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Its always about gojo being clingy, but what if reader will be clingy and we will pepper him with love♡

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I really like this idea. I'm kinda mad I didn't come up with it tbh lol.

CW: fluff, a little angst, spoilers for the first half for season two, female reader, trust issues, betrayal, cuteness

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Gojo x Clingy Reader

Gojo Satoru hadn't realized how much he needed, how much he craved to be loved, until he met you.

Before he met you, he had been fine with physical and emotional contact, sure, but it wasn't like something that he enjoyed and sought out.

The first time he met you was in high school.

Instantly, he had noticed how beautiful you were. Even then he had admired how you freely doled out affection, and always wanted to be around those you loved.

Not only that, he always felt a little envious of those you freely gave out love to, like your partner at the time, or Shoko, your best friend. Although, he was so dense back then even he didn't realize he was jealous.

While he always appreciated and savored the hugs and high fives you gave him, he didn't realize that he wanted more until much later in life.

After Suguru left, everyone in your small group of friends became a little more distant, and drifted apart as the years went by after you graduated high school.

Then you re entered his life, as beautiful as you had been, if not more. But your signature signs of affection, and open and loving personality was subdued, the pain of Suguru's betrayal causing you to withdraw into yourself.

This was the first moment that Gojo realized how much he missed you. The you that once burned so brightly with warmth and care, not the version of you that stood before him now with prominent eye bags, a forced smile, and barely an ember of what you used to have.

From that moment forward, it became his personal mission to help you heal. To become comfortable with loving and trusting the way you used to be.

It took time and a lot of effort, but after jokes, reminiscing about high school, getting coffee, being there for you on the hard days, holding you when you cry, and constantly reassuring you that he wasn't going anywhere, you began to open up again.

And somewhere along the way, he realized two things.

One, by helping you with your anxieties and guilt and hurt over Suguru, he had begun to heal a wound he didn't even know he still had.

Two, he had fallen completely and hopelessly in love with you.

For the first time since Suguru had left, your smiles reached your eyes, genuine and sweet. You began showing affection again, leaning your head on Shoko's shoulder, patting the students on the shoulder or high-fiving them, returning Gojo's hugs after the two of you spent hours talking about all of your good memories from high school.

After a lot of thought, and late night rants to Shoko, he asks you out.

You agree happily, telling him that if he had waited any longer, you would've just asked him out to get it over with.

And once you started dating, hoo boy, if he thought you were affectionate and clingy beforehand, he had another thing coming.

He comes home from a mission?

You're waiting with his favorite dinner and all the baked goods his sweet tooth could desire.

You insist on feeding him as you sit on his lap, informing him that it was your job as his girlfriend to take care of him.

Afterwards, taking a bubble bath with him, washing his hair, massaging his scalp is a must.

Then you wrap yourself around him and order him to cuddle you for hours on end.

And if he thinks he is going to get away with leaving your side for even a second over the course of the next couple days, he's wrong.

Part of it is you needing reassurance that he isn't going anywhere. The other part of it is just your nature. You need to take care of the people you love, to cuddle them, cook for them, hold them, love them. It's just how you are.

If it was anyone else, Gojo would probably find it annoying and overbearing, doubting their intentions, or just flat out disliking it. But if it's coming from you, well that's a different story.

If it's coming from you, there is nothing he wants more than for you to love him, because your outgoing and affectionate personality was part of the reason he fell in love with you in the first place.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Note: This is a little shorter than my normal fics, sorry. I really loved this idea and couldn't wait to write it, so I started it before remembering that I'm swamped with schoolwork. I'm so sorry, I hope that I did it justice even though it was a little rushed. Feel free to send in any more requests you might have!

See You Again (Megumi x Reader)

Part one of the you die in Shibuya mini-series

Note: Sorry this is short guys. Also, I'm so sorry for the angst you are about to endure...don't say I didn't warn you.

CW: Blood, death, implied suicidal ideation, insanity i guess, injury, angst

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Megumi had been staggering away from his perplexing battle against Toji when you found him. You panicked, frantically examining his stab wound and trying to stop the bleeding. He stopped you, assuring you that he would be fine. He just needed to get to Shoko.

Agreeing, you changed the target of your determination, pulling his arm over your shoulders and helping him stagger off. Resting his head in the crook of your neck, he relished your scent and the moment of relative peace he was able to enjoy after this hectic and distressing night.

It happened in a blur.

A red-hot line of pain splitting his back open.

Collapsing to the ground.

Your frantic screaming at him.

A figure descending on him, poised to slit his throat with a sword.

You throwing yourself on top of him.

The blood.

God there was so much of it covering him.

Your dull and lifeless eyes.

Lifeless.

He couldn’t wrap his mind around it.

Scooping your body up, he was able to drag the two of you across the street on pure adrenaline before collapsing. 

Resting his cheek on the pavement as the blood seeped out of him, he met your eyes. Your eyes that once had held so much light and love and laughter. Dull. Blank. Empty.

Gently, ever so gently, he closed your eyes and kissed your cooling lips for the last time.

Rage filled him, filling him with enough energy to stand as his last strand of sanity snapped.

Locking eyes with the blond man approaching him he let out a maniacal laugh.

Interlocking his fingers he spoke.

“With this treasure I summon: Eight Handled Sword Divergent Sila. Divine General Mahoraga.”

Then he tilts his head back with a crazed grin.

“I’ll be the first to pass on. Good luck.”

The blow was so quick he hardly had time to register it before he hit a wall so hard he could feel his skull fracturing.

Oh well. He could care less. The bastard that murdered you was going to get what was coming for him.

And he was going to see you again.

Closing his eyes he slumped over.

Yes. He didn’t care what happened to the rest of the world. It could burn for all he cared. As far as he was concerned, all beauty, joy, and hope had left it at the same time you had.

Nothing mattered.

As long as he got to see you again.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

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