#//this is so funny sobbing emoji

[maysdecember]

hes actually dramatic as fuck lmfao

[roitaminnah]

hey have u guys read the fic bandit queens of the mont satiné shopping mall. (shaking through tears) i think u should. join me in my insanity <3

[angeloftrumpets]

ive been thinking so much about f,naf things its unreal

[violexides]

finding out that the mare-aly-craig cinematic crossover ended up in the fucking main oumota tag on this website is probably one of the funniest things to have happened on this blog 

[ellovett]

JASSSS HELP THE COMMENT U MADE ABT FAYETTE NOT HAVING WINGS AND THEN U FOLLOWING THAT WITH YOU FLYING AWAY IS SO FOUL IMMA BROWN/POS

[transheimdall]

hi i just remembered the image that sent me into a sob laughing fit at 6am while i was high off my ass and sleep deprived as fuck like a week ago and i need to share . it is not that fucking funny .

[zouisexo]

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[sugarcane-soup]

To make u a lil less normal :3

7MK0 rides and motorcycle. imagine working at a mcdonalds drive thru and someone with a gun and a motorcycle pulls up and asks “hey uhh can i have uh a chicken nugget”

trust me! this is canon I WAS THE MCDOANLDS DRUVE THROUGH WORKER

[levin-swort]

i keep remembering that one fea voice clip of Lon'qu saying 'women' like hes held at gunpoint

[chisungie]

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[lewisvinga]

good lord | daniel ricciardo x fem! reader

summary; in which daniel is absolutely obsessed with his girlfriend

fc; alycia debnam carey

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

notes; requested ! based off of pookie and jett ( yall better know who i’m talking abt ) bc daniel would so be like jett

masterlist !

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yourusername: went on a silly little walk to buy some silly fruit today

danielricciardo: WOW WHATTA WOMAN😍😍🥴🥴

yourusername: dannyyyyyyy😭

danielricciardo: you look marvelous, babe😍😍

yourusername: thank you my luv😞🩷

username: the bag is everything omg

username: i live for daniel’s comments

username: she’s so prettyyyyy

username: daniel’s so lucky to be dating her

danielricciardo: i tell that to myself everyday !

username: daniel is such a simp im crying

username: y/n is so pookie

username: need that bag fr

username: imagine walking around looking like that 😫😫

maxverstappen1: ur bfs drooling over ur post btw

danielricciardo: yeah and i have no shame abt it

yourusername: that’s danny ric for u

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yourusername: date nights w him >>

tagged; danielricciardo

danielricciardo: HUBBAHUBBAHUBBA

danielricciardo: you always look exquisite 😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍

landonorris: ENOUGH W THW EMOJIS

yourusername: don’t mind lando, he’s cranky😞 u always look handsome tho babe🩷🩷😫🥴🥴

username: daniel’s comments are always so damn funny 😭😭😭

username: the black mini dress EATS

username: i’ll never be in the comments before daniel 😞

lilymhe: sooooo pretty😫

yourusername: 🙈🙈

username: daniel looks so good wait

username: my fave wag🥹

username: they remind me of campbell and jett😭😭😭

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yourusername: always spoiled by my love 🤍 thank you for everything, my danny 🤍

tagged; danielricciardo

danielricciardo: dear lord, babe, you always look stunning 😍🥰

username: this is so pookie and jett coded omg

danielricciardo: pookie looks absolutely fire tonight❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

yourusername: LMFAOOO DANNYYY

username: POOKIE AND JETT REFERENCE I’M CRYINGG

danielricciardo: always the best for you❤️i love you❤️

yourusername: i love you 🙁🩷

username: oh to be spoiled by daniel ricciardo…

username: the hair is giving what it’s supposed to give 😍😍

username: she’s so😣😣

landonorris: ur bf keeps annoying me

yourusername: did u deserve it

landonorris: all i asked was for him to stop saying pookie😞

yourusername: u deserved it pookie😒

username: “my danny” IM SOBBING

username: i need a man to be as obsessed w me as daniel is w pookie y/n liked by yourusername and danielricciardo !

[cloudsthatglowinthenightsky]

A BOT JUST STARTED FOLLOWING ME LMAO

[erwinsvow]

𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

summary: rafe's realizing how much better he is now, ever since he met you

word count: 1.6k

now spinning: love song by lana del rey

author's note: can't think about anything else but rafe being happy n content.... eeeee <3

part of this little universe

Rafe’s beginning to think you’re really good for him. 

It starts off pretty small—little things, here and there. The way he doesn’t go to bed completely angry and pent up anymore—that’s because you text him good night, every night, without fail. Even when he doesn’t say it first, even when he’s not on his phone and told you he’d be busy taking care of stuff with his dad all day.

After your first date, when you were sitting in the passenger seat of his truck—licking on an ice cream cone he’d bought you after dinner because the two of you were have a difficult time trying to find a reason to end the night—he opens up his phone to add your number to his contacts, and you hover over his shoulder, choosing little emojis to have next to your name and being very picky about it. 

When you finally decide on the perfect combination, he turns to look at your face, which is way too close to his. He decides then and there that you wanted to be kissed, because you’d never get so close if you didn’t. The truth was that you just couldn’t tear your eyes away from how the little blue heart and butterfly and flowers looked next to your name in his phone, but he doesn’t need to know that, not if he’s going to kiss you like that every time. 

And now whenever he picks up his phone and sees those little blue shapes, he feels better, instantaneously. 

So much so that he doesn’t yell at Wheezie and Sarah so much anymore. That’s another small thing— Rafe can’t even recall what he used to get so annoyed about, so angry that he’d pick fights over it. Sarah’s never home anyways, but when she is, you’re making conversation with her, smiling up at Rafe trying to involve him in the discussion about whatever the hell you guys talk about. 

Wheezie’s always home, and he actually realizes how funny she is, especially with you. He sits on the couch with his laptop, looking at things that you don’t understand and don’t really care about, while Sleepless in Seattle plays on the television.

You and Wheezie sit next to each other, half-eaten popcorn and candy scattered between you two, a box of tissues within reach because you told her they were absolutely necessary, even though she didn’t believe you.

Rafe only looks up when hears the unmistakable sound of you sniffling and crying—panicking briefly, trying to make sure he handles this correctly, properly, so he doesn’t scare you away—when he realizes it’s just the movie. 

He lets out a sigh of relief, of which you take note. You turn to hand Wheezie a tissue and then look back at Rafe, worried he’s going to be annoyed that you’re crying over this movie.

It’s silly, because he’s been nothing but nice to you, sweet as sugar all the time, but you remember what your friends used to tell you, the back-and-forth with Sarah, Wheezie’s comments about how much nicer Rafe’s been recently. How he’s been nicer since he met you. You look at him for a little, seconds passing by as your heart thuds in your chest. 

“I can’t believe this-” you hear Wheezie sob in the background, reaching for another handful of popcorn. “They just left!”

You almost turn away from Rafe just then, not wanting to see his reaction, when he closes his laptop and slides his body over to sit closer to you, one hand around your shoulder pulling you close and the other reaching to grab a clean tissue, holding it in his hand for you, for when you need it. You smile against his chest, clasping your hand around his. 

“You really cry over this crap, kid?” You whine, a muffled noise of protest spoken against his shirt, half-hearted. “We all knew they were gonna end up together.”

“Yeah, I guess we did,” you murmur, not paying attention to the movie anymore, eyes hyper-focused on the shiny metal of Rafe’s ring on his fingers. 

“Shut up, Rafe, I’m watching this-”

“You shut up, Wheeze, and pass the chocolate.”

It’s become a regular occurrence, actually, having you around at Tannyhill. You go through plenty of movies with Wheezie, occupying her time while getting to be with Rafe. You join them for their periodic family dinners, dolled up in your nicest clothes even though Rafe tells you it doesn’t matter. He wants you down there in his hoodie, but you refuse.

You want to make a good impression on Ward, you tell him, that it’s important to you if his dad likes you, if he approves of you, if he likes having you around. Rafe doesn’t get why you care—you’ll still be in his life whether Ward approves or not—but he plays along with it.

You wear pretty blue dresses and bring chapter books from the library for Wheezie and some history novels for his dad. You’re all smiles and conversation at their normally silent table, which he thinks is nice. Rafe still believes it would be nicer if it was just the two of you, but he doesn’t say anything. 

A picture constructs itself in his head—you and him at the dinner table of your house, the house you two will have together. You’d decorate everything all cute—he can picture it now—but he’s really focusing on when you and he can have these family dinners together, a couple of high chairs and pureed food and screaming toddlers running around. He doesn’t know where the image came from, probably from the sweet way you are with his family, but now it’s rooted itself like an infection that’s impossible to get rid of. He thinks of it, and feels better, and it must be obvious to everyone around him, but you never say anything.

It’s gotten to the point where even Ward notices it, though he refrained from commenting for as long as he could. Besides for dinner and the occasional Good morning sweetheart when you’re passing through the kitchen with Rafe, he doesn’t bother you two much. 

That’s why it really surprises Rafe when he brings you up one day.

“You seem… better, son,” his father says, and he wants to summon up some kind of retort to fire back, but nothing comes to mind. Maybe the impact you have on him is bigger than he thought. “It’s good. She’s good for you. Make sure you take care of her.”

He thinks for a second. There was a time where the first thing out of his mouth would be Don’t tell me how to treat my girl. 

“Yeah, I will. Thanks, dad.”

And then, suddenly, you’re everywhere, a part of everything. He can’t even sit in his truck without thinking of how you should be in the passenger seat. His house feels empty when you’re not curled on the couch trying to decide on what movie to rewatch for the millionth time. He can’t even find any insults for your stupid Pogue friends, because of course they want to spend time with you, when you make everything brighter like this. 

Rafe used to think it’d be humiliating to feel like this, actually being dependent on someone for once, acting and doing better because of you and feeling better even when you’re not there. He doesn’t feel humiliated at all though, he feels surprisingly content, despite everything that’s going on. It’s all background noise now. He feels even better when his door opens, and you make your way into his bedroom.

“Hey,” you say, setting down your bag on his desk. It lands with a thud, probably filled with your current read and another couple of books for his sister. “They all went down to the Chateau to smoke, so I just came over, I hope that’s okay-” You stop talking when you turn and see how he’s looking at you, getting up from his bed to walk up to you. “Rafe? You okay?”

You look at him real sweet, like you’re wondering what could be wrong and how you can help fix it. It’s precious, but he already knew that. His father’s words run through his head again—he has to make sure to take good care of you. 

“Perfect. Even better ‘cause you’re here now.” You shove your hand against his chest, letting out a breath of relief.

“You scared me,” you say with a laugh. You go back to your bag, rustling through it to produce three books, just like he guessed. He starts smiling when you turn around to offer it to him.

“Got one for you this time.” You're beaming, eyes looking at him expectantly.

“Thanks, kid,” he says, and he can’t help the smile that’s growing. He brings you in for a hug the way he always does, arm around your shoulder and guiding you to his chest, and you lean against him like that, holding on tight, breathing steady in his grip. Whatever anger and frustration was bubbling inside melts away with every passing second of touching your soft skin and smelling the scent of your hair. 

It’s no surprise when you two end up a tangled mess in bed hours later, your head resting above his heart, wrapped in his grip, while you start reading the book you got for Rafe aloud.

“Y’know what we should do?” he starts, quietly, interrupting you while you’re flipping to the next page. 

“Hm?” you murmur back, feeling your eyes fluttering shut without the book open and ready to read to distract you into staying awake. Rafe’s skin is warm and his grip is tight. You could fall asleep in seconds right now.

“Get married.”

[shimmerclaws]

this is my fault it is my fault this exists

I WAS FORCED AT GUNPOINT TO MAKE THIS.

[moongoopy]

no way out

cont: reader has lost about everything so why not lose themselves too?

c/w: reader has anxiety and depression, dubcon, reader getting kidnapped, yandere characters, reader is an artist, death (not reader or the duo), dark content, family problems, blood, reader constantly relapses from self harm, manipulation, harassment (not from duo)

a/n: damn thats crazy. funny how i end it almost the same like my other scenario lolololol, reqs open!

c: geto x reader x gojo

it was the last year of college and it was like you slaved away at your school work that it was numbing to even do your hobbies.

the light in you was dying that your heart should've stopped years ago.

no parties can save you.

you threw away the invitation for the college party, everything was blur to you. too much responsibility on your shoulders and no shoulder to cry on, your roommate no less too busy with his own life to go fuck himself over some girl he broke up with and you slip away everytime you were close to talking to him. he wouldn't listen anyways, head too busy in the clouds as he loses himself again.

the miscalls from your family didn't bother you anymore, it was aggravating to text them back everytime they remembered you so you pretend such a nuisance doesn't exist until it's too late.

"atleast pretend to care"

you told yourself in the mirror, eye twitching from your toothbrush that fall at your feet when your hand collided with the sink. you were worse for wear, eyebags getting darker as you thumbed through social media and letting a few minutes pass before picking up the brush.

instead of calling back, you left a long line of texts with another brand new line of excuses to shut them up with a bunch of emojis for some normalcy. you cleaned up the brush before applying another line of toothpaste onto it and slumped, remembering how money was also running low. thankfully, you didn't share money with your roommate or anything but inflation was upon us.

no way you wanted to ask from your family. they fared well but it was like a hit list on how much you'd ask them and that when you get back home, they'll use it against you and scream in your face while you're strung up limbly like a doll by not responding at all. a response is asking for a fight, no response is to defuse their thoughts by letting them pile ontop of you until they move onto another thing to complain about.

you nearly choke at the taste of blood and pulled away from your toothbrush, red coated your tongue and the gums of your teeth before they quickly get washed off including your grimy face.

another shower may do you good before you worry more about other things. should it be saving up more money or that you haven't come to work for two days now?

oh, this is killing you, why couldn't you just turn the cutter towards your neck? you'd sob so loudly when the blood on your thighs washes over and the cuts burn and twist your skin in and out that you desperately grabbed onto the shower walls. staring down at your scars that barely heal, you made sure to pick pants that wouldn't bother your battered skin. your mind lingers again, the pressure of the water against your head calmer than the caress of your mother's hand combing through your hair.

how did it went downhill in your life?

the folks here were seperated into systems of the typical tropes of college but you weren't treated that badly. there were stares and badmouthing but it never harmed you. so college wasn't the problem.

or maybe it was the relative that passed where you bawled so hard over? yet, you'd never really known them, having correlations towards your passion and attitude only. seemingly called a reflection of them by your other family members but the memory of said late relative lingers in your head sometimes like the wax that's left after the flames took it out but it can only be reshaped if you want to.

but you never pried into the past of that relative so it couldn't be.

you lost yourself way before the impending family problems and countless homeworks you had that the addicting press off the cutter felt more like home than home ever was.

no, dont go back there, it wont help.

drying yourself off, you decided you should atleast take the night shift. clothes tossed on, you couldn't slump around this time. you had something due in a week so maybe work was better to focus on at the moment. passing your roommate's room, you nearly stumbled out the door. night was fast aporoaching this time, it made you ill. the sun or the moon was something you could tell apart from the slow days that passed, without it was living like you're dying.

you took the shortcut, a creepy alleyway but if you were quick; you didn't have to deal with any drunkards and steadily walked. you clutched your earphones in your hand as you tried to listem for any noise that can ruin the night and jumped back to somebody that reached out for you.

"hey there..!"

the man drawled, oh god.

he was drunk or rather high with how hard he was clutching something in his hands but nonetheless it creeped you out, you walked hurriedly away from him.

it was amazing on how stupidly quick he was. his eyes were rolling to the back of his head and drool smearing his lips as he pursues you. your sling bag slipped from your arm which was held tight incase you needed to hit him.

the road down was getting slippery just a bit near to the cornerstore where you worked at, you could dissappear through the backdoor incase he gave chase. or was that a bad choice? he'd know where you work at if he remembered a part of you. thats why you didnt want to yell back incase he recognizes it if he scuttles into your work place and do god knows what there. not a lot of people were around at the hours you work at too.

tears spilled from your eyes, you always were the fearful type. thats why you havent died, just the thought of dying was perfect for you but never the action. you could die in this situation, what if he had a knife. you didnt want that. such an unflattering way to die by some weirdo whose name will be forgotteen after a few days of town talk.

you wanted to die but not this, no!

you swerved the corner and you heard the man gasp.. or choke?

you turned back immediately and another man was holding him by the throat, slamming him back on the graffitied wall with a dangerous glare towards the creep.

"get the fuck out of here!" was enough for the man to whimper and cry, running away back to the alleyway and his footsteps faded away slowly but if you just listen a little closer, he was really running for his life in his drunken stupor.

the stranger's fist was a bit bloody, you didnt know where he had hit himself, hell was that even his blood?

"shit, thank you.."

you exhaled sharply, you had held your breath so long eversince you had turned around. your heart beating so fast to what you thought was gonna happen if the creep caught up with you. this white haired stranger smiled widely, a bit too wide for almost beating up a man and walked towards you.

"you okay? theres been a lot more creeps lately. that must've shaken you up, do you need..?"

he opens his arms up to which you shifted akwardly, hand on your arm. should you? he saved your life and you haven't hugged anybody for a while. hell, you needed something to stop your panic and nearly fell right into his arms. he chuckled, rubbing your back in comfort as he fumbles with something in his bag in the other hand.

"where were you headed? i'll take you there. who know what other weirdos are out here."

you nodded slowly, feeling more at ease when both of his arms wrap around you. you wanted to stay in his chest for a while, scent so nice to inhale but you pulled away swiftly. wow, nearly caught yourself being the creep, this was revolting. you haven't felt affection in the longest time that some stranger's arms were what stabilize you, it was almost embarassing. you might as well ask him to bed you with how you nearly nuzzled into him.

you turned around and he slipped his fingers between yours which was a bit peculiar.

he laughed boyishly, putting his hands up defensively.

"sorry, its just instict. im worried about you!"

looking at him again, he was very pretty. such nice lashes fluttering at you as he utters his words and you shook your head almost mechanically. you dont get a lot of nice strangers like this often, it nearly made you feel too relaxed. it was fine, he probably goes through this with other people that walk alone at night and get disturbed by whatever.

"i'm kinda late now to my work.. but its fine, can you back me up?" he did a thumbs up before walking with you, finally turning the corner and seeing the signboard of the convenient shop lit up. you looked up at him, wanting to thank him again before one of his arms slip behind your waist and your vision becomes blurry.

a car drove past, stopping beside the two.

your limbs felt heavy and you started seeing black and he held you close.

"don't worry, i'll do more than back you up."

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this was warm. it felt too warm like a mother's womb. or was that a strange way to describe this feeling? maybe it was more thicker than the blankets you had back at your home or maybe it wasn't your blankets at all?

you woke up in a sweat, head aching with great pain as you let your eyes adjust to the dark.

what was going on?

why was the stranger that helped you was here? legs held to his chest as he watches a movie while another stranger combs through your hair and he was so close, you'd nearly scream. chains rattle and your feet feels so cold. you were so disoriented that whatever noise you managed out of you made the stranger from earlier made him whip his head back.

"it's okay, y/n. we'll explain."

he moved so quick that he was right next to you, gripping your chin so suddenly which made you back up. he held onto you by your clothes and it made the fabric stretch, these weren't your clothes either. just what the fuck was going on?! you screeched, tearing away from him and it made the other stranger hold onto the other's wrist.

"satoru, don't act like a hooligan. you're scaring them"

the one named 'satoru' backed off, chuckling and putting his hands up defensively like how he did before except the look in his eyes were so much more carnal than ever before.

"cmon, its natural to get excited to have your plan work out. on such a random night and way more early than your intended timing, suguru?"

it was like a challenge for 'suguru' to bite back but he couldn't care less and looked back at you. it was eerie. his eyes a swirl of purple and such an illusion had you staring back into them which gave him a chance to touch you even more where he adjusted your clothes and patting them back to how it originally look.

"how'd you feel, darling? i'll explain, we three go to same college, remember us?"

you only had to a bunch of people remembered in your head that anymore than that, you dont bother to remember but their names were farmiliar. people do talk about them all the time so would you shake your head or nod? nonetheless, satoru butts in and thumbs your lips.

"so? speak up, your voice's too pretty to just nod as a response~"

you pulled away, a rush of tears rolling down your face at the realisation of how messed up this situation was. two men in this cold room. you were kidnapped. you didn't know whether to scream or bite back when they started cooing and wiping at your tears. it felt so insulting when they talked like you weren't there, you wanted to quale with anger but your eyes snap back to the shackles on your feet. they notice that you knew, suguru shoves his finger onto satoru's lips before he said something else that could trigger you.

"well, sweetheart. i know all of this can be scary but none of this is to hurt you-"

"how the hell, what the hell do you mean by that? you kidnap me to just look at me, is that what you're telling me!?"

that came out in one breath that you paused, your sobbing stop a bit. this was bad. oh no, you weren't rational. well, you were never rational but in this situation with two strangers from college, they could easily chuck you in a body bag and call it a day. your sniffling gets louder when suguru pressed his thumb into your cheek and turned your head towards him.

his expression was almost indescribable. was he angry? was he amused? was he planning things? this was making you dizzy. they might talk about killing your right here right now too as they had no shame to cover up their plans of kidnapping you. but a small huff was let out from his lips as he held your face so tenderly.

"i know, this situation cam be scary but we've seen you around college. your artwork is just astounding and we wanted to go look for you, such an artist should hear our praise from us and yet you were nowhere to be found." satoru's brows quirked up when your eyes started gleaming a bit but blinking fast to try to hide some care into his words.

"when we found out how you've been so down in your mental issues, it saddens us. your teachers told us how you looked deeply affected by them. that you've been so lonely.." your chest starts heaving when he got so close to your face and your feet kicked the floor to slip away from him only for satoru to hold you from behind.

"we decided to keep you here as our little darling."

you blinked up, eyes twitching.

so they only saw you as entertainment that you were about to push them away from you and spit at them until satoru held your hand and kissed it, taking in your scent.

"sure, its the most foul thing to ever be called by us but we promise you're gonna enjoy it here!"

his arm slips from behind your neck and pulled you close to your chest, snickering when you tried to get away from him. his lips inch close to your ear and he whispers.

"we want to make you feel much better, away from everything you're experiencing and we want to talk about your passion too. wouldn't you like that? we'll provide it all for you. just say the word~"

your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head from the tears you squeezed out painfully. this had to be a joke. what was even going on anymore? your life had to be an absolute joke, you should've joined that one relative in death too.

but a life with them where your problems are almost nonexistent was just peaceful, did you died to get into this position. your crying had calmed down again. you looked up at them in worry, were they really telling the truth? a kiss was pressed softly on the forehead by suguru and his smile reached his eyes with such tenderness.

"you need time to process this, you can go back to sleep and think about it when you wake up.."

"orrrr enjoy your favourite!"

satoru popped open a bag from the restaurant you liked to go to but haven't in a while and the smell was just strong enough to taste it. your eyes linger to a pillow suguru held out for you and you'd nearly keel over. it was your pillow from your dorm and it made your head swirl in confusion.

just who are these two? why do they know so much when they heard you through passing? there was so much questions that they shut down with a kiss and slot their bodies right next to you.

but one thing was certain, you're not getting out of this soon.

[xxspringmelodyxx]

Cats out of the Bag~

Gojo Satoru turned into a what now??

Warnings: none…at least I don’t think??

I drove as fast as I could towards Shoko’s place, fear building up inside of me with every second that passed.

I was peacefully lying down on my bed, scrolling through my phone mindlessly. That was until I got a text message from the group chat, specifically Shoko telling me to come to her place, and quickly. She said something happened to Toru. The instant I got that message, I didn’t even question her. I got out of my bed, quickly put on a sweatshirt and leggings, and ran out to my car.

I was definitely speeding, passing through all the other cars that were in my way. Usually I would never drive this recklessly, but due to the fact that something has happened to Toru, it was different.

I tried to keep myself calm as I drove, trying not to let my mind wander to the worse case scenarios. Spoiler, I couldn’t do it.

Lately, Toru has been going out on more missions, and dangerous ones at that. He always assures you that he will be fine, but there was always a bit of doubt in your mind. After all, no matter what he thought, he was still human. A powerful one at that, but still a human who could still die.

What if this was it? What if he faced a curse that was too much for him? What if the curse got to him and killed him? What if it took him over and took control of his body? What if…what if…what if!

All these thoughts kept running through your mind as you got closer and closer to Shoko’s home.

Tears started to collect in your eyes. You tried to fight them back to clear your vision, but instead, more water began to well up in your eyes. It got to the point where the accumulation of tears started to fall down your face. Silent sobs began to escape your mouth as your fears of losing your Toru kept replaying in your head.

—

You finally arrived at Shoko’s and ran out of your car, opening her door.

”What happened? Where is he? Is he okay?” You asked with desperation, tears still falling down your face.

Shoko and Suguru both looked towards you and became concerned. Shoko ran up to you and placed her hands on your face, rubbing your tears away.

”Why are you crying? What happened?” She asked

”You said something happened to Toru and I took that as a sign that he…that…” You spoke softly, getting lost in your mind once again. Suguru looked down at his phone in the group chat, reading Shoko’s message.

Suguru sighed, placing a hand on his face with disbelief.

”Shoko, why would you say it like that.” He said with disappointment.

”I sent a laughing emoji afterwards!” She said, grabbing her phone out to prove it. However, her scrunched face dropped after she saw a “Message not delivered” show up on her phone. She looked up at both you and Suguru with a sheepish face.

”So uh…funny story…sorry…”

Suguru groaned, rolling his eyes at her. He came up to you and looked down at you, placing his hands on your arms.

”What is going on, Suguru? Where is Toru? Is he okay?” You asked, your chest tightening.

”Yes, he is fine.” He responded with a soft chuckle.

”Well…for the most part.” Shoko said.

”What do you mean? I’m getting so many mixed signals right now, and I don’t like it!” You said with frustration. All you cared about was if Toru is well and alive.

“Y/n…Satoru and I went out on a mission. We were supposed to stop a curse that was causing…interesting things to happen to people. We did stop the beast…but not before it got to Satoru.” He said

”And before you see him, Y/n, please know that this side effect only lasts for 24 hours max. That’s what our reports have shown based off of the others who have been impacted from it.” Shoko interjected

“Just show me to him, please.” You said, desperate to see your love.

The two looked at each other and nodded. Shoko took your hand and walked you to the backyard, bringing you to…a white cat?

”I'm confused. Where is Toru?” You asked, seeing the cat's ears perk up at the sound of your voice. The cat turned around towards you, showing bright blue eyes similar to…

”Toru??” You asked, wide eyed as you looked at the small figure on the ground.

The cat ran up to you, wrapping its tail around your leg and snuggling up to you.

”This is what I was talking to you about. That cursed being was able to turn people into other animals. When Satoru and I were fighting it, he went up and finished it off, but not before the creature got a final blow in. Just as the creature was killed, it sent off one last blast of cursed energy and hit Satoru…and well, you know the rest.” Suguru said, his hand touching the top of your shoulder.

Toru hissed at Suguru touching you, about to run up and attack him. However, before he could, you knelt down and grabbed him with both of your hands, holding him up in front of you.

You gave the small cat a good look, seeing obvious signs now.

A small smile made its way towards your face before a small giggle escaped your mouth.

Soon, that simple giggle turned out into an all out laughing session as you realized your boyfriend had been turned into a cat…a cat out of all things!

You held him close to you, feeling the soft fur against your arms.

”Well you certainly seem happier now than before.” Shoko said, smiling down at you hugging Toru.

”Of course I am. I would much prefer this than…you know…” You said, drifting off. You felt Toru wiggle in your arms, climbing up your chest and licking your cheeks after realizing your tearstained face.

”He is concerned as to why you were crying.” Suguru said, finding it somewhat adorable.

I smiled down at him, rubbing his fur, making him purr.

”Don’t worry, Toru. It was Shoko’s fault.” You said, smirking at Shoko.

”I said I’m sorry! What more do you want?!” She whined.

Toru hissed once more, trying to run after her, but you stopped him by holding him close to you. You chuckled as you kissed his head, rubbing his fur.

”It’s okay, Toru. She just did her usual sending one text at a time rather than putting it all in one, which ultimately ended up with me crying. But all is well now.” You said, smiling up at Shoko. She stuck her tongue out at you playfully, ignoring the death stare Toru was giving her.

You then sat up, Toru still in your arms.

”Well, I suppose I just have to wait until he turns back to normal then?” You asked, seeing Shoko nod.

”Yep. Most people usually end up turning back within 12-24 hours. It just depends on the person. So far…its been only 6 hours for him, so you’ve got a bit of time left.” She said.

”Well, I don’t really have anything planned today…so I guess Ill just stay and watch him until he turns back.” You said, turning on your heels.

Toru cuddled up to your neck, purring louder and louder as he felt your heartbeat. It soothed him to the point where he fully relaxed in your arms, closing his eyes.

You couldn’t help but squeal at how adorable he looked.

”I suppose I should take him back to our place. Thank you for letting me know what happened to him…even if it came out wrong at first.” You said, teasing Shoko once more.

”yeah, yeah, yeah. Just go take care of your man…well cat in this case.” She teased back.

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You said your goodbyes to Shoko and Suguru, taking Toru back to your guys’ place. You figured it would be a nice and relaxing time with Toru since he would just relax around the house…oh how wrong you were.

”Toru, stop being stubborn and get down from there!” You yelled as you tried to reach him. He was currently on the ceiling of you guys’ house, sitting on the fan.

He just meowed at you, almost as if he was teasing you.

”Damn it, you're even worse as a cat! Come on Toru!” You begged, trying to persuade him to come down.”

He turned around, facing the string hanging from the fan,trying to play with it.

”Toru, please. You’re going to get hurt!” You said, watching him get closer and closer to the edge of the fan.

Suddenly, an idea sparked in your mind. You remember a few days ago, there was a sale on mochi and you bought all kinds of flavors for both you and Toru to try. You quickly went to the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab his favorite kind. Then, you walked back to the living room and looked up at the cat on the ceiling fan. You crinkled the bag of mochi and watched as Toru slowly turned around towards you, eyeing the bag in your hand.

” If you be a good boy and come back down here, I’ll let you have some of your favorite mochi. But only if you get off the ceiling fan.”

Within seconds, the cat quickly ran down towards you, sitting right in front of you.

You smiled down at him and knelt down to him, picking him up.

”You’re such a good boy, yes you are! Yes you are!” You spoke in a higher pitched voice, holding him up in the air. You placed your nose on his nose, crinkling yours at his cuteness.

Suddenly, the clock in your kitchen began to chime, signaling that another hour had passed.

Within a second, the cat that was in your hands turned into a tall man. That man, of course, being none other than your boyfriend, Toru.

His face was between your hands and both of your noses were touching. Your eyes widened at the closeness, heat rising to your face as you saw the beautiful face you’ve been longing to see for almost a week now.

”I’m your good boy, huh?’ He asked in a hushed tone, watching your body tense up from the closeness.

His hands moved towards your arms, pulling you closer to him to make sure you didn't leave.

”I missed you, you know that?” He spoke, slowly walking you over to the nearest wall.

”D-Did you?” You asked, feeling your heart race from the sudden change in the atmosphere

“Mhmm. I missed you so much~” He said, pulling you into him so that he could hug you. He inhaled your scent, holding you close.

“I’m sorry I worried you.” He said apologetically. If he was being honest, he was full of guilt. Ever since he first saw your tear stained cheeks earlier today, he knew it was because you thought something bad had happened to him. He knew you loved him with all your heart and more, and that was why you were bawling your eyes out when you thought he was seriously injured. The fact that you cared for him so much alone made him love you even more…if that was even possible.

You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling up at him.

”It’s okay. I’m just glad you are still healthy and alive.” You said, kissing his cheek softly.

”It’s not. I know I’ve been going out on missions too much lately, and it's no secret that they have been becoming increasingly dangerous. And I know its taking a toll on you.” He said looking down at you. His hand caressed your cheek, pulling you in close to his face.

”But I promise to you, my sweet love, that I will be more cautious for you. The last thing I’d want to do is to leave you alone by yourself. The last thing I’d want to do is to be the reason for your sadness and anxiousness. I want you to only be happy and calm whenever you think of me. Let me make it up to you, hmm?” He asked, inches away from your lips.

You smiled up at him, nodding, wanting him to continue.

He gently placed his lips on yours, humming at the long awaited kiss. He missed you just as much as you missed him. He lifted your body up with ease, carrying you to the couch, and throwing you on it. He smiled down at you, crawling on top of you.

He placed soft kisses all over your face, wrapping his arms around you and carefully pressing all of his body weight on you.

You smiled up at him and pulled him into you, both of you getting comfortable in each others arms. You two cuddled on the couch together, Toru’s head lying on your chest, listening to your heart beat. You played with his hair, feeling his fingers run up and down your sides.

”I love you, Y/n~”

”And I love you, my sweet Toru~” You responded, kissing the top of his head.

For the rest of the day, you two spent it cuddling, kissing, and trying out the mochi you bought. It was a very uneventful way to spend the rest of your day, but a very meaningful one to both of you.

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