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spookcy · 2 years
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the bluffs 🌾🎣
Lot Info:
Placed on “The Bluffs” in Windenburg
Lot Type: Generic
Lot Traits: Bracing Breezes, Island Spirits, Convivial (Spooky, Wild Foxes)
Lot Size: 30 x 30
Extra Info:
No CC
You can also download through the gallery at ID: spookcy
Place using bb.moveobjects on
Tray Files: HERE (google drive) HERE (sfs)
(To add to your game, download the files, unzip them, then add to your tray folder)
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swallowtailed · 3 months
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give way to open sky.
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hidewaku · 6 months
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横浜 山手イタリア山庭園 ブラフ18番館 大工仕事 好きな空間
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rorynameless · 2 months
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И жили они долго и счастливо...
Свадебная площадка на Утесах для @maxispremades.
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Итак. Дано:
Тип участка: Базовое. Утесы. Свадебная площадка.
Место: Винденбург. Утесы.
Дополнения: Веселимся вместе, Свадебные истории, Романтический сад, Личный замок + 1 предмет из Времен года.
Примечание: Сохранить функционал Утесов, чтобы после свадьбы и следа бракосочетания не осталось.😁
Ориентируясь на свадьбу "Нежной Фиалки" и "Крутого Перца".
Включай песенку и любуйся! 😉🌷
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Не удержалась, и сделала скрины после заката. Зря я что ли так старательно свечи везде расставляла?
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Памятуя, что ты любишь, чтобы были "свадебные подарки", я нарушила свою же установку на 4 допа и положила коробочки))) (отсюда и "Времена года")
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Пусть тебя не смущает обозначенное наличие модов. На самом деле их там нет, просто игра почему то решила, что есть. Кто мы такие, чтобы с ней спорить?
Вид сверху (странно было бы назвать это "планом эвакуации") Как видишь, правую часть участка я оставила без изменений.
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Не забудь ввести код разработчика bb.moveobjects, а то всё поломается к чертям собачьим!
Скачать: SFS.
В последствии можешь просто удалить молоточком все свадебные приблуды и утесы снова обретут (почти) первозданный вид. Или можешь скачать второй файлик, где я уже всё аккуратно удалила Сохранив только элементы ландшафта.
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Вот как примерно всё это будет выглядеть вне церемонии:
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Платформу лучше не трогать, потому что под ней у меня жуткие скачки ландшафта... Я не очень умею подгонять всякие горки-пригорки... потому пусть всё стоит как есть! Я даже лесенку вписала!))) Только умоляю, ничего не двигай, а то обратно не поставишь потом!😅
Скачать голые утёсы: SFS.
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bardinthezone · 11 months
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I am... disappointed with the latest episode. It felt like the last episode had a very clear set up, it ended with Lubelle taking over the damn radio station, and then.... nothing? No real acknowledgement of how that got resolved? I was certain we were going to start with Lubelle, that they were going to do something really clever with the format, maybe start with an "explained" Cecil. But nope. Just business as usual. And Tamika becoming a bit of a wet blanket, the hefty shift away from a tactic that definitely worked in night vale's recent history. No Carlos other than "oUGhHHHHhHHhh my husband's a scientist, cmon guys don't ban science," and all this constant referencing to old plot points that I'm worried won't go anywhere!
This latest episode was unsatisfying because it seemed clear where the story would go and they veered completely into left field. And to be honest I'm less excited for later episodes now because they've shown they're willing to take the story in directions that don't really make for a great cohesive narrative? They set the stakes so high and then said "that doesn't matter" so now I don't feel invested with any of these new, lower stakes (because I'm sorry but "the character we've gotten no time with recently can't legally do science anymore" is no where near as compelling as "the voice of night vale has been kidnapped/explained and the whole show is in jeopardy").
Cluttered. This episode felt cluttered. It felt like they were trying to dangle a dozen different potential plot threads in front of us and as a result none of them really stuck the landing.
Except the extra hour in the ball pit
Fucking golden joke, A+
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raiswanson · 3 months
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I come bearing more of the story I said I wouldnt work on and then did lol. so!! I wrote a few portions of this WIP entirely out of order and the first piece I shared technically comes after this one, but shhh I like this part so out of order excerpts are what we get
our narrator finds a. friend(??). :)
Previous snip shared [here]! Next one [here]!
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The view was remarkable—almost worth the climb. Red and yellows spread as far as the eye could see, but when truly taken in I found pockets of green life dotting the landscape. The canyon seemed to go on forever, sprawling and winding, with only the peak of the mountains cresting in the far distance to remind me the rest of the world remained.
Despite being so open to the elements, the air in the roost was still, and I tore my gaze from the canyon to look around. More people knelt along the walls of the room in the same robes as the old man, of varying ages and appearances. Braziers lined those same walls, casting waves of heat that made the air above them waver and dance. And at the far end of the room, on the ledge overlooking the canyon, a raised platform lay in front of a large enclosure.
I peered at the platform curiously, wondering what it was for. Squinting, I opened my mouth to ask the old man what came next, and noticed everyone in the room had averted their eyes at the same time that I saw.
I froze in place, my breath ice in my lungs. Amber eyes shone behind the black gossamer curtains of the enclosure, burning so fiercely it was a wonder the curtains didn’t ignite. The enormous shape behind it was impossible to identify, but was clearly something alive, and I gulped dryly. Despite the openness of the space I felt suddenly crowded, pressure crushing down on me from all sides. Though the enclosure was still some distance away it was as though the presence within stood directly above me, flooding my every scrap of being with sheer power.
This was real. I was here.
I stood before a god.
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Decided to take part in Tumblr's build your beast thing.
So meet Kevin. He is a blight on the world. His little hands are used for evil. Normally seen with blood somewhere on his person.
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maxispremades · 3 months
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Свадьбу решили проводить в жаркий летний день у бассейна возле Древних Утесов🌊☀️👩‍❤‍👨
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mouseandboo · 4 months
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Postcrossing US-9909227
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Postcrossing US-9909227 by Gail Anderson Via Flickr: Vintage postcard with a photo of Council Bluffs, Iowa. Sent to a Postcrossing member in the United States.
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bittersweetkari01 · 11 months
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Tenpines Bluff Build
Full Build Tour on my YouTube Page: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCnM3pJzmAHUExYXq0Xtr6fQ
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ride-a-dromedary · 1 year
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To this day, there is nothing that makes me feel like The Phantom of the Opera 1990 Mini Series makes me feel - nothing even comes close.
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scraph · 7 months
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i just got home so my thoughts are scattered but theres really something to be said about how elena is both terrified of yet doesnt give a shit about klaus. he spent months torturing her mentally, she's already died, so in that way....theres nothing else he can do to hurt her. except killing the ones she cares about. which she knows he can and will do. he almost killed them all in one night. even if she were to have nightmares about him, i really dont think the suffering would be hers.
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i-am-nickelbolt · 7 months
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FNM: Wilds of Eldraine, draft #1
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First FNM in a year!
One of the people in my pod said that it was a "murderer's row," so I was kind of excited to see what would happen. I felt pretty good in my seat, but blue was wide open. I don't really know how I should have gotten into UR or UB though, it didn't seem like the right B or R cards were going around.
I went 2-0 split in the finals, but lost when we played it out. My deck got some awkward draws and his deck was bomby, but I think I was a favorite to win if we played n games.
I do want to talk about one game, I bluffed my opponent out of the building. I was basically 100% to lose the game. I made an attack with Monstrous Rage on an unblocked creature which left me dead on board, but I had mana up and a card in hand (a swamp). My opponent tanked, counted up lethal damage, then sussed out that I must have a removal spell and if I did he would be dead on the crackback. So this flustered him into a bad attack and lost on the crackback to my menace creatures anyway. He could have killed me, or he basically couldn't lose if he no-attacked.
This set is sweet. The aggressive decks seem really good, but I think this set has the tools to even out. I think there's a lot of "Oh this set is unplayable because it's bomby" and "Oh this set is unplayable because it's all about tempo" before people even know how to draft the set. If LSV says Prophetic Prism is his most drafted card, I'm ready to love Wilds of Eldraine.
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weedexchange · 1 year
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watching pond building videos to protect my peace while i hangout in the bathroom for an hour and a half chugging water before i have to work at 6am
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grimbeak · 1 year
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hjey this is fun and fine and wonderful and dandy. my dad updated the computer and most of my stuff is fine like all my writing and shit. thats good. thats nice. all my fucking minecraft worlds are gone. 
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ohimsummer · 3 months
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DARK RED ft. BULLY!SATOSUGU
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— minors dni, angst w/comfort, mostly bully!satoru x reader, ft. bully! suguru, one implication of male masturbation, some fluff, also one (1) kiss
summary; bully! satoru manages to seriously upset you, and now he’s scrambling to give you a genuine apology
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"I thought love was supposed to be easy."
Geto pauses mid-sip. "Oh, is that what you're calling this?"
Satoru leans further into his hand. His cheek smushes against his palm, muffling his grumbles. "Duh. What else would it be?"
"You being a dumbass."
Gleaming, white hair sways over Satoru's forehead, brushes his skin. "She wasn't supposed to react like that." You don't usually react like that, he thinks.
He toys with you all the time. The constant teasing and insults towards you is a regular occurrence, as much as you seem to hate it, but you always end up angrily leaving Gojo in the dust, and then the cycle repeats the next day. Only it was different last time; they’re your usual cries and shouts, but it’s a different type of outburst. Real tears in your eyes, your choked words of 'you suck!' and 'why can't you ever take anything seriously for once?' piercing through Gojo's heart and leaving a still-bleeding wound. They don't have your usual, pissed-off bite to them, but instead sound miserable. Heartbroken and disappointed, like the victim of a betrayal. Your expression shriveled any incoming words up in Satoru's throat, leaving him wide-eyed and dumbfounded as he watched you messily wipe away flowing tears and shove past him. That was last Wednesday, and he hasn't seen you since, not a glimpse or even a whiff of you on campus. It's like you never attended this college to begin with.
Satoru looks at his text messages with you, the last one being a dismal 'princess?' that you hadn't even read. He'd thought about threatening to leak one of the many sex tapes he had of you in his phone, but usually those coercions were bluffs, as Gojo nor Geto would dare leak their precious videos of you like that to anyone else. Besides, somehow forcing you into showing yourself made Satoru's stomach queasy. Like he'd vomit up his own heart.
"There."
He looks up at the sound of Geto's voice, following his pointed finger to the drink machine in the cafeteria. After loitering around for 2 hours, you'd finally shown up, alone and looking a little worse for wear. Even from a distance, Satoru can spot the dark circles under your eyes.
You stand idly in line, awaiting your turn to fill your cup. Eyes flitting from person to person, looking out for a fray of white strands or dark hair. It's hard to discern when the cafeteria is so busy at this hour, though you're not too concerned. Gojo and Geto don't usually frequent the cafe, not unless they're here to cause trouble. And you've been avoiding Satoru for about a week now with no complaints from either of them, so you're hoping you can get in and out without being spotted.
It’s an easy walk out of the cafeteria building, and you’re on your way back to your dorm when a familiar nickname stops you in your tracks. "Hey, princess!"
Fight or flight kicks in, and unfortunately your feet cement to the ground. His presence grows stronger as he draws near, until you can sense Gojo right behind you.
"Been avoiding me, Y/N?"
It feels off. He never really calls you by your actual name. "Why do you care?"
A few seconds of silence pass. Then, "Guess I missed my pretty girl is all."
Your heart aches for a second, before you scoff. "Sure you did. What, it's not the same making some other girl cry?"
Gojo doesn't answer, and you finally force your legs to pick up, heaving yourself towards your destination.
"Sorry."
Aaand, they're stuck again. Blinking, your head eases to the side, catching sight of Gojo in the corner of your vision. He looks awkward, staring at you with hands in his pockets and scuffing the ground as he kicks at the concrete. A knot forms in your stomach, hearing him utter an apology without his usual sarcasm or malice. It almost makes you want to talk things over, until the pain of your previous encounter comes flooding back, and you leave him standing there by himself. Rejected.
Day turns to darkness, and Satoru is stuck with another night of humping his fist like a desperate virgin. Suguru’s out, no telling where, leaving him alone with regretful thoughts to torment him. The next day passes. Then two. Then three. Satoru feels like he's going insane, and it's not just because he misses fucking you on the daily. He never realized just how much of a constant you were in his life until suddenly you weren't. Fuck. He groans into his pillow.
"Maybe give her a non-half-baked apology, like a normal person.," Geto complains. "And stop making so much noise, you're distracting."
"Fuck off."
"Fine, she can stay mad at you forever for all I care. You're the one who can't get in her pussy, not me."
Satoru jolts up, jaw falling slack as he glares at who was supposed to be his best friend. "Wha–, you're still fucking her? I just saw her for the first time again like three days ago!"
A smile stretches across Geto’s face. "Do you think our darling is stupid? Why would I get punished for your wrong-doings, she knows I’d fuck her up for that. "
Gojo flops face-down back onto the bed. "Not fair. We should be suffering together."
"Hell no, this is a personal problem between you and Y/N."
He groans again, legs kicking in the air. "Suguruuu, what do I do?"
"...Give her a genuine apology? I coulda sworn I just said that.”
"I already said sorry!"
"Genuine, I said. Not lazy. Give her something she likes."
Satoru turns slightly, brows furrowed. "What, like flowers? I don't know her favorites."
"Sunflowers."
Gojo pauses, directing a curious stink-eye towards Suguru. "And how do you know that?"
"Because I asked?"
Satoru rests a cheek against his arm, thoughts wandering off as he thinks of all the things he knows about you. Small things he's noticed. Like how you wear necklaces more often than any other jewelry, what certain colors catch your eye, things you've mentioned in passing when arguing with him. And now he does remember offering you a random weed he plucked from the ground as a joke, and you muttering 'what the fuck? for future reference, i like sunflowers’ before walking away from him.
"Suguru!," the mentioned man jolts at the sudden bellow of his name. "I'm making Y/N a bouquet!"
"Right." Geto rolls his eyes. "Do you even know how to do that?"
"Do you?"
"Not really–“
"Excellent, cancel your plans tomorrow, we're going out to get flowers!"
Suguru sighs. "Fine."
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Both men, well Satoru, and a very grumpy Suguru after being shaken to consciousness, get up bright and early the next Saturday morning in search of a florist.
"Are these vibrant enough, ya think?" Satoru questions Geto, rubbing a hand over his own chin in contemplation. These flowers needed to be perfect, he wanted only the best for his ba–, you.
"These for someone special?," the lady behind the booth inquires. She smiles politely as she admires the golden petals. "A girlfriend, or wife, perhaps?"
"Uh–“
"Wife.," Satoru cuts Geto off. "So yes, very special, indeed."
He narrows his eyes at Suguru, who poorly muffles a chuckle behind his hand. "What?"
"Nothing. Didn't know you were married, is all."
Satoru shrugs, turning to examine the sunflowers again. "Hmph. That just shows you know nothing about me."
“I know you’re a jackass.”
“Anyway,” Gojo brushes him off. “I think these look terrific, perfect for my girl. I’ll take them all!”
Silence passes. The florist’s lids flutter in astonishment. “All of them?”
“Yep! This bouquet needs to be huge!”
Suguru places a hand on his shoulder. “I think that’s enough for several bouquets.”
Gojo’s grin widens. “Even better! Give ‘em to me.”
The looks both men get as they walk the streets with giant armfuls of sunflowers are…peculiar, but Satoru is too busy firing off his own praises on how he’s going to give you the best apology of your life to notice.
“I’m gonna make her cry!,” he beams, pauses, before adding, “Happy tears this time, though.”
Shoulders bounce as Suguru laughs, unable to stifle it with his hands full of shining yellow flowers. “She might just tell you to piss off.”
“Would it kill you to have some faith in me?”
“A little, yes.”
Geto curses under his breath. ‘Shit!’ as he goes stumbling forward right over Satoru’s foot, almost loosing his grip on the assortment in his arms.
“Hey, don’t you dare drop those.,” Gojo pouts. “These are for my wife, and they’re her favorite.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
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It takes Satoru hours before he’s happy with the final product. Along with countless tutorials on how to organize a bouquet properly.
“Hold it this way.,” he commands Suguru, who rolls his tired eyes, ready to catch up on the sleep he missed this morning. “There, perfect! Wait, hold on, let me just redo this.”
“Can you hurry up?,” Geto frowns at him. “You’ve redone it like a million times already, damn.”
“Hey, my marriage is at stake here, excuse me for trying to make this look like the best bouquet she’ll ever see!”
“I’m letting go.”
“Nonowait! Okay, I’m done, promise.”
The bouquet comes out stunning, given the fact it was whipped up by two college boys who’d never created a bouquet in their lives, and especially when one of those college boys was Satoru Gojo. He boasts to Suguru, who’s yanking a blanket over his head, how it’s “his best work yet”.
“Maybe be a little more humble when you give it to her.,” Suguru grumbles as Satoru heads out, eager to present you with the display of his apologetic affections.
There’s a certain pep in his step, an excitement Gojo doesn’t often feel unless it’s to see your pretty face. Elated can’t even begin to describe it. The image of your soft lips curling into a smile, eyes sparkling as you see the large array of your favorite flowers, pushes Satoru closer and closer to your dorm building, which stands tall before him. He can’t help but mentally pat himself on the back. Heart swelling, Gojo can see it now, this surprise is going to make you ecstatic–
“Gojo?”
He halts mid-stride, foot hovering in the air, arms loosening around the bouquet. Satoru turns towards the sound and there you are, standing ten feet from him. Your mouth is open in a small ‘o’ as you notice the gift in his hand. Both of you stand there for a moment, eyeing each other, before you eventually break the silence.
“What’s that?”
Satoru snaps back to life, fumbling terribly to stuff the large bouquet behind his back, and he damns himself for making something so awkwardly huge. You watch, biting back a giggle, as he tries to hide what you’ve so obviously seen already. He stutters “u-uh, nothing!’ as a few petals flutter down from his hard work, and he curses ‘fuck!’.
It's easy to sneak up on Gojo when he's so busy floundering with the bunch of flowers. Your mouth threatens to grow into a smile, teeth sinking into your lips at the outlandish sight of him struggling to completely conceal the massive bouquet from your sight. The sharp pinch of your fingertips on his shoulder snatches Gojo from his frantic thoughts.
“Is this your way of apologizing again?”
“No!,” is his instant reply, startling you until Gojo averts his gaze to the concrete. “I mean...yeah. You ruined the surprise.”
This interaction feels more routine, less delicate. The way his lips jut out in a pout, his teasing banter. Crossing arms over your chest, you give Gojo an unamused look. “Ummm, it’s huge. How did you plan on hiding that from me?”
“…”
Satoru thinks his heart stutters as you hold out your arms, hands gesturing for the bouquet, and he slowly reveals the assortment of flowers behind his back. Through his panicked, rushed efforts to hide them, the paper has torn, some of the flowers are missing petals, and some aren’t in the exact position he and Suguru had so meticulously arranged them.
“Dumbass.,” you huff, wrapping fingers around the stems, which are adorned with a crinkly, cream colored paper and a dark green bow. “I’m still mad with you.”
Satoru’s breath hitches as your fingers brush his, as if it's the first time he's ever touched you. He relinquishes hold of the bouquet. “You like ‘em, though? Don’t lie, I can tell.”
“Just shut up.”
He flashes you a toothy, boyish grin, one that makes your heart beat a little faster. “It’s all for you, my pretty Y/N.”
Eyes rolling, you intently study the bouquet, raising it to hide your flustered expression. A warmth creeps over your body at the way Satoru utters your name, like if he says it too loudly, it will break apart into glass pieces. The paper creases under your restless fingers.
“Thank you, Satoru.”
The flowers are striking, but Gojo doesn’t think they compare at all to your beauty. Blue eyes admire you, at the way you marvel over the bunch of sunflowers, beaming at how fresh and vibrant and downright captivating they are. You glance up to meet Satoru’s eye, and he rubs at the back of his neck.
“So, uh,” he starts, avoiding your gaze. “I’m sorry about what I said. Really didn’t mean to upset you that much.”
Your eyes narrow. “That much?”
“Well, you know you’re really hot when you’re mad, but I didn’t mean to do that–“
“And did I look hot then?”
“No! Well, you weren’t ugly, but I didn’t like seeing you so upset–, usually it’s a turn on when you’re all angry but it felt different that time and Suguru didn’t tell me until later you were having a super rough day so I figured I might have hit a nerve–“
You cradle the bouquet to your chest, thoroughly enjoying the clumsy flow of his words, determined not to dig himself a deeper hole or upset you all over again. His lips pause, and then Gojo interrupts another sentence with a new one, before the downturn of his brows as he catches your gleaming eyes.
“My point is that I’m sorry.” He spots the twitch of your frown. “I know you wanna smile, let me see it.”
You can’t help but grin as your mouth opens. “No I don’t. And I guess you’re forgiven, now get away from me so I can enjoy my bouquet in peace.”
“Wait, that’s not it!” Before you turn away, Satoru reaches into his back pocket to pull out a small, white, silk bag with a white ribbon securing the opening. “I got this too. Here.”
You recognize the design of the tiny sack from a rather expensive jewelry store, one you could only dream of buying from. And now here you were, in possession of something from that same store, mouth gaping open as Satoru snickers.
“You just gonna stare, baby, or…?”
The fabric of the bag is soft in your hands, smooth and easy on your fingers. Hugging the bouquet to your side, the ribbon loosens to reveal a dainty, silver necklace inside, adorned with a small, heart charm engraved with your initials.
“Oh, wow . .” You’re awestruck at how delicate and pretty it looks. Turning it over, you find a “G.S” on the other side of the heart. “And Suguru’s initials on the back? How sweet.”
“Don’t play.”
“Whatever.,” you giggle at his downturned lips. “It’s very nice, I like it.”
Satoru can’t help pat himself on the back. “Yeah, it is, isn’t it? Cost a hefty chunk of change, especially since I wanted it so quick and on such short notice–“
“Uh huh.” This big dummy. Your smile grows at the thought.
“–and you know I just had to get the best for my pretty girl, plus I got kinda hard at the thought of my initials on your chest–“
Gojo’s words catch in his throat at the soft press of your lips to his cheek. Blood shoots to his face, instantly, and you can’t help bursting into a round of giggles, barely gasping out ‘you look like a strawberry!’. He’s so embarrassed that the realization that you willingly kissed him of your own accord doesn’t even register. All Satoru feels is a burning heat on his cheeks and a tightness in his chest, desire squeezing a fist around his heart as you smirk up at him through a fit of laughter.
“You are really somethin’ else. Bye, Satoru, also learn to stop talking sometimes.”
All Gojo can do is wave as you depart, leaving you with a ‘see ya, princess’ as you disappear into the building, sparing him one last glance. His phone vibrates as you leave his line of sight, announcing a text from Suguru.
asshole🤮: you give it to her yet?
s: i thought the sleeping beauty was getting a nap in?
asshole🤮: she told you to fuck off, didn’t she?
s: stfu
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