch it. But you better buy me something sweet after this."
You let out a dry laugh at his request, reaching a hand out as you do so. "Yeah, I'll get you that new strawberry shortcake from the corner store."
Your hand goes to the back of his head, a small frown on your lips when you feel the barrier of his Infinity on. "Satoru..."
His smirk is taunting and if he didn't have the blindfold on, you were sure you would see a mischievous gleam in his crystalline blue eyes.
"Sorry." Satoru says, not sounding sorry at all as he drops the Infinity barrier. "Forgot to turn it off. You know how it is, have to keep it up to keep myself safe-"
He stops talking when your hand touches his undercut, his heart skipping a beat when the tips of your fingers trace over it. A small look of fascination makes its way onto your face as you do so.
"So soft..." You murmur, letting your thumb trace small circles on his undercut, enjoying the way the buzzed egdes feel on the pads of your fingers. "Wow, this is nice."
Satoru doesn't say anything, his eyes closed behind his blindfold, a small, consistent sound coming from the back of his throat. You pause, your eyes snapping to his face. It almost sounds like he's... purring?
"...Are you alright-"
"Fine, I'm fine." Satoru mutters, his voice going down an octave, making your heart do a staccato. "That feels nice..."
A reluctant, soft smile makes its way onto your face. "Me touching your undercut?"
"Mhmm..." Is all he says, tilting his head slightly to give your hand better access to it. "Feels nice."
You continue to silently touch his undercut, simply enjoying spending this rare time you have with your busy friend, the two of you completely unaware of the spark that this interaction set alight.
screaming crying backflipping GAHHHHHHHHH WHFGCHEJEHH I LOVE THIS SM
Akssjdjsksk, thank you!!! I'm glad you enjoyed it!!!
Part 1: Undercut
EDIT: OK so this was originally gonna be a one shot but then I decided to do a part 2, which is right here!!!
OK, SO, Part 1 is linked right here if y'all wanna read it, hope you enjoy part 2!!! "Could I touch your undercut?" Satoru leaned forwar
"Could I touch your undercut?"
Satoru leaned forward, a small grin on his face at your question. "Why do you wanna do that?"
You shrug, giving him a smile. "Just wondering, since we're friends."
He waves a hand dismissively, his small grin turning into a smirk. "Yeah, yeah, you can touch it. But you better buy me something sweet after this."
You let out a dry laugh at his request, reaching a hand out as you do so. "Yeah, I'll get you that new strawberry shortcake from the corner store."
Your hand goes to the back of his head, a small frown on your lips when you feel the barrier of his Infinity on. "Satoru..."
His smirk is taunting and if he didn't have the blindfold on, you were sure you would see a mischievous gleam in his crystalline blue eyes.
"Sorry." Satoru says, not sounding sorry at all as he drops the Infinity barrier. "Forgot to turn it off. You know how it is, have to keep it up to keep myself safe-"
He stops talking when your hand touches his undercut, his heart skipping a beat when the tips of your fingers trace over it. A small look of fascination makes its way onto your face as you do so.
"So soft..." You murmur, letting your thumb trace small circles on his undercut, enjoying the way the buzzed egdes feel on the pads of your fingers. "Wow, this is nice."
Satoru doesn't say anything, his eyes closed behind his blindfold, a small, consistent sound coming from the back of his throat. You pause, your eyes snapping to his face. It almost sounds like he's... purring?
"...Are you alright-"
"Fine, I'm fine." Satoru mutters, his voice going down an octave, making your heart do a staccato. "That feels nice..."
A reluctant, soft smile makes its way onto your face. "Me touching your undercut?"
"Mhmm..." Is all he says, tilting his head slightly to give your hand better access to it. "Feels nice."
You continue to silently touch his undercut, simply enjoying spending this rare time you have with your busy friend, the two of you completely unaware of the spark that this interaction set alight.
"Oh come on, you really believe I'll help you out for free?" The male lead on your television said.
"Please! He needs saving!" The female lead screamed.
You soon tuned it out, tapping away on your new phone. You just needed some more background noise for tonight. Even though the rain that was pouring quite heavily usually sufficed as background noise, your brain was running fast, your thoughts almost debilitating and all consuming and the silence of only just having the rain was simply not enough, so you had turned on your TV and settled on some random soap opera.
You checked the last of your messages, giving a final update to your last friend before turning it off and putting it on the coffee table.
Tripping down a steep cliff, breaking your old phone, and then subsequently getting robbed by a fox of all animals and not another hiker was not on your list of how you expected your day to go earlier.
It had been chaotic to say the least.
You turned your gaze away from the ceiling, looking out the window. A clap of thunder boomed, followed by three quick flashes of lightning far off. You sat up, watching as the rain pelted against the window, turning everything into a hazy blur. Exhaustion ebbed at your mind. You were getting tired.
You got up, stretched, and looked down at your remote control, debating if you should keep the TV on or turn it off when there were three loud knocks on your door in quick succession.
You flinched, heart racing as you stood still. Somebody knocking at your door? In this storm? That couldn't be.
But it was, for three more quick knocks followed after a tense few seconds. You scrambled over to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and put it behind your back before tip toeing over to the front door. Just in case if the person knocking was a serial killer or a particularly angry former acquaintance.
You silently cursed as you instinctively checked the peep hole only for it to show nothing because you broke it 6 months ago and had been procrastinating on getting around to fixing it. You took in deep breaths, the cold metal handle of the knife behind your back digging into the flesh of your hand as you slowly unlocked two of the three locks and opened the door, partially peeking through it.
The person standing on your doorstep was soaked through, long dark hair plastered against their dark clothes which you guessed looked like a kimono of sorts and their pale face, which was partially covered by their hair.
"Can I help you?!" You shouted over the rain, hoping the downpour didn't wash away your words.
"I'm sorry to bother, but could I stay for the night?" A familiar voice asked.
One that you thought you wouldn't hear in real life unless you somehow met the voice actor at a convention. You blinked in shock as the man moved his bangs out of his face, an apologetic smile on Suguru Geto's face as he looked down at you.
You closed the door, slowly undoing the locks. This can't be real, right?! He could just be a really good cosplayer with an eerily similar voice as in the anime. Yes, this guy was just most definitely a cosplayer.
Stop overthinking, it's just your nerves, you've had a long day, there's nothing to worry about. You chided yourself.
You opened the door, stepping back to invite him in.
"Come in! Quick, this rain is a mess!" You exclaimed, hoping your nerves were not showing in your voice.
The Suguru Geto cosplayer (?) scrambled in, leaving a trail of water as he entered. You managed to maneuver your body close to a nearby cabinet and gently place the knife behind your back onto it. You stared at the man, who was surveying your house. His black, monolid eyes were calm, not judgemental as he did so.
"Uh... I'll get you some towels! So you can dry off!" You managed to say before scurrying off, not waiting for a response.
You opened the door to your bathroom, hands shaking as you grabbed some towels. He really looked like Suguru. Should you ask him for his name? What if he simply offered 'Suguru Geto' as a name before he decided to murder you and throw your body into a garbage dump? You hated intrusive thoughts but situations such as these made them worse to deal with.
You took the towels quickly, finding him to be in the same spot you had left him in the dim entry hallway, the only lights on in your house being the TV still playing that ridiculously loud soap opera.
You extended the towels towards him, trying for a smile.
"Here you go. Got you some towels."
That was so lame and cringe. You thought to yourself.
The man smiled, which made your heart do a staccato. It was a very attractive smile. He grabbed the towels.
"Thank you very much. Again, I am sorry to bother you but well I got caught up in this storm..." He shrugged, shaking his head. "I certainly wasn't expecting it."
You bit back a retort about checking the weather app and instead said, "Yeah, I understand. The weather around here is a little unpredictable, which is why I stay inside for the most part."
Oh great, you were revealing how much of a shut in you really were. How splendid.
The cosplayer laughed and you almost gasped. He sounded so much like Suguru. You definitely should ask him for his name.
"That is a smart move in living in such areas." His head swiveled around. "Do you happen to have a bathroom I could dry myself off in?"
"O-Oh yeah. Just follow me." You said.
He stayed in step beside you as you walked out of the entryway, into your living room, and then down another hallway, the drip drip drip of water echoing. You stopped at the end of the hallway, pointing at a lone white door.
"There. That's the bathroom. I'll see if I have any spare clothes for you to put on and I can fix up some warm food so that way you don't get sick." You said, smiling.
He looked down at you, nodding slowly. "Thank you very much."
"Of course. It's my pleasure to help out." You stated, turning and then walking away.
You opened a different door, entering the guest room. You flipped the switch and a warm glow encompassed the room, coming from the ceiling light. You went over to the closet, opening the door and rummaging through it. An old friend had left some of his clothes behind the last time he had visited, which looked to be around the size of that Suguru cosplayer's measurements.
You took out a white Henley shirt, black pants, and some black slippers before leaving the room.
You stopped outside the bathroom door, slowly knocking on it. The muffled sounds of grunting and shuffling stopped.
"I brought you some clothes. I'm not sure if they'll be a perfect fit but they're what I have for you." You said.
The door creaked open and your eyes widened perhaps a tad bit. The shirtless cosplayer with only a towel around his waist looked down at you, a playful smirk on his lips. You tried not to stare at his sculpted physique, which still had some water droplets dripping down it.
"Uh, here you go!" You exclaimed, extending your hands with the clothes in them. "I'll get started on something warm for you to eat. Some soup would do you good."
He grabbed the clothes, fingers slowly running over the fabric of them. He glanced down at the clothes and then back at you, chuckling.
"These seem like a near perfect fit, where did you get them?" He asked, tone teasing.
"Oh, they're from an old friend." You supplied, not noticing the way the corner of his eye twitched. You stroked your chin, oblivious. "He left them here last time he visited, which was... hm, quite a while ago. 7 months ago? Either way, the last time I saw him, he had a similar build to you."
"And you could tell that from my baggy clothes?"
"Oh yeah, that old friend taught me how to do so." You smiled absently at the memory before shaking your friend. "I'll go get started on that soup. You change and it'll be ready soon."
"Thanks again for letting me stay out of the rain." He said, almost softly.
"No problem." You said, walking towards the kitchen.
You went to one of the black cabinets, opening it to find a can of soup, well technically stew, available. You took it out, grabbed a small pot and can opener and went right to work.
You hummed as you prepared it, grateful to have plenty of that beef stew (or as you simply just liked to call it, soup) available. It was simple, hearty, and filling. You turned the stove on, pouring the soup in the pot and letting it heat up.
Footsteps sounded from behind and you turned around to see the Suguru lookalike standing at the kitchen entrance, staring at you. With the kitchen lights off, you could see him more clearly. He looked so much like Suguru that it was as if he simply came out of the pages of the manga itself.
"That smells good." He said, walking over to you. "What kind of soup is it?"
"Beef stew." You answered. "I know it's technically not a soup but I don't really care, soup and stew are the same to me."
He glanced at it before looking back to you. "Say, in all of this bit if chaos, I've forgotten to ask for you name. What is it, by chance?"
"Hm? Oh, it's (Name)." You turned to look back at the soup to see the broth boiling. You checked the clock on the stove. 3:25. Just two more minutes then to turn it off. "What's your name?"
"Geto Suguru."
It was almost as if the world tipped with that sentence. That very simply sentence.
"That's... Are you not a cosplayer then? You look like this one character's doppleganger and I thought you might say that character's name instead." You said, hoping the deflecting joke landed.
"A cosplayer? Nah, that's my real name."
You looked back to the soup, which was boiling even more now. You turned it off, silently grabbing a bowl and a spoon from a cupboard.
"Geto Suguru... that's a nice name. Sounds Japanese, are you from Japan?" You said slowly, grabbing the handle of the pot and pouring the soup into the large bowl.
Something in you told you with a certainty that you couldn't even usually deny that this man was the real Geto Suguru and that you had to tread carefully
"Yes, I'm from Japan." Geto said, a charming smile on his face.
"I've always wanted to visit Japan. It looks so nice there." You say, your panic slowly rising as you try to make small talk with a fictional chaaracter who somehow came to life.
"Yeah, it is." Geto tugged at the sleeves of white Henley. He looked extremely hot in the outfit, you had to admit, especially with the way it snugly fit the muscles on his arms. "You've never been?"
"Nah, haven't had the chance to yet. Been pretty busy lately." You put the dirty pot in the sink, turning back to him. "Alright, your soup is done. You can eat it now."
"Thenk you very much, (Name). It has certainly been an experience meeting you."
Happy Halloween, that Dottore post doesn't mean I am making s comeback, I just felt like putting it here on this blog after writing it
TW: Blood, implied violence
A crash sounded just behind you, followed by the sound of the hunter screaming. You sprinted around the corner, not daring to think about what he was doing to the hunter. Whether he was choosing to rip his limbs off one by one or slowly carve at them masterfully, only barely leaving them hanging on and then watching with sickening glee as his next meal tried to escape. With how you had been behaving lately, you reasoned that the hunter would be dealt the latter fate like all of the other former people who tried to rescue you from his grasp.
A choked sob left your bloodied lips as you turned another corner and stumbled across a hall. One that lead to a dead end. There wasn't anything decorating it except for the large, lopsided painting in the center of the wall. The painting looked kld and faded, yet somehow depicted you. You, smiling brightly, with long elongated fangs brushing against the bare shoulder of him, back turned away from the spectator. It didn't make sense. None of this did.
Slow clapping came from behind you and you whirled around, a chill running down your spine at the monster you saw. Him. Dottore, clothes bloodied and ripped but with a lazy smile on his face.
"My dear little pet, did you really think you could try to escape me?" He mused softly, extending a hand.
You turned back to look at the painting, yelling when his hand painfully grabbed you by the face and forced you to look at him.
Dottore's red eyes bore into your own and his smile was wide now, fangs glinting within the bit of light streaming in through the hallway.
"Please-"
"You'll have to speak a little bit louder than that, my dear specimen." He cooed, bringing his hand up to your neck and letting his cold, index finger trace circles on the bite marks he left there hours earlier.
You shivered at his touch, feeling your face flush a bit. "Please, Dottore, let me go. A-At least outside for a bit."
"No... You're too much fun to play with."
