#angst shit

[nicohastegridy]

they look so happy here!,i hope they dont break up their friendship for some stupid shit

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hi can request a not-yandere Yoriichi X Dying! Reader? Reader got a terrible illness that basically has no cure and they lay in bed losing all motivation to do anything while the illness slowly takes away their life. When Yorichi came to visit them again, they were gone and there was only an empty bed. (means they are already gone/dead.)

(A bit about Yoriichi and reader's past, reader is one of Yoriichi and Michikatsu/kokushibo's childhood friend and was friend with them until reader dies, reader was always there for Yoriichi whenever he is in a rough time/shape and always comforts him like when his mom died, Uta and his unborn child died, Michikatsu gone and more. Yoriichi fell in love with reader a few months after Uta died but never confessed. Reader got their ill a few months after Michikatsu became a demon.)

Aaah! That’s sooooo sad! Why Yoriichi, he doesn’t deserve more pain! But okay, okay. I’ll write this as I cry

Tsugikuni Yoriichi- Terminal Heartbreak

The only thing Yoriichi could lay his eyes on was a empty, hollow futon with the blankets flipped back. The house the futon belonged in was just as dull and lifeless. It broke his soul as he slowly approached the futon, kneeling down and sitting on his knees before it. He just stared down at the creased cooling fabric as his eyes swelled in tears, unable to keep himself composed any longer

First his beloved mother disappeared from his life, his incredible wife and unborn child was taken away, his brother abanonded his humanity to turn to the darkness and now, you can’t even be here for him to say goodbye to… why was this world so cruel to him? You were with him from the very beginning, even as childhood

You weren’t necessarily either of the Tsugikuni Twins’ assigned bride. No, your parents are extremely wealthy and have been business partners with the Tsugikuni family before you were even born. Throughout most of your childhood, you were pretty healthy and kicking but then. Tragically, you contracted a strange disease your hysterical parents couldn’t find the cure for and you were truly dissipating each day. It got so bad that it drifted your past closeness with the Tsugikuni Twins

Michikatsu was furious, you couldn’t play with him and Yoriichi like you use to. You were basically useless in this state and it drove him away whilst Yoriichi stayed. He never left, he never walked away. He sat besides you and did everything he possibly could for you, as he grew up, he was determined to try find… something to help you. Every disease has a cure, they’re must be a cure! Yoriichi always told himself before he tucked you into bed and left the house to continue his fruitless search

In exchange, you adored Yoriichi. He wasn’t that rotten selfish anomaly Michikatsu made him out to be, he was a pure loving man with a golden heart and your view never changed, despite how bad your condition grew. Even though you could barely walk, you always got up to be besides Yoriichi, you basically crawled your way to him when he founded the Demon Slayer Corps and you were there to defend him when he ran into Kibutsuji Muzan but failed to dispose of him

Yoriichi, despite being married to the lovely woman Uta, felt himself falling deep in love with you. It was wrong, he knew it. Especially since he lost Uta and his unborn child only a few months ago, but he can’t help himself. You were one of the first people who ever truly loved Yoriichi, and the fact that you’re gone now hurts his soul tremendously. He can’t do anything to save you, he always did everything right… on his first try!

Yoriichi always suffered and suffered and suffered, and for what did he suffer for? Everything he loved in his life is taken away from him and it’s growing unbearable, is he really suppose to be with anybody? Illness takes away all the people he devotes his life too. It seems that he is a plague among people and anybody who associates with him will end up dead or immoral

Yoriichi stared at the empty futon silently, his calloused fists curled up on his own thighs as his kind screamed at the outrage. Why couldn’t he save you? Your sickness ruined your life and it took away your will to continue forward with genuinely living, to do anything as you laid down and stared blankly. Yoriichi could tell how much you struggled and his heart broke for you over and over

If he could, he’d trade places with you. He’d happily die for you so you could walk and run outside freely with no problems. He’d be livid to give you the freedom of perfect health again… but he just can’t. Yoriichi gave up on medley hopping you’d return back to your home, anytime you came out, he was by your side and helping you. He left for a few hours and your gone, nobody has helped you. He doesn’t know where you could have gone

Yoriichi does want to look for you, you could still be alive somewhere but then again. You could have taken the easy way out when his back was turned, to get away from all the pain your illness tortures you will. He wouldn’t be able to stop it if he wasn’t around and that could be the case as he gently grabs the futon blanket, lifting it to his chest whilst tears poured down his defined cheeks

He couldn’t keep himself together any longer as he cried, his head dropped down to brush over the blanket as his heart shattered before him. Yoriichi fell into a deep slumber by the futon, he cried himself to exhaustion as his emotions were truly haywire now. It was too early. You left him too early… he never even got the chance to tell you…

That he loves you

[asrinchine]

Back to the Old House by the Smiths

And you never knew

How much I really liked you

Because I never even told you

Oh, and I meant to.

[sgrplmjnxxx]

I can't do this anymore- RAAHH

i never drew angst often,so here you go hehe :>

[rexthedinosaur]

My Clone wars fanficton

I just want to promote my fanficton:)

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Wanna just crawl into a hole and not come out, I was born to hibernate damn it.

[littlelightfish]

This... this is a whole different kind of psychic damage here. When nightmares got Marcille, we get to knew that her's biggest fear is outliving her friends. This isn't even canon probably, but look at this. This isn't a "I don't want my friends to die" kind of dream. This is a "I'm terrified of loosing my daughters, of something killing them, and being incapable of stopping it" kind of dream. It's so simple yet it explains perfectly the whole of chilchucks character. He loves, he cares, deeply. But he, or doesn't acknowledges, or doesn't know what to do with that knowledge.

Besides that. Someone had to wake him up after this. Imagine the devastation in this man after he wakes up. He just saw his three little babys murdered corpses (or maybe he saw them die, wich isn't better). He would possibly not talk about it, and that would worry the hell out of the party, because we'll, they see him all down and only one of them knows what he saw. Imagine being the one to pull him from that nightmare. Seeing this man, usually so composed, fuking staring with tears and terror in his eyes to the composes of what you can only assume are his daughters. It would be heartwrenching.

Idk, I love this man so much...

[rapidhighway]

more.

[kikipancakes]

Gentle persuasion

A veeeeeery loose sequel to this (x)

[almadelsur]

💋 The Secrets One Keeps

summary: You're in love with jj but he's with kie, so in moments of pure desperation you often find yourself turning to the person he hates the most...rafe

warnings: some good old angsty pining, very very slight smut if you squint, fem!reader, one or two uses of y/n, plz let me know if I missed anything

a/n: SHE'S BACKKKK, so I've decided to completely reformat and re-post this fic with a few tweaks and editing considering i first wrote this like 3 years ago, and yes for those of you who have been asking, I fully intend to finallly continue this fic....more info on that later ;)

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JJ’s eyes change the moment Kiara steps into any room. Immediately his presence is ripped away from your immediate atmosphere, popping the little bubble you'd spent all afternoon crafting as he sprung up to greet the olive-skinned enigma that captured his affections.

“Kie!” The joy in his tone was incomparable to anything he’d directed at anybody else. Nothing could draw out such happiness from the blonde. You hated that about her.

In an attempt at self-defense, your brain shut itself off. Shielding you from processing the scene in front of you, your emotions ran cold like cement pouring down and across your neurons. It was the only way you could survive such a beating to your heart.

You figured that by distancing yourself mentally, you wouldn’t have to raise suspicion and distance yourself physically. In reality, you knew the real reasoning was your inability to stay away from JJ but the facade helped you cope.

“Hey J” she embraced him and his body relaxed around her as if she was the only source of his happiness. The only way he’d find alleviation from what he perceived as a shitty life being through her. “Sorry I’m late my parents had me running like crazy at the wreck today.”

Scattered greetings filled the air from the rest of the pogues, yet you could only focus on the way his eyes fixated on her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Here come sit baby” he offered her the seat he had just previously been place holding. What you thought had been quality time with your best friend, presented itself to you now as momentary attention to pass the time until his actual desire arrived.

Settling herself down and offering you a wide smile, her shoulder bumped against yours gently as a sign of acknowledgment.

“Hey dude” she directed at you, but you didn’t reply. You just couldn’t bring yourself to pretend. Not today anyway. Instead, you offered her a small smile, it was minimal but it was the best you could do under the circumstances.

“Yo" A crumpled tissue paper flew at your head, jj attempting to refocus your attention on him, "didn’t you say you were gonna get some water or something?” He spoke up, the scheme evident in his tone.

“um yeah I guess” You lifted yourself up and took a few steps before jj used the opportunity to slump himself down where you had been sat and sprawled his arms across his girlfriend’s shoulders.

“snooze ya loose sucker” he joked as he turned to Kiara to start up some mindless conversation. Leaving you behind in the dust.

Your teeth gritted as you focused on making your way to the kitchen hoping the distance from the scene unfolding would lift the iron grip on your heart.

You made the fatal mistake of glancing back and you were met with the image of jj nuzzling up to kiara in a picturesque display of love. The lump building at the base of your throat indicated that it was your time to get the hell out of there before you broke down in front of everyone. 

“Shit guys, y’know what I just realized I gotta go” You spoke quickly, your tone matching your pace as you rushed to the exit of the chateau. 

“You’re still coming to the party later though right?” John B asked, not tearing his eyes away from the screen in front of him. 

“Mhm yeah sure” you opened the door ready to depart. 

“Shit I forgot about that! Me and jj are gonna be late, we got dinner at the wreck tonight.” kiara added as you stepped out, unable to control the escape of a rogue tear.

“Date night babyyyy” You heard JJ cheer before you slammed the door behind you. 

“Is Y/N okay? She seemed a bit off.” Kie nudged JJ as she questioned. 

JJ furrowed his eyebrows momentarily. Glancing out the window, he saw you jog away from the house, and a brief flash of worry flashed through his mind. As quick as it came, it dissipated. He shook his head figuring that if there had been something wrong, he’d have been the first to know. 

“Nah she’s okay don't worry.” he offered to kie.

Boy was he mistaken. 

——————————————————————

“Fuuuck me” you moaned out, sinking into him one last time. You were hot, sweaty, and heaving as you pulled him out of you.

“I thought I just did” Rafe taunted leaning back to lie down, arms crossed behind his head causing his taut abdomen to flex.

You scrambled off the bed, picking up your garments and shoving them back on your body forcefully.

“What, no pillow talk?” He tried again.

“Rafe..” you trailed off. Whenever you’d finish fucking, you’d struggle to even look at him. The self-hatred flooded your body as soon as the orgasm poured out.

“Hey you called me” he eyed you intently but you knew he didn’t actually care. To rafe cameron everything was just a game. At this point it was pretty much common knowledge. “In fact” he moved closer to you so that he could speak directly into your ear “It’s always you that calls me.”

“Don’t be a dick” you stood up and eyed your heels contemplating whether you could face the walk back in them. “You know it makes me feel like shit.” It might have sounded brutal but that’s how things were with rafe.

“Yeah, it’s like you punctuate your orgasms with self-hate.”

“I'm a pogue, rafe.” You argued back as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“So? Kooks and pogues can fuck you know.” You couldn’t comprehend why you were even having this conversation. Why now, why tonight.

“Yeah maybe, not you though.” You didn’t want to tell him the reason explicitly.

“I fuck pogues.”

“You fuck anyone.” The words came out almost instantly and without thinking, yet rafe took no offense.

“Exactly so what’s the issue?”

“The issue is, rafe.” You paused trying to find the words without actually having to say the words. “The issue is that if my friends found out they’d hate me, probably more than I already hate myself.”

He just chuckled, the look in his eyes changing as he figured you out.

“What's funny?” You challenged.

“You don’t have to bullshit me princess.” He looked up at you with a devilish glint in his eye. “You just don’t want jj knowing about your little escapades huh?” Bingo.

“He’s with Kiara.” You shrugged him off.

“Uh huh, you like him but you can’t have him.” Every word he spoke striking a nerve deep within you. “So you’re fucking me to fuck him over.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” You grabbed your heels and shoved them on, wincing as you buckled them up.

“Don’t I?” He threw his joggers on lazily as he stood, the level dynamics changing significantly. The older boy towered over you. “Where are they tonight?”

“Back at John B’s, we had a little get-together.” You crossed your arms. More often than not you usually called rafe after a few drinks left you feeling lonely. “Sorry, your invite must have gotten lost in the mail.” You attempted to jab at him with sarcasm yet he clearly held the upper hand with his line of questioning. 

“So all of them are there now?” He stepped towards you.

“Mhm,” You lied.

“Even jj?” Moving closer until your neck was craned upwards to meet his eyes.

Taking your silence as an answer, he reached up and ran his palms across your upper arms, prompting you to uncross them.

“He was uh- him and kie should be getting there soon” You mumbled.

“So would i be wrong in guessing, that might have prompted your call then?” You let yourself be guided by his movements leaning your neck further back as his hand trailed up to your jawbone.

“rafe…” you called out insignificantly.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against your neck, right over where he could feel your pulse, and pressed down.

You couldn’t help the gasp that left your mouth. Because as much as your heart belonged to jj, rafe was just so fucking good at raising your temperature.

“Round two?” He mumbled against your neck.

“Yeah..” you attempted yet it came out as a whisper. He grabbed you swiftly and lifted you, moving you across the room and throwing you down onto his bed, crawling on top of you in a predatory manner as he did so. As your back hit the bed, the ringing of your phone brought you back from the haze he had you under. 

“Wait rafe stop stop” you pushed him off and grabbed the screeching mobile, pressing it up to your ear. “Hello?”

“Dude, where are you?” The sound of jj’s voice came through over the pumping sound of music and party chatter. “Me and Kie just got back and John B says no one’s seen you for like over an hour.”

“Oh I’m uh, I had to go do something for my mom” The lie pouring out of your mouth caused rafe to chuckle which was of course met by a slap from you signaling for him to be quiet.

“Oh well, when are you getting back? I have to tell you about this date. You’re gonna be so proud of me I actually think I’m ready to tell Kie I love her” you screwed your eyes shut as he spoke.

“Yeah I- you know what I can’t make it back my mom needs me to stay and help out but uh I’ll see you tomorrow or something.” You hung up before he could even reply, throwing your phone down uncaring of its state.

“What’s wrong? They getting hitched?” Rafe spoke up from behind you.

You turned to Rafe, the fire in your veins pushing your arms to grab him, roughly pulling him back onto you.

“Just shut up and fuck me rafe.”

And fuck you he did.

——————————————————————

The next morning you woke up to the sight of rafe’s bare back. Not much of a cuddler, you figured.

Quietly you pushed the covers off and began to dress yourself back up. As you got to your shoes you sighed and shook your head, as if there was any way in hell you were going to walk home in heels. You scooped up your shoes and your now-cracked phone shaking your head, slightly ashamed at your outburst.

Without even a second glance at the sleeping body you were leaving behind, you made your way over to the door. As you turned the knob and stepped out to leave, a husky voice spoke up.

“I’ll keep my ringer on for you babe.”

You rolled your eyes looking back at him, “Fuck you rafe.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m counting on.” He didn’t even open his eyes as he answered, instead just rustling around in the bed and turning to the other side, once again facing his back to you.

You scoffed as you exited. Your internal rant clouded your vision, body on autopilot with an excellent self-navigation of the Cameron house from the countless times you’d made this exit.

“Y/N?” The gentle voice wiped your thoughts clean as the shock stilled you dead in your tracks, slowly turning to come face to face with none other than Sarah.

“Sarah” you drawled out. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s my house?” Her head was cocked to the side, equally shocked to see you.

“No I just mean- I thought you were spending the night at John B’s.” You forced the small talk, avoiding the topic of why you were here, sneaking out at 8 in the morning.

“He had to work today, did you spend the night here?” She glanced up at the door of rafe’s bedroom.

“Umm-“ There had only been two other instances where you had been at a complete loss for words. The day jj told you he and Kiara were dating, the morning after your first sexual encounter with rafe, and now this.

“Are you sleeping with my brother?!” She whisper-shouted, eyes wide as the realization hit her. Busted.

“No?”

“Oh my god!” She grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you to her room, slamming the door as soon as you were both inside. “How long has this been going on?!” Her tone was loud and her hands wild as she interrogated you.

“Just a little under a year.” You sat on her bed and looked at your lap as you spoke. Reminiscent of a child being scolded.

“A year?! Oh my god!” She repeated. “Who knows about this?!”

With that, you looked up at her desperately. “No one. No one knows so please don’t tell them.” You didn’t have to name names for her to know who you were referring to.

“Are you two like” she paused “together?” She scrunched her nose up, disgusted at the thought of her bully of an older brother dating anyone.

“No god no. It’s just sex” you were just as uncomfortable as Sarah was, having to tell her about boning her older brother.

“Disgusting.” She turned away from you with her arms crossed, looking out the window.

“Look I’m not proud of it okay? Just-“ You sighed “Just please don’t tell anyone” pleading again.

Sarah let out a long sigh and uncrossed her arms. She walked over to you and joined you on the bed, her eyes showing concern mixed with something you couldn’t quite place your finger on.

“I thought you were into jj” she spoke softly, there it was. Pity.

“Yeah well, jj is with kie and instead of sitting around wallowing in self-pity, I decided to do something about it.” As the words left your mouth, you realized how weak the explanation was.

“So you just use rafe to bang the jj out of you.”

“It’s not like Rafe cares, if anything he’s also using me.” You tried to reason.

“I don’t doubt that. But I mean, that’s- It’s not healthy, you’ll never move on if you don’t actually process your emotio-“

“Look Sarah, I don’t need to do any of that shit okay? What I have here works, when I fu- when I’m with rafe, I don’t think about jj.” Tears began to swell in your eyes “Sleeping with rafe helps me forget about everything, even if it’s only for a little while he uh- he makes me feel good.” To an extent, there was truth behind your words, while you and rafe fucked the rest of the world went away. It was only after, that the crippling self-hatred hit you along with the return of your immense feelings for jj. 

Sarah shuffled over and threw her arm around you. “That’s not good for you, it’s just momentary. It’s easy and it's a cycle, you’re never going to get better going down this path. Especially not with rafe.”

“Rafe he’s- he’s not that bad.”

“Yes he is. But i bet it gives you satisfaction fucking him knowing jj hates him. Feels like revenge right?” She’d always been so perceptive your Sarah, you hated how she could see right through you.

Tears ran down your cheek silently. “You’re not gonna tell anyone right?” You sniffled.

She gave you one of those classic salt-of-the-earth Sarah Cameron smiles, the kinda smile that would light up any room she walked into. “Takin' it to the grave babe.”

A loud beeping caused both your heads to whip towards the window. “Shit, I completely forgot I was supposed to go on the HMS with pope and jj, we were gonna chill there until John B and Kie finished work.” She rose to her feet and extended an arm towards you. “Wanna come? Or we could drop you home if you’re not up for it.”

With a sigh you took her hand and pulled yourself up, walking beside her as you mentally prepped yourself to face the blonde you desperately pined for.

“Well rise and shine campers.” jj yelled out of the window of the drivers seat.

“Y/N! Where you been dude? you totally bailed last night.” Pope was next to speak as you and Sarah filed into the Twinkie. As JJ began to drive you avoided any form of eye contact in his general direction.

“I had to go help my mom out, blackout at mine again.” You didn’t even look at pope either, instead focusing your attention on the blur of trees and houses pacing by the window as JJ sped down the winding roads.

“Isn’t that what you were wearing last night?” pope, observant as always, pointed out.

“Uh yeah, I didn’t really get any time to change cause…”

“I called her last night when I got home, I was so drunk I don’t think I was ready to stop the party.” Sarah covered for you.

“Yeah I wrapped up helping my mom out and then this one calls me talkin bout a sleepover or something so I didn’t exactly have much time to change.” 

Thankfully pope had lost interest as soon as he had asked the question, otherwise, your overcompensating ass would have been caught out straight away. You always had to add to the lie until you felt like you had sold it completely.

Keeping your eyes trained on the outside meant that jj’s frown directed at you through the windscreen mirror went completely undetected. He always knew whenever there was something up with you and right there and then he knew something definitely was.

“Hey, you okay?” He didn’t need to address you explicitly for you to know he was talking to you.

“Yeah just tired.” You shrugged him off in an attempt to distance yourself from him yet again.

He knew you were lying but he didn’t understand why, you never lied to each other. Apart from John B, the pair of you were closer to each other than with anybody else in the group. You’d been best friends since kindergarten, and since then you’d sworn 3 things to each other.

1- You’d always share your snacks.

2-You’d always be best friends even if you argued.

 3- You would never ever lie or keep secrets from each other.

Of course, as the both of you grew older the rules became more and more lax. The snack sharing was limited only to when you felt nice enough and sometimes you’d go for days without making up if you had argued particularly badly. Having kept two friendship-breaking secrets from him, the childhood rules seemed pretty insignificant by now.

“Mhm,” he responded, flickering his eyes between you and the road. “Are we taking you home to change first?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if I’ll join you guys afterward though.” You chewed down on your nail anxiously as the tension from being in the same space as jj paired with the guilt from having fucked rafe prior, suffocated you.

JJ made a face as he focused on the road, something was wrong with you and he’d be dammed if he wasn’t going to put his everything into finding out what that was.

[sandflakedraws]

re : how each brother reacts learning that they can't go back

you'll have to pry the "all the Brozone Bros knew what happened at the tree" headcanon outta my cold, dead dead dead hands.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Real Life! Iguro Obanai- Mistakes and Fantasies

Thanks to and all credit goes to @mynameisloulou! Please do enjoy this!

Believe it or not, you were chilling with the one and only Iguro Obanai as he excitedly gawked at the television. Obanai had coming flying out out of your phone at a late hour on one lone night only two months ago, alerting you in shock as you hid your rather revealed frame, only covered by thin pyjamas. The Serpent Hashira is a fictional character, you screamed at yourself as you rubbed your eyes frantically to shake off the sleep in belief you were dreaming or hallucinating whilst Obanai sat up, shaking off the shakiness and looking around in confusion

He pointed his katana at you when he first saw you. He looked like a mix of reality and fiction, his hair and eyes matched his animated counterpart but they appeared more real, like a picture of him was thrown into a realism AI program. The bandages a bit scruffy and slightly stained, Kaburamaru was so scaly yet weirdly smooth and clean, as the older man attempted to get words out

It felt like only yesterday when he came flinging out of your phone as you lifted your eyes off the silky page, feeling his head resting on your lap whilst he played your Nintendo Switch on your TV with the joycons. You were skimming through your KNY manga, waiting for him to finish up his online race. Obanai has loved every single thing you’ve taken him to and showed him, when he wasn’t out and having fun with you, he was on the couch grinding Mario Kart like a cute little geek

It was his favourite whilst the screen cut to the victory chart. Like some video-game legend, he was first place and his character of choice danced in celebration whilst the leaderboard popped up. He was about to select continue and join another lobby when he noticed the strange black foot on the front of your book and it intrigued him

“Dokusha. Whatcha reading?” Obanai hummed as you lifted up the manga, patting his hair. “Nothing, how did the race go?” You tried to avert his attention off the manga, you didn’t think he’d notice you until a few more hours with how invested he gets in the game. “What are you reading?” Obanai asked again, he is a stubborn one and he wanted to know everything you were interested in as Kaburamaru curled around your shoulders, his snowy white head laid in the nape of your neck

“U-um. A manga” You chirp a bit nervous, making Obanai sit up and lay his actually chiselled but covered chin on your shoulder to peak over. He liked all the manga you have shown him so his curiosity was peaked. You tried to hide the contents but failed, his mismatched eyes widened in shock and fear at what he saw. Him, bleeding and blinded by claw marks, using Coil Choke on a white-haired Muzan, cutting off his limbs and weird tentacle things

His head flung up almost instantly and he wrestled the manga out of your hands without a word, Kaburamaru circling over his arm from your shoulders to see himself. Rather he be shorter than you, he is much stronger physically and his strength overwhelmed you. Flipping page past page until he reached the end, his fingers quivered in disbelief at each drawing he laid his eyes upon. Him severely injured, Tomioka injured, Shinazugawa injured, Himejima dying, Mitsuri on the floor limbless and dying, Tanjiro being thrown around like a doll so he wouldn’t be touched. He couldn’t believe it

He’s… destined to die? Why are you reading this? With him so close by? Are you liking seeing him and his friends die? He did see you smiling whilst flicking past pages. You were, you enjoyed this. He kicked away the joycons and glared laser beams at you, making your body jolt in fear. He has learnt the truth and you have truly messed up, you knew he’d be outraged or maybe even upset but you’d didn’t suspect what he did next

Your heart yelped as Obanai threw the manga book right at you, his hands shaking as the bump caused a dribble of blood drip down your face. He genuinely liked you a lot, you welcomed him into your interesting life with open arms, you worked hard to let him eat and sleep comfortably, no demons to take care of or worry about. You showed him day after day a great experience with this world’s amazing technology. Only to find out you’re a lying bitch

“…Why...Why? You want me to suffer...? Why do you and you sick people want to see us suffer?! We go through shit to survive, while you sit on your ass and watch us shedding blood and tears!” Obanai barks wholeheartedly, referring to what he saw and what he has gathered, his gorgeous heterochromatic eyes glassing over. He looked ready to cry as his anger and sadness flooded him, how could you be into this? Into his pain. You seemed so loving and caring, you even bought a cage for Kaburamaru

“Ob-Obanai..This is not what it looks like! I-I know that it's tragic and twisted but-“

“No! There’s no buts! You fucking enjoy seeing us die! You enjoy watching us suffer for amusement! We die every fucking day, feel the pain of a thousand, healed, just to be put back into that state again!” Obanai growled, his disgust towards the detailed colourful cover art of Muzan he saw fuelled his rage, his disgust, his heartbreak towards the betrayal. You knew that he was dead meat before he even arrived, and you still tried to pretend that you didn’t have this stupid book ordered because you love seeing him lose his life

“You claim that you love me with all those stupid material figures and pictures of me, but you smile over seeing me and Mitsuri bleed! You heartless wench! You, your people and whoever wrote this is worse than Muzan!” He pointed at the discarded, now creased book lying neglected on the floor face-up as it was laid on the page, like another cartoon miracle came to life, of the zoom-in on Obanai’s saddening injuries on his face with Kaburamaru slithering into frame.

“You made me suffer! My home! My mouth! You did all that to me, so you can entertain yourself! How did I feel love for you?!” You felt tears pouring down your face, recognising that he felt ‘love’ for you as Obanai continued, his rage very obviously spilling out of him as it couldn’t be contained. Since he knew you knew what was truly underneath those bandages, he just pulled them down with zero care. The scars looked so much more grotesque in real life, like somebody poured acid on him as tears bubbled in his eyes

“L-look! I’m sorry-“ Once again, he interrupted you without hearing you out at all, shoving your half-fill mug of coffee off the glass coffee table and making a small but significant mess on the carpet, his free hand clutching the cute dark denim jacket he wore, in which you bought for him. These stupid human clothes, these stupid human ways. He needs to go back to the Hashira so he can try save Mitsuri from her doom

“You're not fucking sorry! You're sick! Twisted! All the other bullshit you people say to get your words in! Making me form to your disgusting desires! Why- Why....I thought I could trust you... Why did you bring me here…?”

“I didn’t… you came to me”

“I wish I never did. You’ve been lying and manipulating me the entire time I’ve been becoming a lazy slob like you. Were you trying to make me forget Mitsuri and stay with you, so I can be your little Obi-baby!” He mocked the way you and your equally Obanai-crazy best friend talked about him in your private discussions. Since you trusted him truthfully, he was allowed to use your phone anytime he wanted and one time, he noticed a message from her as you cooked and he decided to read it. He wouldn’t have denied, you and her made him feel like some bachelor with how much you two admired him

He sobbed out loud, his heart broken in pieces and fell onto the couch cushion underneath him. “Do you enjoy seeing this, Myōji? These hideous scars. It’s so amusing to you, isn’t it?” You were about to speak when Obanai sat up from the couch, picking up his katana and walking through the hallway as his hands tore off the buttons on the denim effortlessly. He is changing into his uniform and running away, he has no idea where he’ll go but he needs to get away from you, one of his many tormentors

He wouldn’t let you try trick him as he heard you rush after him, your hands went to wipe the blood of your cheek and temple. He wouldn’t let you get close as he swung his katana at your direction in one smooth sweep, slicing a cut over your breasts and making your now bleeding skin visible. Obanai honestly almost forgot how to use his katana with how little he fought, he had never rose his katana against any criminal he chased but he kept himself still as fit as he always is since he went to the gym everyday, linked to your side

Your sobbed and hiccuped as Obanai glared daggers through you as he kept speaking, his silky deep voice cracking with how much pain he was feeling. It was worse than any injury he was going to get from Muzan eventually. “You’re not sorry. Stop pretending you are” You tried your best to argue back, too afraid to try touch him but still pushing on, you need to convince him his developed point of view is wrong. You don’t want him to suffer at all

“Obanai. I didn’t—“

“Shut up! Your pathetic little tricks won’t work on me anymore! So stop trying!”

Okay. You were done with his interruptions as you stomped up to him and slapped his cheek as hard as you could. “You shut the fuck up for one fucking second, Obanai and listen to me!” You growled back, speaking before he could process the slap so you could finally beating him to the punch for once. “I don’t love you because I’m entertained by your death. I cried, I cried a lot. I was smiling because I could feel the love you and Mitsuri have as I worked to get to it! I love you because you’re amazing”

Continuing on your rant, you could go on and on about why Obanai is your favourite and how much happiness you felt to see him actually stand before you, but you couldn’t at this very moment, you needed to calm him down. “Incredible. A hero, giving his life for the human race. Brave, dedicated, loyal, never stopping despite all his injuries. You’re beautiful in all ways, and your death makes my heart shatter. If it was my choice, I’d save you! But I didn’t write Kimetsu No Yaiba! I didn’t decide your fate!”

Obanai glared hatefully, he didn’t want to believe anything you said. It could be just flattery and manipulation to keep him purring on your lap but he decided to dance around the possibility, mustering out a rather sharp response, it felt like his words could cut you down to size on their own

“Who did then…”

“Koyoharu Gotouge did! Do I seriously seem like somebody who’d hurt you? I’ve been looking after you. Taking out loans from my family so we could have fun together. Amusement parks, the theatre, shopping, park trailing, bowling! You hate me now, after all the fun we had together?!” You cry out, overwhelmed by your sadness and his heartsmashing words, trying your best to convince him to think otherwise, you didn’t want him to hate you. You suspected Obanai would be cruel, harsh to you constantly like he always is to others, but he seemed polite with the way he asked you about everything, listened to you

He didn’t respond, his expression screamed malice and hate as his beautiful mismatched eyes darkened. His cheek now bright red with the hand mark of your palm branded on the actually soft skin

Obanai strolled with zero noise following him, into your room and swiped every single figure of him you owned from the hidden compartment of your bed, making you flinch in concern at how he found out where you hid those figures. “You love me, huh? Getting all these stupid toys of me to worship or some shit” He barked, suddenly pulling out a box of matches from his pocket. He must have picked it up from your kitchen drawer when he walked away, just before you caught up with him

“You love me. Yeah, right. I’m nothing but a ‘waifu’ for you and a source of entertainment for you to spill your twisted love into. You don’t love me for me, you love me because I’m just fodder, the one who sacrifices his life and limb to save Tanjiro” Obanai spoke viciously as he held a non-lit match over the pile of plastic him laid on your bed as you were about to chime in, to try to stop him before he once again beat you

“Tell me, what’s more important to you? Your money or me?” You hesitated for a few seconds. Each figure he was threatening to lite ablaze costed you hundreds if you bundled them all together yet, Obanai’s real, very own presence in your life was worth millions as you gently smiled, sniffing occasionally from crying with your broken heart weighing heavy

“You, of course” You tried to speak calmly and lovingly, hoping he’d be convinced but your efforts were truly in vain as he was no longer able to trust you, like he use to. “You’re lying” Obanai responds instantly, dropping the non-lit match into the pile as a empty threat and walking past you as you panicked, controlling yourself when you realised no flames had emitted

“Stupid. Stupid real humans” Obanai mumbled, suddenly throwing full-strength your most expensive figure of him, performing a form of Serpent Breathing, as far from him as possible. He must have picked it up as he walked away. You swung around, grabbing his shoulders to try stop him but he was too fast, smashing the figure into pieces when it made contact with the wall, and huffing in anger at your silent distraught reaction

“Does that hurt? There goes your money and there goes any chance I’d ever love you” He shoves you back by knocking you onto your bed with a back-push, his almost pale eyes glared at you as his heartbreak and anger couldn’t disappear, no matter how much he vented, barked and broke stuff. Your eyes hurt so much from crying, as much as your heart did. He then picked up your phone and held it up to his face, his completely visible face

Everything you said before struck a cord in him and he knew you were 100% right, you are not a threat but he can’t forgive you for viewing him as a another fictional character that you use for your pleasure needs, for reading his death right in front of him. He had so much fun in this world, buying new clothes, trying new foods and drinks, seeing how far technology has advanced, playfully throwing you over the couch for beating him in Mario Kart

He did love you, he was feeling his love for Mitsuri fade away, all the more time he spent with you. Going to your job and helping out as much as he could, the only money he had for the months he had been living with you is thank you payments for when he tackled the thieves he came across. He found each day such a treat and at one point, he didn’t want to go back to his original life. The only thing tying him to his realm was Mitsuri and that vision of the love of his life was being replaced by you. Well… That use to be the case but not anymore

Now. He actually wants to return to where he truly belongs and properly this time unlike when he said he wanted go on his first days here, he needs to go back to his realm. The realm of fiction, so he can just live out the rest of his short life until he dies, knowing you’ll be laughing and loving his torment as he take his last breath with Mitsuri in his arms. His broken heart dug and hid away into his subconscious as Kaburamaru slithered around a bit, glaring at you with the same hate Obanai was

He doesn’t belong here, not with you. He is fantasy, you are reality. You two were never suppose to meet or connect, let alone fall in love. It was never meant to be, he isn’t a human, he is a piece of art and he wasn’t suppose to know the truth of his existence. He was such a fool for thinking he could change into a real person like you when he can never be real

“Send me back to my world now or you’ll lose another figurine”

[redsray]

I love those fics where the JL learns about Jason (or the entire batfam, wtv) and realise that the Red Hood, who ran Batman in circles for a good while and keeps him on his toes, took over the entire crime-ridden drug empire of Gotham in just a few months, ran (or is still running) the Iceberg lounge and is just objectively terrifying: is also a nineteen-year-old with this baby face. THIS is who multiple drug lords answered to and who protects Crime Alley.

[reichurine]

bodyswap au but a bit of a sad take oops, pt3

pt2 here

[glitchedcosmos]

Season 3 prediction

[a-slashersfinalgirl]

Oh naur