onceonafullmoon

[onceonafullmoon]

so who's gonna write the blue lock fic where Jackson Wang is throwing a party

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #unless its already been written

[onceonafullmoon]

Hey, i was the one who asked for the Great witch headcanon, just wanted to say that I really liked the way you wrote it, good stuff

Thank you so much and I'm sorry you had to wait so long! Recently I've been drifting away from the DSP fandom, but it still holds a special place in my heart. Asks like this really make my day!

#anon 🧡

[onceonafullmoon]

"Even if you aren't very good at video games she'll still want to play with you" I could see Futaba enjoying trying to teach and guide s/o through a game. She'd be surprisingly patient with them, teaching them all the tricks and getting super excited when the get it right. But if anyone is mean to s/o about their performance, they are done for. She will snag s/o's controller and demolish them without mercy, leaving them crushed by the "newbie". Which considering Futaba, is them getting off easy.

She definitely would! It would be a surprise to anyone else considering her usual snarky attitude towards anyone she usually tries to teach, but she just loves you too much to be snarky.

She would totally destroy anyone who insulted her s/o (at least in the game) too, making sure to steal your mic as well to toss in a few more scathing comments towards that person.

Though, I think her favorite games would be co-player games like Stardew valley where the only other factors are her s/o and the world of the game. It just seems more... initmate, and there are less pesky people to interfere.

These are really good headcannons anon, maybe you should make your own writing blog!

#persona 5 #persona 5 x reader #anon 🧡 #futaba sakura x reader #futaba sakura

[onceonafullmoon]

Hello, do you have any headcanons for the Great witch as an yandere? Peharps with a gn human darling?

I'm not sure if witches are considered a different race from humans all the time in the DSP universe, but for the sake of these hcs lets say that they aren't

TW!! Power imbalance, general yandere obsessiveness, manipulation, non consentual touching

Yan! Great Witch x Gn! Reader

It’ll start out at the witch’s realm where you first enroll in hopes of becoming a better witch, worthy of protecting your world.

It’s certainly… interesting, meeting at all of the new characters there, some more vicious than others, but you’re still determined to make it through.

And determined you are, to make it through the end of your school year, when you have the most unfortunate meeting with the pitch black witch.

Chlomaki isn’t exactly, the worst, per say, it’s just that some of her ideas have the byproduct of causing mild annoyance to general chaos depending on how bored she is.

And obviously, when you meet her, she happens to be very bored.

Many things happen, many confusing and slightly horrifying things in fact, and the day ends with the entire west wing of the school on fire and you and Chlomaki being sent to see the Great Witch.

Chlomaki unsurprisingly gets away scot free

You're convinced that she's found a way to bribe the school

But you on the other hand are forced into a detention- like state where you find your way in the hands of The Great Witch

She’s very cold at first, frosty even, not that you can hold it against her, what with her associating you with Chlomaki

But eventually, after your numerous visits trying to make up for the damage you caused, you notice that she softens up a bit

Not overtly so, mind you, but you notice whenever you're rambling on about something, most likely an anecdote from your homeworld, she tends to actually listen to you rather than wave you off like she does with other students

But its nothing too special, although you do notice that your workload for classes seems to be quite a bit less these days...

Well its nothing that you think too much of, that is at least until The Great Witch offers you a place under her wing as an errand girl of sorts

You're estatic of course, after all, who would refuse such a generous offer to be able to learn under one of the greats?

Nevermind the nagging voice in your head that said that there was something strange about a no name witch like you getting offered a position like this

Anyways with your new position, you find yourself spending more time with her than you previously had, and you find yourself picking up on centain... quirks, of hers

For instance, she has this habit of... hovering over you whenever you're doing something

Like, say you're working on a potion. She'll be constantly over your shoulder as you hunch over the cauldron, always a hand on your lower back as she instructs you by murmuring in your ear

She also has this weird habit of monopolizing your time

Like if you're sitting down at the mess hall to eat lunch she'll always call you away to do some work, and if she sees you talking to another student she'll scold you for "lollygagging", even if you're on break

Its... quite a bit, and you can't help but feel slightly uncomfortable with her antics

That being said... you don't want to say anything about it, after all she generously offered you a position that most witches would jump at the opportunity to grab

So you're content to keep your discomfort to yourself, at least until things take a sudden turn

See, its not uncommon for witches to come and go from the school back to their homeworld for various reasons

You, however, have been spending most of your time as of late running around the school for the Great Witch and haven't had the opportunity to go home

That being said an alarmed call from your homeworld is all you need to snap you back to the very pressing realization that you need to prioritize your homeworld more

So, you go to the Great Witch and ask her for the permission to go back home

Her gaze narrows, and you're convinced that she's going to say no... but to your surprise she grants you the go ahead

You're elated, obviously, and you return home with enthusiasm, slightly relived to have escaped her stifling aura

Luckily, the problem isn't too severe and you're able to resolve it in a timely manner

Unfortunatly, you realize you have to go back, something that you find to your surprise that you've been dreading

Not that it should be too surprsing, after all, it seemed at school your entire life seemed to revolve around work, what with all your friends slowly starting to leave you

But you steel yourself and go back, telling yourself that you're doing this for the greater good of your world

Although a part of you immediatly regrets it, because it almost seems as if the Great Witch has gotten worse in her controlling mannarisms

Gone are even the few spare moments of breaks as it seems almost every moment aside from sleep are spent with her

It becomes almost too much to bear, and you find yourself longing for home again

But this time when you ask to go, she says no, with no further explanation and tells you to get back to work

The pressure gets worse and worse, until one day you decide to run away on your broomstick

And run away you try, but of course you get caught

Because, after all, how could you escape from her in her home realm?

And you do your best to struggle against her, but you're only a lowly apprentice witch, there isn't much hope for you

She's quiet throught the entire encounter, but when you tearfully ask her why she's doing this to you she pauses

See, she had always been fond of you with that curious look in your eye, you were adorable to her, but nothing to really capture her attention until you landed yourself in trouble

Then she felt her affection grow, but it wasn't until she didn't have you that she truely realized the extent of her obsession

And now that she finally had you back... well it's not like she could let you leave again

And so now you find yourself stuck in the witches realm, unable to go home, because your homeworld is far too weak to even dream of going against her

You do still have some freedoms though, now that she's sure that you're staying forever

Aside from spending your nights with her by your side and your mornings forcibly cuddled up next to her, you have most of the day to explore

And the entirety of the realm is yours to explore... just don't expect that there's anywhere to hide from The Great Witch that she can't find you

If she's feeling very generous she'll even teach you, just like she used to, although you feel bitter about the fact that you'll never be able to use any of it to help your people

She's not overly cruel though like most, all she asks is for the time and the affection that she forcibly takes from you

Its not that bad right?

At least, that's what you'll tell yourself as you settle in for another night next to her, surrounded by her encompassing "love" and yet feeling completely isolated

#yandere dsp #dsp #deep sea prisoner #okegom #yandere okegom #funamusea #wadanohara and the great blue sea #watgbs #I'm a month late... but happy mogeko march-

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"She just needs time to grow more accustomed to it" I just imagine Makoto doing immersion therapy with s/o to make her less of a flustered mess. "Alright, s/o. Now that we've moved on from holding pinkies, let's do compliments. Try something small and impersonal." "Okay. You did a good job on that test- And you're already blushing." "Y-you c-can't just say s-something like that so b-boldly." "Come on, Makoto, we both know that you're so much stronger then-" "Eep! Y-you're m-making it w-worse!"

I told myself I was going to respond to this and then it completely slipped my mind, I’m so sorry

That’s a really cute thought though! I feel like it could also end up also backfiring when she grows more bold— then she’ll be the one walking you through the motions.

Eventually you get a blank faced Makoto saying things like: “(Name), you forgot your goodbye kiss.” in front of your friends while you blush like a fool.

#persona 5 #persona 5 x reader #makoto niijima #makoto niijima x reader #anon 🧡

[onceonafullmoon]

Omg I just membered its Mogeko March, I will be getting some DSP asks out asap!

#Shaa shitposts

[onceonafullmoon]

Convos with Rin pt 3

Rin x GN! Reader

Warnings: ED discussion, reader is recovering from anorexia specifically, mentions of bulimia, getting over fear foods specifically, mentions of calories and food, Rin's also kinda insensitive but he's trying his best. Can be read as platonic. (This is more of my experience with EDs, so if your experience doesn't align it doesn't mean you're invalid!) Part 1 here, Part 2 here

You stare absentmindedly out the window of the homely cafe, people watching as you always do, a faint smile pulling at your lips as you watch a woman hesitantly move to hold the hand of the woman next to her.

It must be a first date, you think as you watch the woman next to her smile and intertwine her fingers with her.

It must be nice, dating and all that, and you can’t help but wonder what it would be like for you to be in a relationship.

Would they be the type to hold your hand so hesitantly? Or would they be so confident about it until you noticed their sweating hands? Would your hands be sweaty too?

“Here.” 

A familiar voice sounds out, snapping you out of your mini daydream and turning your focus to the teal eyed boy sitting in the booth in front of you. Your eyes flicker down to the plate he slides towards you, faintly wrinkling your nose at the sight of the double fudge brownie in front of you.

It’s not that you hate chocolate, you love it in fact…

It’s just.

The calories.

“Oh? Is this for me?” You ask teasingly, doing your best to push that intrusive thought out of your head, and waggling your eyebrows at Rin who looks less than impressed.

“Shut the fuck up and eat the damn brownie.” He coldly responds, making you laugh despite your apprehension.

Because of course Rin would act like an asshole even when he was being a total sweetheart.

Still, it’s not amusing enough to pull your thoughts out from the spiral your mind seems to want to pull you down as you stare at the sweet treat in front of you.

“...can I refuse?” 

“No.”

“Can I bargain?”

He says nothing, but furrows his brows at you, which you take as a sign to keep on talking.

“How about I eat half and then you eat the other half?” You suggest, trying to ignore the queasy feeling building up in you.

“(Name).” He says, his voice slightly stern, and it’s enough to get you to shut your mouth with a dejected sigh. 

It was hard to deny him with how strongly he felt about it despite it seeming like he couldn’t care at all, and you did promise.

“...you can’t blame me for trying.” You grumble out.

“I can and I will.” He responds, but you can tell he looks slightly relieved by the way his eyebrows relax.

Alright, you can do this. 

You think to yourself before picking up the fork and delicately cutting into the brownie, making sure to get a sizable piece.

You hesitate slightly as you stare at it, but feeling Rin’s gaze on you, you manage to find the strength to push the fork past your lips and into your mouth.

And it tastes fucking delicious, the rich decadent chocolate coating your mouth as you chew, but even still you find yourself having to restrain yourself from spitting it out into the napkin next to you.

“It’s really fucking annoying how good this tastes.” You say after you swallow, subconsciously licking your lips to catch any remaining crumbs.

“That doesn’t even make any sense.” He says blandly.

“To you it doesn’t because you’re mostly mentally stable.”

“What do you mean “mostly”?

“...” You blink up at him, trying to decide whether you should open the can of worms that are Rin's issues before opening your mouth again. “No comment.”

He furrows his brows at that before scoffing and looking away, feeling no urgency in pressing you on the matter as he watches you painstakingly eat.

“...can I go to the bathroom?” You ask after you finish, only using your napkin to clean the crumbs of your face much to both your delight and horror.

“Why? So you can shove your fingers down your throat in an attempt to throw up?” Rin asks, and you have to stop yourself from snorting out loud from his callous remark.

“Oh my gods, you know me so well!” You say sarcastically, batting your eyelashes at him before rolling your eyes. “...no I won’t do that, it’s anorexia not bulimia anyway.”

He seems reluctant, but he believes you. “...fine then, go ahead.”

“Thank you your majesty, for offering this poor peasant just a lick of generosity, your kindness will forever be treasured–” 

“Just go.”

“Pfft– fine whatever you say.” You say with a snicker, finding his reactions amusing before your smile drops and you shift awkwardly in your seat. “Hey but umm…”

“Hm?” Rin raises a brow.

You don’t really like being cheesy, but you feel like you owe it to him, for helping you on your road to recovery.

“...Thank you, you know, for everything.” You manage to say, fiddling with your thumbs.

“...” He looks at you before glancing away, a hint of red on his cheeks. “… yeah, whatever.”

That’s so him. You think amusedly, before pulling yourself out of the booth.

“I’ll be back, promise!” You say with a smile, before laughing under your breath at his muttered “you better.”

You don’t bother responding though, you don’t need to, after all you always keep your promises to Rin.

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#tw disordered eating #blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk x reader #itoshi rin #itoshi rin x reader

[onceonafullmoon]

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[onceonafullmoon]

Me when I sit down and think about all of the fics I lost when I deleted my account on accident:

#shaa shitposts #no because that Fyodor fic??? #AND THAT OVERHAUL FIC??? #man #…..mAN #‘it’s fine’ I tell myself as I wipe away my tears and snot

[onceonafullmoon]

HC for Ann: She can and will take her s/o to everyone of her photo shoots and fashion shows. While part of it is an excuse to hang out with them and for her to show them a good time at whatever the local spots might be afterwards, having them around increases her muse and energy tenfold. To her, s/o is the only one who's looking and she wants to show off for them. Plus if there are any issues with the shoot, she likes having them for stress relief like venting grievances or recharge cuddling.

Omg she so would!

She’d definitely subtly flirt with her s/o during the shoot. Just like, the second the camera man steps away she’s sending winks and blowing kisses your way, and if you’re the shy type she finds enjoyment in your flustered behavior.

Also she’d love to reverse the roles with you and make you model for her for a change when on a date. She’s hyping you up the entire time and by the time it’s over her camera roll is filled with pictures of you (like yours is of her).

Thank you for the thoughts Anon!

#anon 🧡 #ann takamaki x reader #ann takamaki #persona 5 #persona 5 x reader

[onceonafullmoon]

Are requests open or closed? Because your pinned posted says closed and your header says they are open. If they aren't open, sorry for sending that request. I didn't see that in the pinned post.

They’re closed!

Im so sorry, I know I was forgetting something when I updated my blog, thanks for letting me know!

#anon 🧡

[onceonafullmoon]

they speak the same language!!

#omg this is so cute #two lil deranged freaks <3

[onceonafullmoon]

Hi! Just wanted to say I saw you're writing and really enjoyed it! Do you mind if we send in expansions or responses to your work or maybe send in our own headcanons? All staying within your rules of course. It's just that reading something you wrote really inspired me and I'd like to share them with you if that's alright. Either way, thanks for writing and keep up the good work!

Of course go ahead! I don’t count expanding on responses or adding your own opinions/headcannons on my works as requests.

I’m actually really flattered that I inspired you, and I’ll do my best to add on!

#anon 🧡

[onceonafullmoon]

Could we please get some general romantic relationship headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba, and Haru?

Relationship HCs of Ann, Makoto, Futaba and Haru

No warnings just fluff!

Ann

She’s the type to remember everything, literally, everything, but only when it comes to you.

Anniversaries and your birthday are a given of course, but it extends to events you have to attend, hobbies and every little thing about you.

Like… Ann, you can’t remember any date in history class, but somehow you know your s/o’s least favorite type of skittle?

That being said she can be a bit… scatterbrained when it comes to her own things, so most of your time will double as her personal calendar.

Shopping dates? Shopping dates.

She will drag you (or not depending on how much you like shopping) to the nearest shop and make you try on a ridiculous amount of clothes.

All of it will suit you, she pays close attention to your personal sense of style, much to the point where you wouldn’t be sure if you picked something out yourself.

The Queen of PDA, let me tell you.

Contantly holding your hand, having her arm around you, playing with your hair, sitting in your lap... all of that

Definitely wouldn't just straight up make out with you in public though lmao

Its just enough so that everyone else knows that you're taken

Not because she's the jealous type though (she is, don't believe her)

All in all, a very sweet and caring girlfriend, who might at times be a bit too head over heels in love

Makoto

She's an acts of service girl for sure, like if she can do anything for you, she. will.

No buts, ifs or ands she will do almost anything

Oh, you're hungry? Already made you a snack. You need help with homework? She'll walk you through the lesson again. Need to hide a body? Well, she probably won't do that, but then again who knows?

She's more shy about showing verbal and physical affection comparatively

Not that she won't try if that's your love language!

She just needs time to grow more accustomed to it, but she'll do anything to make you feel cherished

Of course, this is a two way street

Make sure to tell her how much she means to you and how proud of her you are, gods know she needs it

Ideal dates for the both of you would be somewhere quiet and lowkey where you can talk

Read: where she can hear you talk

She really likes to hear you talk about things you're passionate about, just something about the way your eyes sparkle makes her fall even harder for you

If you're the shy type she has no problem ordering for you in public/ standing up for you should you need it

Can actually be quite overprotective at times, not to the point where it's stiffling though

In all, a strong girlfriend who needs to be cherished in private

Haru

Don't let the princess vibe fool you, in this relationship she's doing all the pampering

Not to an extreme extent of course

Just, if you happen to spot something that catches your eye in a store, you might magically find it hidden away in your room as a surprise

You can try to stop her from doing this, but you will not be sucessful

Anyways, she's a really good listener and she especially enjoys whenever you take the time to rant about something or tell her something interesting that happened to you.

Her guilty pleasure is listening to your gossip

Not that you spread any malicious rumors, just harmless things like "I think so and so has a crush on him"

Very very easy to make flustered

Just tell her how pretty she looks or how smart you think she is and she's instantly beet red

Feel free to tease her for this, but don't take it too far or she'll shut you up with a kiss

(yeah she doesn't really offer much incentive to stop)

Her second guilty pleasure is romance novels and you both frequently have book dates where you both discuss the novel you've read.

Its kind of amusing to watch her get so passionate about it.

Feel free to tell her that and you'll be rewarded with another blush

Basically, she's a sweetheart who should be treasured and will treasure you.

Futaba

First of all, be prepared for a lot of being glared at by Sojiro if you're male presenting.

I'm so sorry but it just comes with the territory

Anyways, shes the type of girl who prefers quality time above all else, so you'll find that most of your down time will be spent with her.

Not to an unhealthy extent of course, just more so than the usual couple.

Of course, you can't be with eachother all the time, so she periodically texts you throught the day, mostly just sharing memes and mini updates about her day.

Gaming dates

Even if you aren't very good at video games she'll still want to play with you, in fact, if you aren't good its better for her so that she can show off to you

If you are good then she'll be proud that you can keep up with her

Anyways not all of your dates will take place within the confines of a house.

Once in a while you'll manage to drag her out to go to Akihabara to look around the shops

She's still working through her social anxiety, so do your best to encourage her and support her

She'll frequently get you to watch all her favorite shows and then will rant excitedly to you about them

You'll just smile and nod as she does so, not quite understanding all the intricacies of her headcannons and character analyses

Basically, she can be kind of clingy, but she's fun to be around and makes you happy.

#persona 5 #persona 5 x reader #ann takamaki #ann takamaki x reader #makoto niijima #makoto niijima x reader #futaba sakura #futaba sakura x reader #haru okumura #haru okamura x reader #p5 #i told you all I would get to these

[onceonafullmoon]

Atropine (Whenever I look at you)

Yan! Dazai x Gn! Reader

Reader wears a skirt but has no set gender

Warnings: obsessive behavior and thoughts: bordering on worship, stalking, abusive relationships, kidnapping

Beast! AU implied, from Dazai’s POV so I tried to incorporate the writing style of No Longer Human at some points, also… Happy Valentines!!

Well, it was fine, after all he had a lifetime of chasing you in his arsenal and he felt it was only fair that he had a lifetime of keeping you to match. (Of course, it really wasn’t fair, but since when did the rotten care for fair? That was only for the viritous and right… like you.) Yes, he had all of this lifetime to keep you, and he’d be damned if he let anyone else feel you in any sense including sight, as undeserving as he was.

It all starts in the middle of October, with the biting wind brushing past him and the aroma of cinnamon hovering in the air.

It’s October when he sees you again, although, technically speaking, it was actually the first time he’d set his eyes on you.

Your hair is longer than it usually is—

(“Really, I don’t understand why you don’t get rid of those bangs, isn’t it hard to fight with all that hair in your face?”)

—and you’ve allowed yourself a more stylish outfit than the ones you usually wear—

(“…yeah but skirts are impractical, I’ll flash someone.

…W—what do you mean “good”?! Your such a—!”)

—and you seem more relaxed than you usually are (were, he corrects, were), probably attributed to the fact that you’re not an agency member anymore.

It really shouldn’t surprise him, when he sees you, because of course he would eventually.

But it’s enough to make his heart stop.

Because despite the fact that so much had changed, your same shining smile remained, a testament to your nature, comparative to that of the natural wonders.

You were like the river, rapids would falter and the very ground before you would ebb and weave throughout, but you were a constant.

The universe was a funny thing like that.

As if it were taunting him for his past decisions, for his mistakes, mocking him for his very existence with each step you took away from him, brushing past him like he was nothing.

And he was, wasn’t he?

Both in the literal sense to you and metaphorical sense to himself.

What a wretched joke.

Even he couldn’t bring himself to play the part of the clown and laugh.

Instead, he just stared at you, longingly, in the way that a lovesick school boy would stare at his first love, at your fluttering skirt as you brush by his table without a second thought.

But that wasn’t quite the right way to describe it either, as his eyes held a certain darkness to them, one that was inconsistent with the innocence of a first love.

Because it was him and he was tainted and rotten and the dregs of society and nothing he did was without ulterior motives. That deep carnal desire, the feeling of want, it burned him, it made him feel alive, he wanted you, he wanted you so badly.

In any way possible, in every sense.

And it was almost sickening, the ease at which he was able to conjure up all those images in his mind, like flickering through memories of moments that hadn’t yet occurred, and hopefully would not (but who was he kidding, it’s not like he could resist you).

A cozy domestic scene, the way you would smile that heart achingly nostalgic flustered smile as he pulled you in for another lingering kiss, despite half hearted protests about being late for your work, and then pulling you in for one more just for good measure.

The way you’d laugh at his clowning, the way that he effortlessly made himself into a fool with that contagious laugh of yours, that he would forget that he was anything else in that moment but a jester for your amusement.

Comforting him on the days he couldn’t keep up his act anymore, when he left his stage to show you the pitiful actor he really was, with the tired eyes and the dead expression that he couldn’t bring himself to change.

“I’m sorry.” He’d say, and he’d say it with whatever was left of what honesty remained within his garbage infested soul.

But he wouldn’t need to, because of course you’d pull him in closer to you, both in your arms and to your heart, because that was the type of person you were, the kind sort of naive person he’d dream about ruining, only to find that you were the one to stain him in the end.

At least, in that dream you were.

For the most part, you weren’t so lucky, and maybe that’s why even despite his own knowledge of his debauchery he tried to hide those thoughts deeper inside himself.

But in the end you were still such a precious little thing, weren’t you?

Another scene, a club you exit from in the middle of the night, the smell of cigarette smoke and sweat heavy in the air as he gazes at your slightly stumbling form.

(You’re not drunk, you’ve never really been a drinker after all, but you never could walk in heels very well either.)

And he’s trouble, as he always was (and forever will be), so when he sees you, a pretty young thing with a bit too much innocence in your eyes, he closes in like a shark would on a drop of blood.

He’d greet you with a slight grin on his face, and laugh to himself as you startle at his voice, before greeting him in return with an uncomfortable smile.

You’d say something about wanting fresh air, and he’d be able to tell from just one look at you that you were lying, that the club was never your scene and you were just searching for a way to distract yourself, or perhaps you were just putting up with something you detested for a friend, you were always too sweet like that.

Whatever it was, he could tell that you were right out of your element, and he wasn’t one to miss out on an opportunity presented to him.

“Need some company?” He’d ask, the smirk on his face a little too wolfish, but it was far too dark for you to see anyways, so you’d agree.

And you’d talk and talk and talk, talk into the hours of the night, until you forgot the reason for your nerves to begin with. Until you found a friend within the jester persona that he portrayed, laughing at the antics he put up solely for the purpose of entrapping you.

He’d leave with your number of course, and he’d keep up this charade with you for months, years even depending on how cruel he felt.

One way or another you’d end up letting him come home with you, after all he knew you too well (and he always would, in any form you came to him), and he’d savor every second of the moment.

Perhaps it would be your first time.

(It was, more often than not in all of his indulgent little fantasies, it was something about taking something from you that he could keep forever that did something for his perverted self.)

But perhaps not.

Either way he would be satisfied with having the chance to indulge in your sweetness just once, your taste, your scent, simply just your feel as he made you come undone for him for as many times as he fell for you (which was simply impossible to count).

And then… he would leave you.

He’d leave just as quickly as he came, a ghost in the night, finding a largely perverse delight in the way that you’d falter so suddenly after his absence, the anguish you feel coursing through you.

Because as disgusting as it was, he loved every corner and crevice of you, he loved you when you were at your highest of highs or your lowest of lows, and he loved you as you were smiling as much as he loved when you were sobbing.

And he’d come back of course, because he could never really bear to leave you, but he’d never stay for you, he’d always leave you on the precipice, wondering whether you ever really had him to begin with.

(And of course you really did, but how could he resist you when he knew you were staring at your wall at midnight, eyes bloodshot from crying, wondering if you were ever going to see him again.)

Because he loved when you were a mess, didn’t he?

He loved when you were begging on your knees for a pathetic thing like him, not because he liked feeling greater than you, but because he loved seeing that beautiful bittersweet expression on your face.

But that wasn’t all of it, that wasn’t the true depths of his depravity.

The final act remained after all, and this one was the most vile and disturbing of all.

It starts off the way he sees you presently, a civilian with far too much beauty catches the eye of a sleazy mafioso in a cafe that paid tribute to the local chapter.

You don’t know of course, most people don’t, but those who do watch with baited breath as he gets up from his stool in the back to saunter over to you with a deceptively disarming grin.

He’d excuse himself and ask if he could have a moment of your time, and you, the angel you were, would let him with a confused smile on your pretty little lips.

He’d flirt with you for a bit, make you grow flustered with that sweet little embarrassed smile that you’d hide your face in your hands to hide.

But this time he wouldn’t need your number to see you again.

After all, with so much power in his hands, why would he need anything as impermanent as that?

It wouldn’t be so hard to find out where you lived, where you worked, where you liked to frequent your weekends at, where you liked to spend time with your friends, who you were friends with, who you detested, (and god forbid) who you loved.

Nevermind the little details about your favorite color and what your favorite book was, after all he already knew those things by heart.

It wouldn’t be hard to schedule an “accidental” encounter with you, brushing by you as you peruse the shelves of your favorite bookstore (its funny how some things would never change), and you would look at him with your pretty lips parted in surprise before you’d smile at him, not so much charmed at his persistence than the causality of a second chance.

It was funny how that worked, how a moment seen as a romantic twist of fate could quickly turn into a chilling horror if only the light was shown on the truth of the matter.

But he would have no reason to reveal that bitter truth to you yet, so he would keep quiet and simply smile at you in turn.

Chances and chances and chances would pile up on top of eachother as he would seek out any sort of way to endear himself to you… and then, when you found yourself finding the slightest bit of trust in him, he’d pull away that final layer and reveal himself wholly to you when he would finally take you for himself.

He could imagine it very well, your betrayal, your anger… all of it when you’d find yourself in a room unfamiliar, bound and gagged as he would monologue joyfully about every little thing he had planned out from the beginning.

And better yet, the sense of horror you would feel as he would continue rambling about all the things that he was going to do now that he had you.

Finally, he’d pull off your gag and watch as you would stutter out your words rightfully calling him out for what he truly was all this time.

He’d look at you as you tear up, a grin on his face, although if you really looked at him, you’d see it was really just empty, simply a mockery of emotion.

“That’s right, I am a monster. The very worst one.” He’d say softly before he would make his advance on you and then…

And then indeed. Because he already had several ideas on what to do, depraved things that he would subject you to, but the only question was which ones…

Well, it was fine, after all he had a lifetime of chasing you in his arsenal and he felt it was only fair that he had a lifetime of keeping you to match.

(Of course, it really wasn’t fair, but since when did the rotten care for fair? That was only for the viritous and right… like you.)

Yes, he had all of this lifetime to keep you, and he’d be damned if he let anyone else feel you in any sense including sight, as undeserving as he was.

Those tormented emotions that only he could bring to light didn’t really belong to him, but he would savor them more than any other could possibly imagine. And he was sure to believe in that if nothing else.

So, with that he pulls himself from his most rousing daydream and sets his sights on you sitting at your little table, a coffee at your lips and your legs crossed showing the slightest hint of skin as your skirt subtly rises, and pulls himself up from where he sits to make his way over to you.

“Excuse me, may I have a moment of your time?” He asks as he finally crosses that short yet impossible distance to meet you.

And you.

You blink up at him with those breathtaking eyes and those lashes that catch the evening sun, and you say.

“Um… well, sure. What is it?”

Despite the shame he should feel, his lips hook up into that same mischievous smile, because of course you would.

“...I just wanted to say that you’re the most breathtaking person I’ve seen in my life.”

And when you smile that sweet little embarrassed smile, he feels a perverse thrill running through him.

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd dazai #yandere dazai #yandere dazai x reader #dazai x reader #oh yeah also forgot to add this but— #I chose the title bc 1. atropine is derived from the belladonna plant and 2. it causes dilation of the eyes #something something loved things causing eyes to dilate something something

[onceonafullmoon]

Returning back to my yandere roots this Valentine’s Day with a Dazai fic!!

#so glad to be back in my fucked up state of mind #fics almost done just needs a bit of touching up here and there #and about my asks…. I am so sorry #I will get to them after this I promise

[onceonafullmoon]

Convos with Rin pt 2

Rin x Gn! Reader

No warnings! Just pure fluff, as with the first one you can read this as purely platonic if you'd like. Part 1 here.

“What’s your ideal type?” You ask suddenly.

The breeze blows through where the two of you sit on the bleachers, causing a strand of hair to pull from behind your ear to drift in the breeze.

“I dunno, never thought about it.” Rin replies, his brow furrowed slightly.

“Pfffft– laaaame.” You drag out, snickering mentally at the way his eyebrows crease at the sound.

“Then what’s yours?” He asks.

“Easy!” You say with a grin. “An eldritch horror.”

“I– what?” He questions, his head turning to meet your carefree gaze.

“An eldritch horror.” You repeat.

“Explain?”

“Well, it’s like this: “Oh Cuthulu, harbinger of destruction and insanity, you ask me, a mere mortal, to become one with you for eternity? I’d be honored, o old one.” You say dramatically, crossing your hands along your chest in a dramatic manner as you serenade an imaginary Old One.

“Why the hell would you want that?” 

“I don’t know about you, but near eternal slumber sounds like a delight to me.”

“…god you’re weird.” He says after a while, but his words hold no real weight to them.

“Hey, you talked to me first!” You protest, looking at him in mock offense. “You grabbed the shovel and dug your own grave, don't you forget that.”

“My biggest regret.” Rin says lowly.

“…I wish it was.” You say somewhat wistfully, your eyes briefly glimpsing a bittersweet memory out on the snow.

“What?”

“Nothing.” You say, shaking your head. "How was your game Rinrin?”

“Don’t call me that.” He says curtly.

“Oh okay.”

You sit in silence for a while, taking in the breeze and the distant sounds of children playing before you open up your mouth again.

“How was your game dipshit?”

“You can fuck right off.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t have to resort to petty insults if you just admitted you like the nickname.”

“…whatever.” He scowls, turning away from you.

Unfortunately for him, you can see the tint of red on his cheeks.

“Oho? Is that a blush I see? The prince of darkness has feelings? Oh my god they grow up so fast.” You coo out, much to his annoyance.

“I should just leave.”

“But you won’t!”

“…but I won’t.”

“Heh, love you too.” You say with a grin. “You didn’t answer my question though.”

“It was the same as usual.” He relents with a sigh, and the conversation moves from there, flowing like the lazy breeze on that summer day.

#bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock fluff #blue lock x reader #itoshi rin fluff #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin #I’ve been in such a fluffy mood these past few days #what’s wrong with me