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once bitten, twice shy

lost and found

your type?

dark red

pick you up, keep you close

i really (x6) like you

bunny kisses

the flower and the bee

(divine) dog cuddles

off limits

cockblocked by the squad

lover boy.

staring problem

pomegranate problem

conveniently yours

better late than never

you're the only one that's holding me down

takes one to know one

it's fenty

whatever this is

the birthday boy

with you, my fears disappear

hands

diamonds on the skyline

just feel it

laser focus

all my ghosts

making the last sacrifice

see you around

ducky slippers

therefore, i am

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“when i let a day go by without talking to you that day is just no good.”

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

summary: you find love when you least expect.

notes/warnings: you’ve got daddy issues (oops). takes place in 2005 but there are no spoilers. nothing too graphic or sad. i just used one scene from himym.

wc: 677+ (i’m too lazy)

being alone came naturally to you; you came to this world alone, and you would die alone. it’s a harsh reality you learned to live with. that’s why you always push others away, never letting your guard down for anyone, never letting anyone get too close. you can chalk it up to the abandonment issues you had as a child, but the simple truth is that avoiding closeness makes it easier for you when they eventually leave. 

so you’d think it wouldn't be that hard not to fall in love, but he proved that impossible. you tried to stop yourself, tried to distance yourself, but everything he did made you fall further into that rabbit hole until there was no getting out.

the first time you ever felt something was when you were having a ‘breakdown’ on the stairs leading up to the dorms.  

“hey, what are you doing?” he asked, bending forward to look at your face. your eyes widened; you thought you were alone. you thought everyone else was on a mission, and there was no one in the school. so you couldn’t care less if you were crying at a public. “oh! i’m just getting some fresh air.” your voice cracked. damn it. he’s going to find out something’s wrong. “are you…okay?” he walked up next to you, but he didn’t sit on the stairs; he waited. for what? he waited for you to say okay. for you to invite him. for you to open up to him. you nodded your head, and he took that as a sign for him to take a seat next to you.

“so…you wanna talk?” he didn’t look at you; he looked far ahead. he knew you didn’t want to be seen, especially not in the current state you were in. you never wanted to be seen as weak, and that was something he admired about you. “it’s nothing really…” if it were nothing, you wouldn’t be seated here crying. “my dad cancelled on me. he…i just haven’t seen him in a long time, and we were supposed to get dinner tonight, but uh..." you paused, your voice breaking. “he texted me just now to cancel.” you felt so vulnerable right now and in front of satoru of all people.  

“it’s silly, but you know he could have called. instead of just...” you sighed, you had to stop talking, you had to stop the tears from falling. you didn’t expect for satoru to put his hand on top of yours, but then again, he did a lot of things you didn’t expect. “that’s not silly, and if you don’t mind me saying. you’re dad is a complete idiot for not calling you. he should never let a day go by without calling you.” you turn to look at him, but he’s already looking at you when you do. “because when i let a day go by without talking to you…um that day is just no good.” he’s still holding your hand, and you’re starting to think he won’t let go until you feel better.

so you sat there and stared at each other for what felt like hours. you didn’t realize it, but somehow you both had gotten a lot closer to each other than before. you couldn’t dare look away from his mesmerizing cerulean eyes. your noses almost touching until a small droplet of water fell down on your nose, another on your head, and another and another.

it started pouring, so satoru held your hand and pulled you towards the shade, both your clothes slightly damp. you looked up at him and down at his hand, still holding yours. ‘would you have kissed me if it hadn’t rained? ’ you question. he looks down at you for a moment. you didn’t know, but his mind was asking a similar question. ‘would you have let me?’ none of the questions were answered, though one thing was certain.

satoru had gotten under your skin.

not in an annoying kind of way. but in the kind of way that made you see him in a different light.

a/n: hi. this is my first time posting on here. i just miss writing and i have been feeling inspired lately (meaning: gojo has taken over my life). anyway, i’ll most probably post a part 2 since this is incomplete.

Ll asking one of the studs to do a Calvin klein photoshoot with her

VERY TIMELY CAUSE THEY WERE ALREADY DOING A PHOTOSHOOT LIKE THIS IN A DISTANT DREAM

tw: allusions to smut, exes!

"are you guys like friends or..." the magazine journalist asks with an elaborate wave of her hands, gesturing to the two of you as you sat side by side.

you and jenson just finished an intimate photo shoot for an underwear brand. while the motions seemed normal to the both of you, the touches and the heated glances seemed foreign to the the professional team.

and while they were used to such displays of affection, there seemed to be an unspoken tension between the two of you that ovewhelmed many of the staff.

you were too explosive and atttractive together.

"no." jenson answers, amused. he doesn't think he could ever be friends with you. not when he'd already kissed and touched every part of your skin. or had you writhing his name on a wanton chant. he couldn't settle as a simple friend. the term was far too weak for all his emotions.

you caught eachother's eye briefly, and jenson chuckles at your red cheeks.

"but you seem so—" the journalist tuts as she tries to find a suitable word, "close."

eye fucking must be the term, but it sounded salacious to be translated verbally, let alone written down in a publication.

"we're acquaintances." you answer. "we've known eachother for some time now.."

... and the long time included occasions where you had your legs wrapped around his waist and he gets terribly acquainted with the spot that makes you scream.

"oh, i see." she writes down something on her notes. "and how well do you know eachother?"

jenson pauses, looking at you for some guidance. you raised your eyebrows.

... he knows you're close when your breath stutters and his name falls from your lips in a breathy chant, broken sobs and whimpers escaping your lips in a pleasured whine.

"very well. she's always been a wonderful girl." jenson answers, though his eyes never left you, realizing one thing:

he missed playing this game of cat and mouse with you.

They are a set, do not separate

I really wanted to draw Max and Charles in the same style, because they are both great and brilliant drivers with heavy expectations/names on their shoulders and have been rivals since their kart days, but maintaining them different ( Max blends with the black background vs Charles standing out). Anyway sorry for the rant

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he’s just a little guy

Max giving a thumbs up to Charles only to end up spinning in the next corner, Bahrain 2019

Charles gives a thumbs up too in answer 🥹

Max's spin in a different angle: