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presidentbungus · 10 months

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Marcel has a way of getting things done, no matter what anyone else really wants to do about it. Tavish isn’t all too sure how he ended up here, one of two seated on a luxury private jet, chugging a steady stream of cocktails he’s already forgetting the prissy names of, using up vacation days he hasn’t had since the lawsuit, but every time he looks up at Marcel sitting across from him and slowly poring through a pile of travel magazines it just makes sense.

And well he knew what he was getting himself into in the first place—you can’t really trust a lad with a watch collection, who fancies sunglasses indoors as a slick and appropriate fashion choice, to not want to spring a trip to somewhere stiff and wealthy at nowhere, equator at every feasible opportunity.

What he lacks in natural cuteness the man makes up for in the strange ability to make anything and everything sound like the most important, life-changing thing you’ve ever considered doing. Not to mention all the well I’ll just go on my own, Tavish, another lonely soul adrift in the whirlpool of solitude, Tavish, and you can stay here and keep working since I know that’s more important to you than anything else, anything at all. And so, curse his natural susceptibility to guilt, Tavish found himself here about an hour later, since all his things were conveniently already arranged in a suitcase on his bed. What a surprise.

Something about dating the French. Marcel looks up at him, and slowly outstretches one expertly fitted leather glove across the aisle, sets it down on his hand, and says: "Tavish, mon beau. Look at this."

And then an awkward shuffling-around of the magazine he's holding with only one hand, until Tavish can see a limp page advertising--well, he assumes it's advertising some sort of spa getaway, using a lot of words he doesn't really recognize, and a completely unrelated picture underneath of dolphins turning in the waves. "The Pacific Pearl package," another pertinent tap at a flowery subsection, "one of the highest-reviewed couple's massage experiences on the continent."

'Highest reviewed'. Tavish knows he's talking it up but on the off-chance he's not he decides it's not worth the risk of breaking his poor wee heart. "Mmm. Wow," sucking down something green out of a cocktail glass. Tastes like watermelon. "That sounds great."

And here Marcel's eyebrows pitch just a little bit and oh, here it comes. "Of course, we would have to give up bungee-jumping if we wanted to slot this into the schedule--"

"Nope. Good try." There it is. "Bungee-jumping is non-bloody-negotiable." Tavish sets his glass down on the table so he can point accusingly, since Marcel's still rubbing treacherous circles into his other hand. "You gave me two… experiences to plan," god he hates that word, "and by god, we're stickin' by 'em. And that also goes for--"

"Scuba diving. I'm aware." Marcel wilts, just a little. "With the sharks. And the jellyfish. And the--"

"Anemone, killer minnows, flesh-eating sandskippers, vicious brain-melting amoebas, I know, Marce."

"You need to relax, mon coeur. Not… get your adrenaline pumping out in the wild. That's all I'm getting at."

Tavish sighs. "I can relax and have a little fun repeatedly jumping off cliffs, those two things aren't mutually bloody exclusive. And you," he says, triumphantly, "you gotta live a little. I can't be the only fun one in this relationship. It's stiflin' me growth as a person."

"I'm fun." Marcel rears back, maybe genuinely offended, though of course you can never tell with him. "I'm very fun."

"Well let's prove it, then."

Marcel opens his mouth, and then it flops shut and he leans back against the seat, pulling his hand back and crossing his arms.

It might be a bad time, but Tavish quietly adds: "Thoughts on parasailing?"

"You're on thin ice."

"Understood."

#this fic is going to be finished with 2 more parts and im going to post it on ao3. i swear. it's going to happen. i swear #i have if i dont post writing ill explode disease theres no cure. except post writing #ive been writing so much recently but the probelm is i have not been writing so much of like 1 individual fic it's been 12 different ones #tf2 spy #tf2 demoman #demospy #bomb voyage #i think thats their ship name #tf2 #bungus snippets #if anyone wants to beta read for me or at least be my noble cheerleader who yells at me to get to writing please reach out. i would kiss yo

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bird-of-eternia · 1 year

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Sometimes I Think About God

Sometimes I think about God. The All Mighty, God on High, The Alpha and Omega, Father of All.

Sometimes I think about God and how he gave up his only begotten son for our sins.

Nobody asked him to do that.

Sometimes I think of God and wonder what he does when he sees the children killing each other as the people who are supposed to save them watch on afraid to sacrifice the life they've lived to save a life that hasn't gotten the chance.

Sometimes I think of God and wonder what he does when people are unequal and conditionally loved because of their skin, sexuality, or gender identity.

Sometimes I think of God and wonder what he does when bodies are ruled by men much older and less wiser than the bodies they want to command.

Does he weep? Does he stay awake crying and thinking of ways he can help? Does he try to reach "his children" through angry thunderstorms or angrier prophets who end up turning holy ground into a capitalist gold mine?

or does he wipe the sadness and corruption from his new custom Gucci shoes? Does he go on vacation with Michael and David and laugh over current events stuffing their faces with a godly feast? His children suffering and hungry on the streets with an addiction they've tried to beat, the hopeless humans praying until their throats are raw and knees bloody from useless groveling. The God they used to know twisted into capitalist swine, CEO of creation.

They tell me this is his plan. God is Good.

Sometimes I think of God and I'm angry so I go to the forest that supposedly he created.

There I find a new god. A new energy of creation that greats me with kind loving arms made of rough oak and sticky maple. A chorus of cicadas and crickets, twittering birds hidden in the branches. This new god is only new to me. It's an old god. Here since the beginning of time and it is a loving god but a stern god. Always providing in expectation that we in turn take care of it, but even when we poison it and cut it's limbs, though it weeps for freedom, this god provides and never turns away.

This new-old god I have discovered does not discriminate or pick and choose who to help. It's bible is written in the change of seasons, in the alignment of planets, the shape of the moon. Scriptures revealed when bare feet meet soft sturdy ground, prayers and praise accepted through dance, candlelight, and sustainability.

This God is true.

This God is everywhere.

This God is inside everything, it's divine power radiating in each atom.

This God is the earth which provides in abundance if only we ask.

This God is the people who fight for a kinder future.

This God is freedom and hope and love

This God is the universe in which stars are created and destroyed

This God is nature

This God is you

This God is me

This God is us

#poetry #religious #witchcraft #ex-christian #should i put a content warning?#religious trauma #i wrote this in my head during a walk in the woods #i dont actually hate God #the big christian guy isnt my probelm #its certain people who follow him #rage write #hopefully this doesnt cause discourse/excitement #its just poetry #earth #nature #nature religion

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iti-kash-ful · 9 months

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Hot girls suffer from tummy aches all around the year.

#hot girl probelm #tummy ache #mean girls #my bullshit #desi tumblr #blah blah blah #writing

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c10v3r · 10 months

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Have you ever made a fankid or wrote any fanfics?

i have made a fankid before ! it was in my cringe amino phase im not very proud of that erm. but ive been thinking about making some

i wish i could write fanfics !! but i just dont have the attention span for writing i am much more good at art anyways

#i have a probelm where i rush through stufd when writing snd not adding anything inbetween #id have to do a lot of backtracking to make sure what i wrote actually makes sense HGWHAHA

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salstray · 10 months

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okay so its 4:20 am (blaze it) and i'm starting the first draft of chapter one on my new ~Book Idea~ after HOURS of world building/character building/ and actually trying to outline the chapter for the first time in my life.

here's to hoping things go well.

#my first idea for this story is alienXhuman monster fucker smut book #probelm? bitch still new to writing smut #so like if anyone wants to help proof read #i will NEVER say no to more proofreaders once I get to the smut part.#will probably be a little while but still #sal speaks #i suppose i could just go with alien x human book. like a normal ass book.... ya know i'll keep writing and just see how i feel #when i get to the potental smut parts

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vtoriacore · 2 years

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✧ it was just one magicam post!

note: this is just kinda a place holder piece before i post some yandere halloween stuff abt twst hehe but anyways, love writing semi jealous vil 🤭

synopsis: It had all started when you accidentally double tapped one of Neige's magicam posts while mindlessly scrolling through to pass some time, but a certain someone noticed a little too soon.

To you, it wasn't even that big of a deal and personally, you couldn't say you cared for Neige. He was just another big celebrity you would occasionally see every now and then on your for you page. That was all there was to it.

But of course, a certain someone had to blow it out of proportion and accuse you of favouritism a mere two or three minutes after you had liked the picture, still accidentally mind you.

"So this is how it's going to be, prefect?" Vil furrowed his eyebrows slightly, crossing his arms in the process.

"Be serious please, it was an accidental tap Vil. And besides, I'm allowed to like the pictures of whoever I want. I don't need you to try and direct who I'm allowed to follow or not," you rolled your eyes amidst all the frustration you felt, and your dearest friend seemed to take it personally.

"Oh? I'm directing you now, am I? I never once said you're not allowed to interact with other people's posts. This isn't about that," your own eyebrows furrowed at the statement as you felt a wave of confusion and even more indignation wash over you.

"Then what is the probelm? What could you possibly be so hung up over that you come to my dorm in almost no time to complain about me liking Neige's post?" you faced the blonde fully, maintaining eye contact which could only be described as tense.

"It's not important anymore. Now that I think about it, it doesn't matter." Except it clearly did matter with how sharply he turned his back on you, and how quickly he tried making his way out of your dorm. You weren't going to let him get away though, so naturally you stood up and followed after.

"Nu-uh. You're staying here and explaining what's bothering you, because it clearly is important," you grabbed Vil's wrist, preventing him from walking further as he turned around, a mixture of both bewilderment and slight agitation.

"You're not going to let this go, are you?" Vil sighed out, using his free hand pinch the bridge of nose, although he made no attempt to pull his other hand away.

"No. You brought it up and you will explain to me," your gaze bore into his lilac eyes.

You however, did not expect the blonde to avert his eyes from yours. And what was even more shocking, was the twinge of crimson peeking from underneath his foundation; it was clear he felt embarrassed which really made you realise that his coming over was a spur of the moment kind of deal.

"Well . . . You seem to like his pictures faster than you like mine," with a clear of his throat, Vil completely refused to look at your form as you couldn't help but let the fact that he, the Vil Schoenheit, was feeling jealous over something so minuscule (in your eyes, anyway).

"Vil . . . How do you even notice the timing, much less some random account liking pictures?" at that question, the celebrity standing right in front of you seemed down right offended as his eyes snapped back up to meet yours. With a scoff, he freed the wrist you were still clutching and just glared at you.

"That's all you have to say?"

"W- It's a valid question!"

"But it wasn't the point of my statement!"

"Well, I'm so sorry I want to know why you're stalking my online activity."

"What a ridiculous notion, as if I would do that. My notifications are simply on."

With a groan, you leaned against the wall, disbelief clouding your mind at this dumb argument. How did it even start anyway? Actually, you didn't want to remember. You just want to resolve this conflict and make sure that you and Vil are still on good terms at the end of the day.

"Okay, listen. The only reason I like Neige's pictures faster is that they always show up on my feed first. That's literally all there is to it," you took it upon yourself to break the silence as you observed Vil who seemee both relieved and hesitant at your answer.

"So you're not dat- Nevermind. I . . . Didn't mean to blow this out of proportion," although not really an apology, seeing how vulnerable your blonde friend seemed in that moment was enough for you to look past this silly argument.

Although the first part of his statement greatly intrigued you; Vil thought you were secretly dating Neige? A smile crept up on your face at a sudden realisation that answered your previous questions on all of Vil's actions up until this point.

"You know, you don't have to worry," you started, observing as Vil looked at you inquisitively, "about me dating someone else. I already have eyes for someone."

The grin on your face fully broke out as the lilac eyed boy cupped a hand over the lower half of his face, clearly not expecting a somewhat indirect confession. And you, being you of course, couldn't help but laugh at the state you put him in.

"D-don't say things of this magnitude so carelessly prefect! But regardless . . . I am glad to hear that, although I would've preferred a more romantic setting for such impromptu confession," from the way he was failing to hide his smile, you knew Vil was only teasing.

"In my defense, I was not expecting to get this kind of burst of confidence and basically tell you how I feel," the corners of your lips tugged up into a smile. You found yourself walking over to where he was standing, little pep in your step. The blonde could only watch in anticipation of what you were going to do - and it wasn't anything he was expecting, finding himself surprised for the nth time this evening by your actions.

However, when he felt your arms gently encircle his back, he couldn't help but immediately respond with an embrace of his own as the contentment he was previously longing to feel with you filled him to the brim.

"But you should also know something."

"Hm? What would that be?"

"I am absolutely never letting this go because it's actually kind of funny. Seeing you all frustrated over this and all," you snickered upon hearing a scoff.

"Tch. Well, I'm not planning on you letting your feelings known in such an atrocious manner either," there wasn't a single twinge of annoyance in his voice, and yet you still felt somewhat offended at the remark. I mean, he was basically the cause of your confession!

"Whatever, I still have the high ground here," you muttered with a smile, finally moving to pull away. However, you were stopped in your tracks as Vil only tightened his hold.

"Not so fast dear, you're going to make up for all the time I've spent trying to get your attention. Now come with me, we have some talking to do," taken aback by the statement, you let yourself get dragged out the door.

It's interesting how such a miserable start to the day could end up going in a such a good direction and all you had to thank for this was silly little Neige's magicam post about some strawberry lip balm Vil would've discarded upon 3 second of inspection.

#twst x reader #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst vil x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader

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writingquestionsanswered · 11 months

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Hello! I think you had a post about this before but I can't find it. Not really sure though. I have this probelm with picking ideas? When I work on a story I usually explore many different ideas for the plot but find myself stuck in choosing one. I quickly grow bored of what I came up with and start creating more... in the end I have too much, and can't decide what fits my story best. Then I procrastinate because I have too many notes to process and get overwhelmed...

Overwhelmed After Story Evolves Too Many Plots

Stories shouldn't naturally evolve through several different plots. If that's happening, there's probably one of the following goin on: 1 - You don't have a good grasp on how stories work. Stories aren't a random exploration of things happening. Stories are a cohesive sequence of related events through which the main characters react to and often resolve a conflict. That conflict may be internal (within the characters), external (within the characters' world), or both. The particular events and sequence of events in your story (story structure) depends on the type of story you're writing. Most stories (longer fiction in particular) follow basic story structure:

If your stories often evolve through multiple plots, it's because you didn't have a clear and solid conflict to begin with, or you didn't know how to explore your conflict effectively (via story structure) and you burned through it too fast. (See: Plot & Story Structure master list) 2 - You don't know why you're writing the story. There's always a reason we start writing a story in the first place. Nine out of ten times it's because we're hit with an idea and are inspired to follow it. But, believe it or not, most of the time there needs to be a greater purpose there. If you have a cohesive conflict and well developed plot, your story has a purpose in terms of what the characters get out of it. But what about what the reader gets out of it? Do you just want them to have a rip-roaring good time? Do you want them to feel like they've been sucked into the mystery with your investigator protagonist? Do you want them to feel less alone as someone whose experienced the same thing as your protagonist? Do you want them to feel seen or represented? Do you want them to walk away with some deep meaning or moral lesson? And what about you? What do you get out of this story as a writer? Are you writing it to explore an aspect of life, society, or a particular dynamic that is fascinating to you? Are you hoping of catharsis as you do a deep dive into an experience you yourself have lived through? Are you hoping to deliver a moral message that you feel is important to spread? Knowing not just what your characters get out of the story, but what your reader and yourself as the writer get out of the story is an important part of staying on track and staying motivated.

3 - You're chasing waterfalls, so-to-speak... meaning that rather than staying on track, you're leaving the plotted course in pursuit of prettier, more exciting things. Most of the time when this happens, it's because you're giving into the dopamine rush you feel when a new idea strikes. Now, ideally you would write the idea down someplace safe, put it out of your mind, and put your focus back on your story. We do this every single day in life, because if we didn't, we couldn't go to school, have jobs, date, have social lives, raise children or animals... being a responsible human requires us to choose to do the thing we need to do rather than chase the sparkly fun things. If you have to leave for class in ten minutes but your favorite movie just started on TV, you have to make the choice to turn off the TV and go to class. You choose to stay on course rather than go off-track and do the fun thing. However, many of us have a difficult time with these types of decisions for various reasons, such as neurodivergence, chronic illness, depression, mental illness, stress, and exhaustion. So, it's not always easy to make that choice, even when it just means taking the new and exciting idea and writing it down for later. One thing you can do in that case, though, is leave yourself a note in the current story about where you're headed next. What's the next moment, scene, or event you're going to write? Then, save it and set it aside and follow the new idea for a little bit by starting a new story. That way, you're not grafting this idea onto a story that already has its course plotted. 4. You need to be a "plotter". If you start out with a solid plot and story structure, you know what you want to get out of the story, and you're not letting yourself chase waterfalls, but you STILL can't keep your story to one plot, this is a pretty good sign that you need to be a "plotter." Now, there tends to be a little controversy over the whole "plotter" vs "pantser" thing, and that's mainly because everyone things their way is best and often forget there's actually a whole spectrum between plotting and pantsing. Either way, they're both a real thing, because some writers need to intricately plot their story down to timeline, scene list, glossaries, and bios, while others can just "write by the seat of their pants" and let the story develop as they right. Then, of course, there are writers who fall every which way in-between.

Some writers are inherently plotters or need some level of plotting in order to execute a story from beginning to end. Some can write with little to no planning at all. For some writers it depends on their phase of life or what they're specifically writing. But, if you find that your stories are always going off-track even if they're solid in your mind, you may need to do some solid plotting. Start by having a beginning to end written summary of the story and see if that's enough to keep you on track. If not, next time try the summary as well as a timeline of events. If that doesn't work, try the summary and timeline plus a scene list. And just keep adding things until you find the right amount of planning to keep you on track with your original idea.

Happy writing! I hope something here works for you!

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justcallmesakira · 3 months

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SAKIRAS BACK FROM HER HIATUS!!!

Hi guys, so um i am back! :D Because of my terrible health and overflowing assignments, and tests and my college works i couldnt write for a while or do any of the valentine's sweetheart event! But now its all over finally, though i am still busy since its ramdam and i want to focus on my religion, i will try my best to deliver you my works!

I will set my theme, for this month and open my requests and everything by this week (I will try lol) i will be a bit active these days but i will be completely free after mid-march.

So after i make the RULES and DNI and everything the requests will be open! :D

Feel free to send me a ask or dm if somethings the probelm thank you all for the support!! :3

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yuujism · 10 months

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Tainted Promises (geto suguru x reader)

Part 1: Tainted

| PAIRINGS: gojo satoru x gn!reader x getou suguru

| WARNINGS: suggestive, explicit language, smut soon (next chapter will have tags) woo plot, established relationship, cheating, toxic, revenge, angst, kinda modified so it can fit the story (implied to be set after riko's death and geto's spiralling but uhh...), reader's sex and physical appearance is never mentioned, grammar errors

| WORD COUNT: 2.1k

| A/N: i'm back but im not really back lol this is the first part of a small series I started writing like 2 years ago and found in my notes app so... why not publish it and let people read it even if i am not currently writing? anyway idk if people remember me but thank u for supporting my works even after all this time and liking them :) see you in 2 more years LOL (jk ... unless...)

They were the strongest.

Those words resonated as an echo in Suguru’s mind since that day, the meaning behind those words still a total mystery. Perhaps it was meant as a responsibility. An inevitable fate.

An implicit promise.

He didn’t think much of it before Satoru’s serious words struck him like a lightning inside the eye of the storm, coming back to Suguru in form of dreams. Nightmares. Images of welcoming bloody hands spread towards him, an invitation, perhaps even a threat, to join a lawless world dictated by the untouchable. The strongest.

No. That wasn’t Suguru’s ideal.

Who cared about being the strongest among all? Rules were necessary. Listen to the higher-ups, complete missions, save and protect humans, swallow curses, taint yourself. Swallow, taint, conserve the peace. That was the job of a jujutsu sorcerer. That was the job of Geto Suguru.

Responsible, dutiful, diplomatic and strong.

So why was Satoru—his teammate, his accomplice, his best friend—different from him? A rule breaker, a rebellious soul with god complex issues, an idiot, incapable of seriousness and apathetic.

Why, even with all those flaws to Suguru’s eyes, could Satoru get someone like you in his life?

You, just like Suguru, followed the rules. A professional sorcerer that cared for the weak, getting out of their way to protect the smallest and even the biggest. Top of the class after him, Yaga’s right hand, the favourite of the higher-ups, probably even more trustable than Suguru himself. However, now with your brand new relationship with Satoru? Not that much. He knew that way too well.

Tainted. Making a promise with Satoru would get anyone tainted.

The probelms seemed to have started one month after the beginning of your story together. A few weeks later, they were too obvious for Suguru -or anyone- to ignore. Hints of sleepless nights appeared on your features and the memories of an unknown scent that followed Satoru’s clothes kept haunting you along with the jealousy and hurt in your body. Missed calls, ditched dates and a small bruise on your lover’s neck. It quickly became toxic. Almost unbearable. Suguru knew it. You knew it.

And you both played dumb.

Responsible. You had to be responsible for your actions. You made a promise after all, and, ever the diplomatic sorcerer, you were intending to keep it. Swallowing the pain and hatred, the sadness and sorrow, the embarrassment and anger, you decided to keep living with the lie that was Gojo Satoru as proudly as your shattered dignity allowed you. You were better than him but for how long?

Rules were necessary. You followed the rules as a religion. But what good did that ever bring you?

Suguru could already sense it, perhaps even before you noticed. The corruption that anger and impotence could bring you. It was unstoppable once it started spreading, taking over your thoughts and ideals to then consume your actions. Satoru was the strongest in almost every sense that he became a poisonous time bomb for the ones surrounding him. It just happened to explode in your face to suffer the majority of the consequences.

But were you the only one living them? You certainly weren’t the only one ignoring the menace that Satoru was. And definitely not the only one involved closely with said sorcerer.

Suguru vividly remembers the shared laughs between him and his best friend after the story of how Satoru cheated on you. Repeatedly. A good fuck, he described you, his favourite toy so far. But Suguru knew him too well, right? He understood him better than anyone to even expect him to get in a serious relationship, right? That’s why they were best friends, the strongest, the rulers of the new to come sorcery world. Right?

Right. Satoru was right. Even if Suguru’s brain didn’t stop replaying images of you with clenched teeth and hands closed in a tight fist, angry eyes staring at Satoru’s figure from afar to quickly change into your usual loving and submissive demeanour when he turned to look at you, he agreed. Even if Suguru felt himself become worse than he ever was when you gave him the sweetest of smiles even after laughing at you with Satoru for the nth time behind your back, he agreed.

Because Satoru was hard-to-swallow for Suguru, yet he kept indulging himself into the bittersweet taste that was that friendship over and over again.

Rules, responsibilities, strength, empathy. None of that mattered when Satoru was in the picture. The only thing that mattered was a promise. At the end of the day, they were best friends for a reason and you were with him for a reason.

That didn’t change the fact Suguru could treat you so much better. Be so much better. His heart dropped at the thought. Was he in the position to even think that after being accomplice of Satoru’s actions? After playing along and laughing at you? At this point, he was as guilty as your current cheat of a lover. But he could still have a chance, could he not? He was strong, responsible and professional. Would he be any better than Satoru? He thought he would. He hoped he would.

Suguru’s mind started flooding with questions once again, self-doubt dripping from every single one of them until his thoughts were flooded with insecurities and rage. Rage? Strange yet oddly familiar. The warmth travelling over his body felt nice for once. No longer suppressed and set free to quickly come down from that high to feel guilty once again. Why would he feel rage towards Satoru? He was his best friend.

Was he?

Oh, how Suguru missed that little voice inside his head. A voice that he silenced long ago. The one that told him to commit the unbelievable, that went against all his morals and ideals, the one that ordered him to swallow and swallow, not for the greater good but for him to become stronger. Because he could. Because he wanted to. The voice that was as tainted as his thoughts were right now.

And now, as his chest tightened with anger and his body ached with hunger of power, Suguru never felt more as himself as he did now. Strong and capable, the maker of his own rules and own world. A perfect world. He was right back then when he thought of the weak as simple as that: weak. And he was right to feel what he avoided to feel all that time.

Power.

Suguru had the power to ignore the responsibility that came along with it. He had the power to follow his own path with his own decisions without having to live behind someone else’s shadow. To get what he wanted whenever he wanted.

Responsible, dutiful, diplomatic and strong.

That was Geto Suguru. And right now, he wanted you.

And nobody noticed. Not Satoru, his proclaimed best friend, who kept playing around lost in the pleasure of both you and the freedom of being the strongest. Not the higher-ups who kept relying on him to keep an eye on the threat that was Satoru. Not his acquaintances that followed him mindlessly into a slowly growing empire. His empire.

Nobody noticed the power growth in Suguru. Nobody except you.

Strong. Suguru was strong in your eyes. With sly movements, smug smile and a powerful stance. Completely overshadowed by the confidence of your current lover until the day he looked at you from above. Both figuratively and literally. His eyes held a promise, a completely different kind from Satoru’s that you understood way too well it scared you.

Carnal, passionate and angry. That was his promise. A shiver ran down your spine at the mere sight of Suguru, responsible and respectful Suguru, smirking at you. Dark and dangerous. A different Suguru. Because you both shared the same ideal. Rules were necessary. And this time he was the one who made the rules.

You weren’t interested. At least you tried to convince yourself you weren’t. Rules weren’t meant to be broken nor renewed, not by Suguru, not by you, not by anyone. So why did you feel excited at the thought of going against your own morals? To break, destroy and betray everything and everyone along with your lover’s best friend? It shouldn’t surprise you, in fact, you were not surprised.

Your promise to Satoru started losing importance when you considered meeting with Suguru. You lied to yourself by thinking it would be to have a small talk, to ask for an explanation behind the meaning of that moment between the two of you and kindly reject whatever he wanted to propose. It sure didn’t matter anymore when you were under his dark gaze at the step of his door, mouth open in a silent gasp at the power Suguru, overshadowed Suguru, radiated, never losing his gentle and highly demanour as he let you in with a soft smile on his face and the smooth sound of your name leaving his mouth.

A treacherous silence filled the room as time seemed to freeze between the two of you, staring at each other seconds after closing the door.

You wanted to yell at him for even thinking he could get away with whatever he had in mind. For deeming you so low to think you would break the promise to Satoru and betray him when you were better than that. But were you when excitement was making your legs shake when Suguru’s eyes landed on your lips for a small second? Were you better when you couldn’t stop thinking in the way his large hands would feel on your body?

The answer was crystal clear: you weren’t. You never were.

And realisation hit you. It hit you harder than Satoru’s cheating. And it sure hit you harder than the surprise you felt when you threw yourself at Suguru’s arms, lips crashing in a desperate kiss.

Because all those times, Suguru could see through you and he was a great pretender too. He saw your hatred and your thirst for revenge, the constant fight within you to stop yourself from breaking the rules. To disobey the higher-ups. To betray Yaga. To hurt Satoru. They all deserved it. How pretentious of you to even think you were any better than any of them.

You and Suguru were the same. Responsible, dutiful, diplomatic and strong. Suguru just happened to be stronger.

As Suguru’s large hands roamed over your waist to push you closer to his own body as his tongue entered the warmth of your own mouth, you realised something else. You didn’t want Suguru and neither did he want you. What you both wanted was the power taht was long taken away from you.

Power over a certain sorcerer.

It seemed Suguru noticed your change in demanour as your tangled your hand in his long silky hair and slightly pulled, the aggressiveness of your tongue along with his making him let out a groan that you swallowed with a whimper before he pulled away, a sly smirk on his face.

“You sure didn’t need any explanation, did you?” Suguru muttered as one of his hands traveled to your cheek, his thumb caressing your now wet lips as he eyed you. Such a gentle move yet so dominant. Expected from someone like Suguru. “Finally grew tired of Satoru cheating on you?”

That was unexpected.

Rage filled your body once again as you slapped his hand away from your face, glaring at him just the same way you’ve glared at Satoru when he wasn’t looking. Suguru chuckled as he grabbed your face once again, this time a little rougher as he turned you to face him again, other hand sneaking under your shirt to feel the soft skin under it. You held back a moan.

“Oh, come on. It was a small joke.” He playfully stated, long fingers drawing circles on the side of your waist as you grew impatient and angry. At what? You weren’t sure.

“An unfunny one at that.” You finally spoke and Suguru raised an eyebrow at the unknown and new stern tone your voice held. The sweet, professional and kind goody two shoes forsaken under his influence. “I didn’t come here for a stand-up show.”

Your hands made their move again, landing on the collar of his shirt as you got closer again, anticipation giving you the confidence you lost before.

“I can see that.”

And just like that, your mouths crashes again, this time angrier, hungrier. Suguru’s comment about Satoru cheating on you lit an agressive fire within you that you tried to extinguish. But here, between Suguru’s arms and the feeling of his mouth now travelling down your neck, you finally felt free.

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