#and anything you're trying to kill off via the fridge will be killed off if you cook it properly

[duskier]

Invisible man but it's toxic Ghoap x reader ...

cw: this is literally just ghoap mentally torturing reader and there are mentions of them intending to kill the reader 🫶

Them having access to fictional sounding levels of military technology and getting two suits of their own that allow them to go completely invisible- suits designed to even erase their shadows via a complex system of reflections and lights.

Of course, you're the first thing to come to mind when they put them on. You were their favorite barista at a café close to base. You probably didn't remember them out of your sea of regulars, but they never stopped thinking about you, a mutual fixation on you blooming between them. They start out small, breaking and entering in the middle of the night. Unplugging your phone from the charger so you wake up without an alarm, the battery long dead. Turning off power to your fridge and leaving the doors open, the food spoiled by the time you wake up.

The best part of the suits is they get to stick around and watch your devastation. Scrambling out of bed with a panicked, half asleep noise, putting on the first set of work clothes you can find. Soap leaning against your fridge so he can get a full look at your face as it crumples at the sight, your vegetables wilted and your meat already smelling.

Ghost takes it a step further after nights of keeping you awake with strange knocks around the house or precious items crashing to the floor. Soap has to bite his lip to keep from giggling as they take turns whispering your name in the night. They wait a few minutes between while they watch you peer into the dark, breath shaking in your chest in fear. You look so adorable with your eyes wide and darting about, like a pretty little thing of prey in your thin tank top and comfy panties. Like you're just waiting to be eaten.

Ghost brushes by Soap, hands reaching out purposefully to give his hand a squeeze. A silent command to stay. Soap is left waiting with you, continuing to admire how vulnerable you look. All it does is leave his cock swelling in the pants, fantasizing about ways he could get you to make that pretty frightened face for him more directly. Soap couldn't wait to get his hands on you, make you feel real weakness under his grip. They weren't going to fuck with you forever, this was just them playing with their food. A sort of foreplay. He wonders if you'd cry, if you'd beg for your life. Or would you try and play along, in hopes they'd spare you? Would you try to fight back, could you maybe land a blow on him? Soap palms himself quietly, careful to not let your now focused hearing catch him in the act. He really hopes you can split his lip or something, leave a scar to remember you by.

The both of you startle as suddenly you hear Ghost bellowing your name from somewhere on the first floor. His voice is so loud, so angry, it barely sounds human and is left ringing in your ears for a full minute after. You're paralyzed with fear, hyperventilating now. Before you could snap out of it and reach for your phone, you screamed at the feeling of a hand gripping your ankle and yanking you to the foot of the bed.

There was nothing and no one there. Even in the limited light you could tell that you were alone. This must have been a break in your psyche, you reassured yourself, just because you haven't been sleeping well and things have been going wrong in the house. No matter how you reassure yourself, you still creep down the stairs to look around for any signs of intrusion.

Every step, you pause and listen around for something, anything. Maybe a bear broke into your house for food or a thief was rooting through your office for your safe box. Maybe it was something as small and harmless as mice knocking over furniture. Every second feels like an eternity, your heart racing in your throat.

"Hello? I know there's someone here. Just leave, and I won't call the cops."

Ghost sneers at you behind the suit. What a stupid thing for you to do and say. He considers jumping the gun, ruining the mystery by revealing himself and teaching you a lesson. Soap inadvertently stops him, setting off your security alarm.

The high pitched alarm rang out, making you wince and cover your ears. Your house phone starts ringing, you scramble to pick it up. Backing yourself up against your living room wall to stare wide eyed into the darkness.

"Knight Security. Please provide your security code." The voice on the line said. The man sounded calm, kind, certain. It somehow helped to make you focus, take a deep breath. Probably why the guy worked there.

"CL-NG-8675."

"Alright, got you. The alarms were tripped at your property. Everything alright?"

Was everything alright? Now talking to another living being, you weren't so sure. You tried to put everything you were experiencing into words but found you sounded incredibly silly... or one foot into a mental break.

"...Yeah, I'm alright."

"That's good. I'll get those sirens turned off for you and call off emergency services. Now, procedure does require me to have you walk through all possible entrances and exits in the home just to verify security. Would you mind checking the front door, love?"

Blissfully, the alarm turned off. The ear piercing sound finally gone, you let out a sigh of relief. The handsome voice on the phone asked you to check the front door, so you did. Confirmed it was locked and secure, just as you left it before bed.

He had you do the same with your garage door, the side door to the yard, and the back door.

"Perfect. You did a great job. Best customer of the night, if I may say," You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Why, thank you. You may," You quipped back, smiling to yourself in the darkness of the living room.

The man on the phone sounded like he was going to say goodbye, but he paused and made a small sound. "Oh! Before I let you go, I have one more question I have to add to the report."

"Of course, anything," You say, eager to please now that your heart had stopped racing.

"Are you alone in the home?"

Your response was immediate. "Yes."

The line went silent for a few beats. "...Are you sure?"

You could still hear the smile in his voice, but these words were spoken softly, dangerously.

"...What?"

"Turn around."

[an-aura-about-you]

so MY day blew absolute chunks!

under the cut for sickness both human and animal, vomit mention, family trouble, a near accident, and general unpleasantness.

-started the day kinda lazy and late since I was sick Sunday and part of Monday. ended up starting it so late that by the time I fed the cat he wolfed it down too fast and vomited it back up. :( so that was a thing I had to clean up before leaving.

-got a message from my sibling that our mother is Losing Her Goddamn Mind. what's going on is she's started drinking again, and this is apparently the final straw for Dad, who has decided a separation is in order for him to establish proper boundaries. so he and my sibbie are moving out into an apartment. so our mother swung right into angry and controlling and straight up said my sibling was "trying to steal her husband." a quick bullet list on that:

What??

Ewwwww!

NO!

WHAT??????????????

anyway, I told my sibbie they could use my spare keys to stay at my place if they like while I'm out at the office.

-leave for work with the bare minimum of what I need for the day to be okay: my laptop, lanyard, phone, headphones, cane, and half a bottle of Gatorade. I don't bring a lunch, a reusable cup, any of my herbal teas I use to make flavored water, and my money situation is so tight that buying lunch means it's going on the credit card. but at this point I'm like, "fuck it, I'll buy lunch."

-one bit of luck: at the lunch kiosk they're selling chicken gumbo, so I get a cup of that and it's not too pricey AND it tasted good. also earlier I overheard the lady who works there talkin' nice about me behind my back after I came in and wished the crew there good morning. (I pass the lunch kiosk on the way to the elevators.)

-the site to clock in and out was malfunctioning for me most of today. I had to send an email for FOUR missing punches, the most I've ever had to deal with. at least I can back up my presence with the group chat, my badging in and out of the office, and witnesses.

-I got some texts from the social committee, which was fine that they got to do the Valentine's Day treat bags for all our neighbors, but I was sad that I was too sick on Sunday and working yesterday and today, so I couldn't help put them together or pass them out. :( (I did get mine when I got home and it was very cute!)

-lunch time rolls around, so I go out to a nice coffee shop and get some tea. there was construction on my way, so I try looking into an alternate path back to the office. once I realized that path would take longer than going through the construction again, I turn around and on my way back I NEARLY GOT HIT BY A CAR TURNING LEFT INTO THE ROAD???? AND THEY HAD THE NERVE TO HONK AT ME LIKE I WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE THERE WHEN THEY WERE THE ONE TURNING?????????

-I get some extra work tonight because even though I'm not doing my day team's banks this week, I'm learning how to hand them out AND a night team coworker had some connection issues so I had to do two of her banks.

-I also found out that the coworker who does the day team banks this week will be out tomorrow, so I WILL have to do the day team banks then.

-all after my last break, I heard my bothersome coworker talk on and on about her conservative politics, cooking info that I know from my Le Cordon Bleu background doesn't work with the science, and medical misinformation that will likely get her killed. this is the same person who has a "strongly held religious belief against wearing masks" and "believes parasites cause cancer." her latest take is that sugar causes all ills. arthritis? sugar. dementia? sugar. glaucoma? sugar. like, what????? is any of this actually proven? by a reputable source?

-when I got home I found that the cat coughed up a hairball on my comforter. :(

[shycolorstudent]

Being Gojo Satoru's best friend

Being Gojo Satoru's best friend, fluff, a bit of angst. Gender-neutral/they, them pronouns are used. Correct me for any slip-ups I’m trying to write to include everyone.

This is in an AU where Kento Namani is married. I have headcanons about it. I want to build off of the AU that I created. Also, this Y/N is ACE.

-Being the world's most annoying man's best friend would be matching his energy. You're probably worse in the sarcastic department that only Gojo can tell if you're being sarcstic.

-You and Gojo love to mess around with Namani and his partner. Namani's partner doesn't mind and likes to hang out with you. You are one of the few sorcerers that doesn’t care that they are a non-sorcerer Namani found love, and thats all that matters; you thought the man would die alone with a bottle next to him.

- You and Gojo never talk about Geto. They always bumped heads, and when Geto left, he asked you to go with him.

“Come with me, Y/N.” Geto reached out a hand. You starred at it as if it was a bear trap. “I can't leave him.” Geto sighed and took his hand back. “of course, what was I thinking. It was never the three of us. It was always you and Satoru. He can survive without you know.” “I know; say goodbye to him before you leave. You two have a strong bound.” He just walked away and never looked back.

-Gojo is always busy. It’s a known fact, and sometimes he tricks you into taking over his students and teaching them something. You wouldn’t mind usually, but it was the fact that he tricked you is what pissed you off. Gojo makes time for his best friend at the end of the day. Via brings you to take out or your favorite drink.

“Do you think that mochi would make up for the fact you give your students and me your mission!” You hissed and took the box out of his hands and locked the door. “Y/N let me innnnn I’m sorry.” Gojo cried out, “You live here! Get your key.” You said as you enjoyed the fresh-made Mochi “, I dropped it, hehe.” “Guess who’s sleeping outside!” You hissed, still mad that he gave you grub work and babysitting. “I have your favorite movie.”

-Gojo sleeps around, and you couldn’t care less with who as long It’s not in the apartment during your home. Another thing Gojo values is your friendship, and if a girl doesn't like you, thennnnn…

“Bye, Gojo. I should be back at around five. Oh, and in case he didn’t tell you, there are dinks in the fridge, and you are welcome to have anything in there. And I’m out.” You said, however, your clingy roommate stopped you. “Wait, who’s the person?” Gojo said, thinking you were going out on a date, “I’m going out with Namani's spouse.” He finally lets you go after some back and forth. He finally lets you go, but you already have a few minutes late and missed the bus. “I swear to god when I come back home, your dead!” He just laughs, “you love me!” Gojo laughs out and goes back to hugging his recent fling “can you stop saying that you love them.” she scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Excuse me, what?” Gojo asked with a blank face. “They like you back. And they are so annoying, always trying to get in our way. They could have left without saying anything. “Get out…” Gojo said softly. “What?” Gojo stood up with his hands into a fist. “I said get out! If you don’t respect my best friend, then you don’t respect me at all! Get out!” She got up and started to yell back, “I know you repeated time and time that she has no romantic or sexual attraction to you, but I think that sexuality is fake!” She hissed, then Gojo opend the door to let her out. “Their sexuality is valid. They are vaild. Now get out!”

-Random movie nights are the best nights. It’s just like your kids once again, no training, no stress, just a movie and commentary.

“You idiot, don’t go in… and he went inside.” You said, upset that your favorite charter just died, “thats somthing you would do, though.” Gojo remarked. “I would never let a zombi kill me like that.” “Yes, you would.” and this discussion would go on and on until one of you fell asleep.

-Now, what frustrates you the most is the fact you can never be as strong as him. One time you nearly trained for 48 hours, and Gojo was pretty pissed at you. He returned from a mission and saw you shaking, and your punches started to slow down.

Gojo asked Namani, “How long have they been at it?” “They were still mad that they lost miserably to you,” Namani said with a hint of guilt. “And why didn’t you stop them?” Gojo questioned, “I tried, but they ended up giving me a black eye on accident.” He pointed to his left eye. “Bet that was fun to explain to your spouse,” Gojo responded and saw you collapse and ran to your aid.

He didn’t scold you. He just cared for you to the medical bay.

-Your relationship with Gojo is a long story. Let’s just say you were an outcast, and Gojo was the only one who believed in you, and you felt the need to be by his side just as friends, nothing more and nothing less. He’s like your annoying brother, and Gojo, well, he likes you for many reasons is you are a challenge for him no matter how much he beats you. Gojo knows one day you’ll surpass him.