Gojo Satoru Is A Good Boyfriend - Tumblr Posts
Hi there! I love your gojo x reader stories so much! And I saw a post that your requests are opened or I assume. After the jjk leaks I've been having gojo brain rot and I was wondering if you could possibly make this idea into a story?
My idea was that the fem reader is absolutely TERRIFIED of thunderstorms after fighting a special grade spirit who used lighting and thunder. She has PTSD and is receiving help to get over the fear but it's so bad that she hides under tables, beds and in closets as she sobs. I think it would be a cute augst/comfort/fluff idea of having gojo hearing her yelling after a loud thunder only to find her room 'empty' but she is hiding in the closet or under the bed sheets trembling and silently sobbing. And he of course does what he do best and be a good boyfi and conforts his little cry baby!
If you don't wish to do this I completely understand! Keep up the good work! ❣️🫰
omg thank you so much! also, this idea is amazing! i love it so much!
Shelter From the Storm (Gojo x Astraphobic Reader)
CW: PTSD, mentions of death, mentions of therapy, phobias, panic attacks, fluff, gojo satoru is a good boyfriend
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Stepping into your shared apartment, Gojo waited expectantly for you to come and greet him with his kiss. Instead a dark apartment welcomed him as rain pattered against the windows.
"Babe?"
He called out, kicking off his shoes and entering.
"Where are you?"
He saw your shoes, bag, and uniform jacket when he came in so he knows you're home. The question is where.
As he turned and began walking down the hallway to your shared bedroom, there was a blinding flash of lightning, and a deafening clap of thunder that seemed to shake the small apartment.
But that wasn't what caught his attention.
No, what caught his attention was the muffled shriek of terror that accompanied the thunder.
Bursting into the bedroom, he scanned it, prepared for the worst.
But the room was empty.
That's strange, he could've sworn he heard you scream...
Another loud clap of thunder split the air.
A high pitched whimper emanated from beneath the bed.
Concerned, Gojo walked over to the edge of the bed, and crouched down, peering underneath it.
"Sweetheart? You down there?"
"'T-Toru?"
You stammer out, voice shaking.
"Yeah baby, it's me. Are you okay? What are you doing down there?"
He can see your shaking form, curled up in a ball under the bed and his heart aches.
"C'mon baby. Let's get you out from under there."
Reaching under the bed, he tried to pull you out but you curled in on yourself more, refusing to leave your sanctuary.
Sighing, he pulled his hand back.
"What's going on? What are you afraid of? What can I do to help? C'mon baby talk to me."
"Th-thunder."
Your voice is hoarse from screaming, and Gojo feels a pang of guilt for not being home earlier.
"You're afraid of the thunder?"
"Mhm."
You mumble, before jumping and yelping as there is another loud boom.
"Hey, hey hey hey,"
He soothes, scooching closer to the edge of the bed. He contemplates the narrow gap before deciding to go for it.
Unfortunately, your giant boyfriend could not wedge himself under the bed with you.
Annoyed, but not discouraged, he came up with the next best option.
"Stay here sweetheart, I'll be right back, okay?"
You give him a tiny nod, and that's all the confirmation he needs before sprinting around the apartment gathering all the pillows, blankets and stuffed animals he could find. For good measure he also found a couple flashlights, a pair of headphones, a few of your favorite snacks, and a huge weighted blanket you usually reserve for camping.
Rushing back into the bedroom, he dumped everything onto a pile next to the bed and got to work.
A couple short minutes later, your boyfriend has successfully constructed a blanket fort right next to the bed so you can crawl out from under it and straight into the fort without having to expose yourself.
Your boyfriend had outdone himself. It was a huge blanket fort, high enough for both of you to be able to sit up in, and wide enough for the two of you to curl up with plenty of space.
Squeezing in after you, Gojo set the snacks in the corner and turned on the flashlights after double checking that the weighted blanket stopped any flashes of lightning from entering your little abode.
Satisfied that it was sufficient, he turned his attention on you.
You were a wreck, still in your uniform pants and undershirt, with mascara running down your cheeks.
"Hey baby."
He said gently, opening his arms.
"Let me take care of you, please."
You nod against his chest.
He pulls back, making sure to keep an arm around you at all times, and starts making a mental priority list.
By the time he's done fussing over you, he's removed all your makeup, helped you into your favorite pajamas, set up the headphones with loud, comforting music, fed you a couple snacks, and is cuddling you.
Needless to say, you were still a little tense, but you fell asleep rather quickly in the safety of your boyfriend's arms.
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After you had fully calmed down the next morning, you sat down with your boyfriend feeling that you owed him an explanation.
He reassured you that you didn't, but you wanted to tell him, especially after how sweet and careful he was with you last night.
So over your cups of coffee, you tell him all about the special grade that used a cursed lightning technique appeared out of nowhere when you were in junior high. About how your older brother, who had been attending Tokyo Jujutsu High at the time tried to defend you.
Tears begin to stream down your face, grief and guilt still plaguing you all these years later. Moving around the table and wrapping you in his arms, Gojo gives you the time you need.
Continuing, you tell him about how help arrived, but it had been too late. About how they had to pry you off your brother's charred body, the residual smell of ozone filling the air. About the years of trauma and PTSD flashbacks that followed any bright flashes of light or loud noises.
You explain the consequential years of therapy that allowed you to watch fireworks again, and helped you to work through (some of) the guilt.
And finally, you give him your therapist's phone number, explaining that you still meet with them once a week, and that if you ever get too out of control during a storm you can call them and they should be able to talk you down from your panic attack.
Needless to say, your boyfriend was completely understanding. He spent the rest of the day reassuring you that he didn't love you any less because of it, and that he was going to stay by your side.
Later he researches PTSD and panic attacks, trying to learn more about them so that he knows what to to.
He reaches out to your therapist, and asks for advice, because his heart breaks when he thinks about what you went through, and wants your therapist to know that there is nothing he wouldn't do for you.
Finally, he sets up storm notifications on his phone, so the instant there is even the slightest chance of a storm he can drop everything and be by your side.
And it quickly becomes a tradition to build a blanket fort every time there is a storm. Even once you begin to overcome astraphobia, Satoru refuses to stop, needing you to know that he will always be there, your own personal shelter from the storm.
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Thanks for requesting!! I had so much fun writing this! If anyone has any other requests send them in! Also feel free to invade my ask box. I don't mind. Anyways, I hope this was what you were looking for!