Hunting ULTRA BEASTS Doesnt Make You COOL. It Actually Makes You An ULTRA JERK. Think About Your Actions

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thoma x gn!reader

comfort + kisses (lips) + kisses (non lips) + head pats

with heavy footsteps and an even heavier heart you make your way past the guards at the kamisato estate, trying so hard to hold back the tears threatening to spill past your eyes as you head towards thomas bedroom. the odds of him being there were slim, the sun had only now begun to set behind the ocean surrounding inazuma and he still had so much work to do. you don’t actually know if seeing him would help how you’re feeling, you didn’t want him to see you in this sorry state, even though you desperately want to be in his arms, but you do hope the lingering presence of him in his bedroom will be enough to lift the weight off your chest, even if it’s only a little.

the day seemed never ending, your body tired from not sleeping well, your work felt like it was so overbearing even though it wasn’t any more than you normally took on but today it felt like you couldn’t even do the simplest tasks and worst of all, your thoughts were the only thing to keep you company. you’re a failure, nothing will go right no matter what you do or how hard you work. crying about it isn’t going to make you feel any better because you yourself are the problem and right now you don’t even know where to begin to repair your broken spirit.

unlocking the door to his room with a key he gave you not long ago, you step inside the threshold of your safe place and take a few steps inside before your held back tears can’t be fought off anymore. your feet carry you to the edge of the bed and you blop down, holding your head in your hands as your sobs fill the space and warm tears drip down your cheeks and arms. why were you like this? why.. why couldn’t you function or think normally? why wouldn’t your mind stop reminding you how worthless you feel?

you're too lost in your own thoughts, in the thick black cloud that surrounds and suffocates you to hear the footsteps coming down the hallway or the click of the lock. your attention is only drawn away from your hopelessness when the voice of your beloved breaks through the fog.

“there you are!”

you wish you could run away, crawl in the covers and hide away from his emerald eyes. you didn’t want thoma to see you being so pathetic and knowing he’s seeing the worst of it only makes your onslaught of tears continue. you can’t bring yourself to look at him.

“y/n.. what's wrong?” his tone, normally chipper and happy, is considerate and quiet as he makes his way towards you. he's heartbroken seeing you like this.

you can’t find the words when everything you try to say gets caught in your throat and drowned out by your sobbing. when words don’t leave you, thoma immediately fills with panic. what can he do for you? what do you need? oh archons, what if you just need to be alone?

he swallows the worry in his throat and continues, “it’s okay. you don’t need to tell me.” he lowers on one knee in front of you and wants so badly to pull your hands away from your face and wipe your tears but he doesn’t want to make it worse by forcing you to show him your crying face if you don’t want to. “would you like to be alone?” please don’t say you want to, i don’t want to leave you alone.

you hear him shuffle and worry that he really is leaving. you didn’t want him to see you like this but a part of you knew it would all be okay once you did, thoma has always mended your broken heart. why else would you come to his room of all places after a day like today?

“please don’t go,” you cry and uncover your face to reach out for him. you hadn’t expected him to be so close but you’re glad he is and when your puffy eyes meet the ones you love, swirling with love and concern right in front of you, you throw yourself in his arms.

“i won’t,” he accepts you without reservation, pulling you into his lap, one hand finding the back of your head to hold you closer into his crook of his neck and the other wraps protectively around your middle. he feels his heart break even more when you let out a partially hard sob and your body begins to shake in his arms. “it’s okay y/n.. i’m right here.”

hands clutching onto the fabric of his clothes you pull him even closer, like if you let go even a little he might disappear completely but you couldn’t bear it, all you wanted was him and his loving voice that disperses the thick black fog that once surrounded you.

“i've got you, i’m not going anywhere.”

“it’s okay, you're safe.”

“try to breathe.. good, just like that..”

once your shaking stops and your tears slow, you finally begin to tell him about your day and what brought you to tears. he listens intently to every word and worry, already trying to think of ways he can help you. with your terrible day laid out on the table and you finally feel like you’re not a total disaster, you pull away from him but his arms don’t let you go far. he’s not ready to let you go.

his lips are so warm against the top of your head and they only seem to grow in heat as they travel to your eyelids, your nose, your cheeks, your jaw. you melt under his warmth, under his touch; all of your worries becoming more and more forgotten with each kiss until your whole world becomes nothing but thoma and the love he holds for you. when he’s done with one side of your lovely features, he moves to the other side, continuing to pepper kisses to your reddened face until the last tear falls down your cheek and he wipes it away gently with his thumb.

loving eyes searching yours he asks, “feeling better?”

“always, when you're around,” you give a soft smile and he’s beyond happy to see it.

his soft chuckle vibrates against you as he keeps holding you close. “they don’t call me a fixer for nothing. i might not be able to fix the thoughts roaming around in your pretty head but i can try to replace them with better ones or help you try to figure them out.” the hand not around your middles, strong yet gentle, comes to rest atop your head, tenderly patting up and down. “you’re doing so much better than you think and when you feel like you’re not, i’m always going to be here to lean on. whatever you need, as long as it makes you happy, anything to make you smile.”

the words wrap around you, remind you that you’re going to be okay. Closing your eyes, your forehead finds solace on his and his hand moves to cradle the back of your head. “you would do that for me?”

“of course! i’d do anything for you-” you feel his breath closer against your skin and his lips brush against yours with every word. “- i love you so much.” and if his words weren’t enough to prove it, the tender love of his kiss shows you just how much you mean to him.

Shouto visiting his mom  (ㅅ´ ˘ `) (˘̩̩◡˘̩ƪ)

as a personal rule, nanami makes it a point to never make plans during the night.

not only does he find it extremely unnecessary, but he's already ran through and thin all day at his job, it shouldn't be a surprise to anyone when he says he's too tired or - for lack of better word - uninterested in going out when all he'd rather do is stay at home in his apartment.

the only exceptions he considers in this rule are a.) when it’s the jujutsu tech asking for him to return in the middle of the night, or b.) right now.

he’s had a very long day, and in long days, there’s only one thing that can provide him comfort and peace — a sandwich.

which brings him here now — in a bakery a few blocks from his apartment, at eleven in the evening, tired and hungry.

"hey nanami!"

a shudder goes down his spine.

unfortunately, he recognizes that voice all too well for him to even wonder who it might be.

and for a long second, he seriously considers just faking not having heard them, and walking out of the shop right then and there.

but gojo satoru is quicker than he is, and that means before he could take another step towards the door, the annoying white haired man is already by his side.

"i didn’t think i’d see you here!" gojo beams, throwing one of his arms around the nanami's shoulder.

"why are you—" and he pauses, "what the hell are you wearing?"

and nanami remembers just then exactly what he was wearing, and it’s another reason added to why he should literally never go out at night ever.

“is that a rock shirt?” there's strained laughter lacing gojo's voice, “since when did you listen to metallica?”

a hard picture to paint - and as nanami kento grits his teeth together - the black metallica shirt he's wearing suddenly feels a lot more uncomfortable than it actually is.

“that’s none of your business.” he tells him, keeping a firm stoicity on the hints of his voice.

and gojo narrows his eyes, putting one hand on his hip as he grins, “name one metallica song.”

“gojo.” nanami warns, and this is his personal way of asking him to shut up and just let him buy his bread in peace.

but gojo is gojo, and nanami's known him for way too long to know that he doesn't answer to reason.

so he sighs, his shoulders slightly falling, and he makes his way to the counter, sandwich in hand, and trying his best to ignore the white haired man walking with him.

"name one singer in metallica." gojo smiles, satisfied in following him around.

nanami doesn't spare him another glance, "no."

"what's your favorite metallica album?" gojo asks again, this time just for the hell of it.

nanami keeps his head up, "i don't have one."

and gojo scoffs, both his hands in his pockets as he shakes his head disappointedly, "you're sounding like a real poser, nanami."

so much for buying my bread in peace.

nanami sighs — seriously? — leave it to the universe for sending gojo his way on the one night he decided to break his rule for bread.

his shoulders fall, “gojo, what’re you even doing here?”

and honestly, nanami expected for gojo to say something along the lines of "picking up a chick" or "i put a tracking device on you so i can stalk you and see you during your worst moments".

what he didn't expect was when he said something entirely different — something much more alarming than the stalking thing — and it's that gojo satoru, probably the one person in the world that he cannot stand, is out here, in this bakery, with you.

nanami blinks, "what? who's here?"

“yeah — we just got back from jujutsu tech, and i said that we had to deal with something here too," gojo explains, shrugging, "but i really just wanted a sandwich."

“gojo.” nanami looks at him, and he’s more serious than ever now, “who is here with you?”

“nanami?”

and it's you.

now, gojo seeing nanami in his sleep clothes at eleven in the evening as he's buying a sandwich is one thing, but you ... probably seeing the exact thing - metallica shirt and all - well, that is just about a million times worse.

you stand a few steps away from the cashier, your own basket of bread and sandwiches in your hand, and you look at him like its the first time you've seen him all day.

“woah!” you beam, the smile on your face easily reaching your eyes, “you’re wearing the shirt i gave you!”

gojo clutches his stomach, the smile on his face opening with laughter, and he points, “you gave this shirt to him?”

"yeah!" you nod, and you look at nanami in acknowledgement, "for his birthday a year ago.”

gojo’s smile drops, “what? — what happened to your 'no presents' rule?”

"unbelievable," and there's a hand harshly hitting his chest as the white haired man in front of him groans in disbelief, “remember when i bought you that really expensive tie and all you did was return it.”

"i already have ties." nanami pushes him off away from his chest, rolling his eyes, “i had no use for it.”

"really?" gojo scoffs, his arms suddenly dramatically crossed over his chest, “and you have use for a metallica shirt?”

"hey!" and this time, it's your turn to shove gojo, your foot kicking him lightly as you frown, “it’s a cute shirt.”

(completely ignoring him as he yells in pain.)

“yes.” nanami looks your way, and he nods, making a quick glance at gojo, “i agree.”

gojo blinks, “you’re messing with me.”

“i’ve never seen you wear that shirt.” he scoffs, his voice falling dramatically as he looks at both you and nanami with a faux hurt expression.

gojo puts a hand on his heart, “and i’ve known you since high school, we’re best friends!”

nanami ignores gojo, instead turning to look at you with a grim expression, “no, we’re not.”

and you look back at him, “oh, i know.”

gojo fades in the background in nanami’s peripheral vision, his newly found attention now falling on you and the tired look you wore on your face, and he figures that you might’ve had a long day too.

he wants to ask if you’re okay, but nanami bites his tongue.

“but why are you wearing it?” you laugh, “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you out of your usual clothes.”

his usual clothes which were a suit and tie, and it’s just now you realize that you might’ve been under the impression that he sleeps in his work attire too.

your shoulders rise, “you ran out of laundry or something?”

“i wear this shirt all the time.” nanami answers, his face still unbothered, but he straightens out the shirt in question.

you quirk an eyebrow, and he contemplates for a second if it’s worth it to tell you that this shirt is probably the most cherished thing he owns.

it means a lot to him to have this shirt from you.

and he cracks a small smile, “for sleeping.”

clearly the entire point of Nightcore is so you can caramelldanse to any song you want.

MY TWO MOODS

Deep sea balancing act. (Done as a request of Popplio and Lumineon being friends)

a quick enno i sketched for stina i love u pls have him!!!! two backgrounds because i like both