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[sskk-manifesto]

Bungou Stray Dogs: Dead Apple and how “ability users” (opposite to “normal people”) learning to accept themselves through the acceptance of their own abilities is a queer metaphor of acceptance of own's sexual orientation and gender: an essay by me

[bbnibini]

650, blue and Solomon! I wanted you to write for someone I know you would enjoy ehe~ Hurt me as much as you want. Love ya 😘

--Ophelia

Blue

It was in the season when summer was at its peak, and the sky and the sea were dyed deeply in its shade. He could close his eyes again if he wished; deny himself of all the beauty he was witnessing. It was easy, after all—hating the things he was used to hating. But the irony was there. He looked at you, surrounded by everything he had hated all his life, and thought it was beautiful.

It was in the roses in your arms–a testament to his hidden feelings. ‘An impossible, unattainable love, much like these flowers’, he said this to you in his usual whimsy. A jab thrown at its “mysterious sender”. He called himself a coward in your presence. Why couldn’t he say it in your face? Someone like this doesn't deserve you. Your anger pierced through his soul and made his heart skip a beat.

“How could you say that when he cut all of the thorns for me and cleaned up the stems so prettily? So what if he couldn’t say it to my face? I might not know who he is, but I know that he loves me.”  And you were right. The love that he had for you was already drowning him, but at that moment, he felt himself sinking deeper.

It was in his eyes when you caught him in a lie and pretended not to know anything. The way you spoke about him as if he was someone else, “attacking” him with endless compliments and words of love. Words that couldn’t seem to get through him no matter how loudly they were spoken. Even if you screamed, he could only hear your silence.

It was on days when his feelings reflected it as well—shades deeper than usual as he caught himself in nostalgia. As time passed and his youthfulness remained, he found himself counting the wrinkles on your face in a mixture of affection and worry. 

It was the colour of your shirt that day. On a particularly sombre night where a few glasses of wine were downed to temper the lingering hollowness in his chest, he cried in your arms and begged you to stay. You couldn’t be going anywhere, not yet at least. He knew that. It was ridiculous–surely, you thought that too. This wasn’t the first time he had been this fragile —yet there was something almost calculating about it.  Even at his most vulnerable, he couldn’t seem to say the words he wanted to tell you out loud. 

It was the paint that chipped away at the walls of your old apartment. The usual smile on his face hid his many worries. He told you of the spells he had at the ready—some magical tools he had bought specifically to help you in your move. He could have deceived you when you knew him far less–through the smoke and mirror rumours that he didn’t care enough to dismiss. But this was the same man who moved mountains for you and risked his life just to make sure you were safe, even at the cost of his own. You couldn’t be fooled.

“Do you know where I’ll be going?”

His lips trembled slightly at the question, his facade slipping away.

“Lamentation…right?” You shook your head. 

“In the past?” You shook your head again. 

It was in his eyes again—shining like the starry sky. He was too taken aback to speak from his heart, so you pulled out the words from his lips as you leaned closer to him. 

“Guess where?” You laced your fingers with his and kissed the back of his hand; his face becoming a lovely shade of red in shock.

“Wherever you’re going, of course. Forever.”

…along with the word he had been struggling to tell you for ages.

“Forever?” 

A word you were determined to say to him until he finally believes in it.

“Forever.”

(650 words, blue)

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[ashrifts]

ㅤ * . ⊹◞ ㅤ@deathfavorㅤsays :ㅤㅤ❝ㅤIzana is elegant on ice so long as he's not disrupted. Unfortunately, crowded places full of people who mostly don't know what they're doing is not a place where there's likely to be no disruptions. Frankly, Izana is admittedly impressed he's made it this long without the reality being discovered or suspected. It's only a matter of time though before that illusion shattered by someone who comes barreling towards him. Izana at least does manage to avoid a collusion that would result pile of tangled limbs - at the cost of all elegance being shattered. Because he stumbles and does not manage to recover as gracefully as he would on land. On land he's practically unstoppable. On ice? His movements on land do not translate to ice and he DOESN'T have those skills. There's a yelp and flail of arms as Izana tries in vain to catch himself before he can crash into the ice, but every second it becomes even less likely of a possibility. It looks like he's about to crash into the ice any second, a grim fact he's not pleased to have about to happen. ( Time to be a knight in shining armor Ran - Izana is going to end up just limply laying in Ran's arms if he catches him. )ㅤ❞

𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞. the ice rink had been his destination of choice for the day where the rest had been quick to vote for other ways to spend the holiday downtimesㅤ───ㅤthough with how packed it was with groups of families and friends alike, he cannot speak for how much he's enjoying the tight space. still, he does enjoy the audience his practiced balance brings, idly skating backwards to keep an eye on their floundering teammates. he expected the clumsiness of a kitten with boots from mocchi, and is not disappointed to see him falling face-first and dragging shion down with him. he chuckles to himself, tilting his head to the side to share the joke with izana, and instead finds his leader struggling to find his usual steadiness.

for a moment, ran is not sure what he's looking at; their dignified and inscrutable king had never given them reason to think of him as anything but, his authority as heavy as the crown on his head, and ran would still have too many fingers in one hand to count the times he'd seen him express anything else than absolute control. the fact that something as a little accidental push from a nobody could bring him to his knees...

it's the yelp that pushes ran into action, less with alarm and more with an amicable wave of amusement that surprises even him, with all the lightheartedness of a particularly well-landed joke and none of the cruelty from the mockery of someone else's misery. ( and if he'd lingered a second too long to joyfully observe the way izana's arms fought to find something to hold on to in the empty space around them... well, hopefully it went by unnoticed. ) sliding smoothly towards him, ran is already reaching a hand out to help him find balance again and save him from much more than simply hitting the frozen floor. but perhaps he is a little too happy to be the one to witness the would-be accident and prevent it, because he fails to notice the clumsy couple behind him until a distracted voice apologizes and his own balance falters and it's too late to regain it.

the hand that had already grasped izana's forearm clings to it instead, instinctively searching for something to keep him grounded, but when his hopeful pillar was as unsteady as him, it only serves to further mess their footing up. izana's flailing arm pulls ran forward, and in his own effort to stand back straight before his face makes an unfortunately intimate contact with the floor, ran ends up yanking on the other man's arm backwards. there's a single second of hope that breaks in the very next one, when their uncoordinated movements clash and makes them slip backwards too.

uh-oh.

a sharp oomph! leaves ran's mouth the moment his back collides with the ground, and he doesn't get the chance to feel any pain from where the back of his head ricochets, because izana's own head lands squarely on his chest, abruptly punching the air out of his lungs. looks like he had ended up pulling izana down with him, but only one of them had been lucky enough to have a body cushion half of his fall. ran groans and makes no effort to stand back up just yet, feeling a throbbing where his shoulder blades impacted with the ice. he was going to be feeling that tomorrow.

that was... unsightly. ran lays where he fell, staring in astonishment at the bright ceiling lightsㅤ───ㅤyet, ran blinks once, twice, and lets his head drop back down to the icy floor as he laughs out loud, almost silent with his lack of breath, chest vibrating under izana's head with the gentle force of it. his hand is now resting on izana's shoulder, where instead of pushing him off of him, he gives it a couple of pats.

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤyou okay, captain?ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe chuckles softly despite the humiliating situation. something about experiencing such a disgraceful moment with his leader... he can't help the idle smile on his face, even as the back of his head begins throbbing too.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤi dearly hope you don't demote me from heavenly king to your cushion after this.ㅤ’

[bestcurse]

every piece of him thrums to life in her presence. his heart beats steadily in his chest, reminding himself that it's still there, existent— that it hasn't gone missing, like he thought it might've, over this past year. but, miller doesn't know anything better than this right here, settled between her legs, falling witness to the melodic sounds that breeze past her lips, that reverberates off the walls around them. everything feels electric, thrilling, like he's finally returning to his body, after all this time— that he can be the one person he's only ever been with her; himself. and he doesn't particularly want to consider how hard it's been without her, how despondent he's been trying to adjust to this new life on his own, blending in with a new city, new people, who didn't really know him at all, especially when there's much better things to focus on, right now, but he finds it difficult not to. if only for a moment. because none of it really mattered to him, not here at least— not when her hips are bucking against him, when the sound of her laughter can bring him from the darkest of places his mind threatens to spiral into. only the light shines in now, reminded of how good this could be, how good they were together. that it wasn't, or couldn't ever be, like this with anybody else. he doesn't pause to consider her question, either, in fact his initial answer is to provide her with even more of what she wanted, as if to say yes, that's what he thought about. and it's a finger then, one that had been toying with her arousal, that presses against her entrance, sliding in with ease, curling in a way he was sure she used to like. that she still does, he hopes. it's as that finger finds a steady rhythm, as he uses his mouth, his tongue, to press against that particular bundle of nerves, that he realises that this is what he liked, remembering all the times he would purposefully work her up, before he even got close to touching her, to making a mess of her. couldn't quite hold that much restraint this time around, considering how long it's been since they found each other like this, but he knows, deep down, that it was the feeling of being wanted, needed, that he liked so much. that he always was, with her— he wasn't too much, or too little; everything was just right. in his own way, he supposes he needs her right now, far more than she needs him. but he knows she's aware of it, that it's why she had shown up for him today. so, it's a hum that he uses to reply to her question, ensuring that the sound vibrates against her core in just the way he wants it to, before he's pulling back slightly, if only to drive a second finger along the first, gaze rested upon her. " hm, i think we both know how much it turns me on when you do, " but there was something that slightly overtook it, and it dances in his eyes as he takes her in. " but not as much as watching you come does— are you going to do that, baby? come for me? " and as if to work further towards his goal, his mouth is back on her, working alongside his fingers to get her there.

even after a year’s worth of nights apart, there’s nothing but comfort here, stripped bare beneath him. in fact, devon’s realizing now that this is the first time in a long time she felt at home in her apartment, here in his presence. doesn’t matter that they’re not in what was once their bedroom, because frankly, it didn’t matter where they were— as long as he’s here, by her side, she’s at home. it’s something they create between them, and not just in heated, passionate moments like this, searching for pleasure, but even in the mundane, like making dinner or reading together before falling asleep. it suddenly dawns on her now just how much she’s missed this feeling, just how lonely she’s been the past year without him by her side. might be why everything feels so heightened, right now, reuniting with those lost pieces of herself and him, too— his touch, his smell, his taste, how he sounds. all five senses engaged, completely attuned to him and how effortless this always has been, with him. there was no need for pretending, no mind games— nothing but love and understanding flowing between their bodies and minds. for a brief second, she wonders if that’s normal for two people who haven’t seen each other in a year, or if maybe that was exclusive only to them. and she thinks she might ask, seek his opinion, but the words catch in her throat the further he kisses down her stomach, abandoning them completely as butterflies flock to each spot, wondering if he can feel them, fluttering beneath her skin, against his lips— if he’s aware of the excitement and the need he incites within her with just a simple touch. she’s fully lost in it, eyes falling shut, only reopening when he stops at her thighs, hand still tangled in his hair as she looks down at him, breath lodged in her chest at how perfect he looks, even better than she's imagined him, so many times before. and to see that he’s looking at her, too, that their eyes meet just as his lips meld against the flesh of her thigh, leaving a mark, is almost enough to have her crumbling, right then and there, letting out a soft moan, meant for only him to hear, for him to know exactly what he does to her. and yes, this was fleeting, and she couldn’t exactly expect anything to come from tonight, but at least both of them would have a souvenir of it in the coming days, just to remind themselves that it was real, that it was everything, she’s unsure how much more she could take without being touched by him, however, without some form of friction, but then his fingers slide against her, in the one spot she needed him, causing her entire body to react, hips bucking slightly. “ fuck, miller, ” it falls in a loud moan, echoing off the walls just as he presses his mouth against her, unable to control the sounds that follow, the desperation muddled within. “ only when i think about you, about this, ” she breathes, teeth tugging at her lower lip, trying to find some self-control. “ someone has been teasing me, though, so i think that might have something to do with it, right now, ” it’s added with a soft chuckle, every part of her aching for more. “ you like it when i beg for you, hm ? is that what you think about ? ”

[inorganicone2230]

um... i'm sorry to bother you but i was hoping you could do a yandere!erasermic x depressed reader. you know where they tell them that they want the reader to be theirs but she feels as if she doesn't deserve it. please and thank you, by the way i love your previous works

Soft Yander!Erasermic x Shy/Depressed Fem!Reader

I'm not entirely sure if this is what you meant but I hope you enjoy it none the less! 😊

You honestly couldn't remember how long it had been since they had taken you. You knew that it had to have been about a year based on the changing of the seasons outside. At least, that's what you assumed since you were so rarely let out of your comfortable basement room. It had been late summer when you were kidnapped. Looking out the window now, you could see that the month's had rolled back around to early spring, with patches of green grass poking out of unmelted snow piles that littered the ground and fresh buds covering the trees of the forest that surrounded the out-of-the-way house. It was quite tranquil, even for someone in your situation.

When the pro hero's Present Mic -who you knew by reputation only- and Eraserhead -who you only knew because of the press coverage surrounding UA High- had first approached you on one of your late night treks home from work, talking to you as if you were an old friend, you had been a bit flabbergasted to say the least. You didn't know either of these men and you told them so.

“I-I’m sorry, the two of you must have me confused with someone else. Sorry for the mix up.” You had mumbled quietly, gaze downcast to avoid eye contact as you tried to bypass them and continue on your way. You were stopped however when the two heroes stepped back into your path.

“We don't have you confused with anyone else (Y/N).” Eraserhead said matter-of-factly.

You froze as fear gripped at your senses. “H-how do-”

“We've been watching ya for a while now, since that night at the bridge.” Present Mic cut you off to clarify.

At the time, it had felt like ice was pumping through your veins instead of blood. You knew exactly what night he was speaking of. It was the night that you had contemplated jumping, to plummet yourself into the raging waters of the semi-flooded river.

You'd had depression for a few years now and that night you had made the mistake of picking up some liquor and indulging just a little too much. In your drunken and self-loathing state, you had gone to the bridge. No one had been there, or so you thought, and you had cried and screamed out your frustrations before climbing on the edge to sit. You had sat there for a while, going back and forth in your mind about whether to go through with it or not.

In the end though… you went home.

It takes a moment for you to notice, but while you had been distracted they had moved closer and you instinctively took a step back only to have them follow you step for step.

“We were in the area that night,” the voice hero explains, “and we heard ya crying. It was so sad and broken.” He had looked like he was about to cry at just the thought. “When we saw ya sitting there about to let yourself fall, Shouta got ready to catch ya with his scarf, just in case.”

Shouta picked up the story from there when his companion started to become a tad bit too emotional and for the life of you, you wonder why you hadn't just screamed or tried to run immediately, not that it would have done you a lick of good. Instead you had made the mistake of standing there and listening to them. “But in the end you made the right choice and didn't do it. You went home and we followed you to make sure that you got home safe and sound.” He flashed you a small smile. “After that, me and Hizashi, we've been following you ever since, watching to make sure you stayed safe.”

They had smiled at you so sweetly, shining eyes and faint blushes dusting their cheek, it would have been cute were it not for the unsettling situation it was coming out of.

Hizashi seemed to have gathered his wits by that point and had picked up the tale again. “At first we just wanted to make sure that you were going to be ok over the next few days. But…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his head as if he had been nervous to keep going. “But, we eventually started to see what a sweet girl ya are. I’m not sure when it happened, or even all the reasons for why, but we found ourselves falling for ya. Falling hard (Y/N)! That's why we're here tonight, we finally have everything ready for ya to come home with us.” He finished with a great big smile, spreading his arms out wide like he'd expected you to run into them.

“Excuse me?!” Your voice was squeaky but you had commended yourself on your lack of stuttering. Your mind was racing and you thought you had to be hearing that wrong. They did not just admit to stalking you and there was no way they were implying what you thought they were. You were simply misunderstanding them was all, right?

The looks on their faces told you otherwise.

You had just made the decision to turn around and make a break for it, realization finally dawning on you just how disturbing this whole encounter was, but Shouta must have sensed this shift in you and reached out to snag your hands in his. Gently, so as not to frighten you further, he'd tried to reason with you. “We know this is all very sudden for you Kitten, but we just want what's best for you.”

Arms came to wrap around your waist, trapping your own arms to your sides. “This is for your own good Sweetheart. Ya might not understand it right now, but you're just gonna have to trust us. We want you to be safe -even from yourself- and the only way to do that is for you to come with us.” Hizashi finished, laying a little kiss on your cheek.

You had wanted to run, to scream and kick and bite. But being a passive person by nature on top of being terrified, you'd attempted to reason with them instead. “T-that's very flattering and a-all, really it is. But… I'm going to have to s-say no. I-I’m not in the best place right now and I'm n-not ready for anything like this.” You had foolishly thought that that would work.

Your eyes snapped wide open when, without missing a beat, a firm hand clamped over your mouth and you felt a small pinch in your upper left arm. Looking down as best you could you saw that the erasure hero had produced a small syringe from somewhere and suck you with it, the last drops of the clear substance plunging into your body before you could even process what had just taken place. You had a sick feeling you knew what was in that needle, or at the very least, what it was going to do to you. Tears welled up in your eyes and you shook your head in disbelief at what was happening.

“We know your not ready for a relationship right now Kitten,” Shouta said, pulling the needle from your arm and capping it before putting it away for future disposal. “but your coming home with us regardless, we still need to keep you safe after all.”

Hizashi used the hand on your face to turn your head to the side as he nuzzled his face into your neck, “We know it's going to take awhile for ya to understand and we're willing to wait as long as ya need. You'll see honey, we'll be best boyfriends you could ask for!”

That was one of the last things you heard because not long after, the drug had finally kicked in and you passed out only to awaken hours later, locked in the basement room -prison- they had set up for you.

The first few months had been hard as they kept you down there 24/7. The spacious basement was more like an apartment, being equipped with off life's necessities. A nice bathroom, a big comfy bed covered in warm blankets and pillows, books, TV and movies, and a fridge loaded with pre-prepared food and snacks, no cooking by yourself though since that involved knives and other things you could potentially hurt yourself with. Despite all that though, it was maddening to see nothing but the same things day after day. And in an effort to be granted little freedoms like being allowed upstairs, which is where you currently find yourself, you began to behave for them. You stopped trying to get away.

You know that this is probably the isolation and Stockholm Syndrome talking, but in all honesty, neither of the two heroes were all that bad. Sure they had kidnapped you, but they did genuinely seem to care about you and want your happiness. They never pushed you to do anything that you weren't comfortable with, always limiting their touches to small hugs and handholding, sometimes even a light kiss or two if you were having a particularly good day. They were unfailingly kind and understanding of your feelings, that's probably why you began to crave their affections more and more as time wore on. It was nice to feel wanted, even under the circumstances you found yourself in.

But there was one thing weighing heavily on your mind. It was the one thing keeping you from accepting them completely, and so you asked them.

“I'm not good enough to deserve this level of devotion from anyone, I'm just some nobody loser who never did anything with my life. So why do you want me in the first place?”

They stare at you like have grown a second head before their expressions morph into ones of concern and they move closer to you, taking a seat on either side of you on the couch.

Hizashi puts a warm hand on your knee, “What are ya talking about hon? Your perfect! Sweet, kind, caring, beautiful. What more could we want? Who else could we want?”

His words stir up your emotions and you try to keep yourself from crying, “I don't know, maybe someone more confident, someone who would be able to stand with you, not behind you. Someone the exact opposite of me.”

“Kitten, will you please look at me?” Shouta asks softly. You do, meeting his tired eyes with your own watery ones as he cups your face in his hands. “We love you (Y/N). We don't have all the answers as to why, but please believe that we do. You are a wonderfully sweet girl and we will do whatever we can to help you see that. To help you see that we want you to be ours.”

The tears are freely flowing now and you feel him pulling you into his lap with Hizashi cuddling up to your back as quiet sobs shake your small form.

“Just trust us. Let us handle everything.”

“We'll make you happy if you just give us the chance. Can you let us do that?”

You know that this is fundamentally wrong, you shouldn't be fine with this, you shouldn't want this. But it's just easier to give in and accept the hand that you've been dealt. You want to be loved and cared for so badly, and if they want to spend their lives proving that that's what they want as well, then who are you to deny them and yourself. Especially when it's what all three of you want.

It's small and quiet but you nod your head, “I-I can do that. J-Just please don't let me down. Please.”

Hands are petting your back and hair as you all stay like that, curled up together and just enjoying the presence of one another.

“Never Darling. Never.”