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[anonimusunnoan]

Me n the Bois after scarfing down 5 plates of biryani, on our way to get desert.

[22plus15]

happiest of birthdays to my favorite girl in the world 🫶 i hope you get to celebrate the big 25 and eat lots of cake soon ml 🎂💗

[mizaruwu]

what do you mean Legend's birthday is in two days(?) and I haven't drawn anything ToT)!!!

[nebulousbrainsoup]

Five Minutes

PAIRING: bf!kim hongjoong x gn!reader TAGS: established relationship, long distance relationship, producer/idol!joong GENRE: fluff/romance, crack RATING: G WORD COUNT: 937 A/N: joining the joongfest to wish the happiest of birthdays to @pocketjoong! i'm awful with the sappy feelings stuff, but i hope you have the best day and enjoy the collective joongie spam, beloved sky. thank you for everything you do and being who you are <33 (also we will not be beating the twin allegations today.) and a huge shout out to @justhere4kpop for betaing this for me! masterlist | join my taglist | buy me a coffee? | divs from @cafekitsune

The moment the clock hit midnight, your phone was ringing. Rolling your eyes heartily at your boyfriend’s name on the screen, you snuggled deeper into your couch and answered the video call. Your brow furrowed as he appeared and you squinted for a moment, trying to make out what was going on behind him. Most nights, his late night/early morning video calls came from his studio, but today he was moving, beanie pulled down over his hair and a mask covering his face. 

“Happy birthday, my love,” he called, cutting you off before you had a chance to scold or question him.

“Thank you, bug,” you sighed, your chest tightening as, despite yourself, you beamed back at him, “but shouldn’t you be asleep? It’s not even close to morning for you.”

“Am I not allowed to wish my lovely partner a happy birthday?” he huffed, the pout evident in his voice. 

“You could’ve waited until a reasonable hour,” you protested. “You have a lot to do tomorrow. Or, today, I guess.” 

He scoffed, tugging his mask down below his chin for a moment to give you a full view of the offense written on his face. “And not be the first to tell my lovely partner happy birthday? Never. And it’s not like you won’t be doing the same for me.”

You grinned and sighed, rolling your eyes heartily once again. “You’re right, but midnight for you is a much more reasonable hour here. I won’t be calling you at three a.m. my time.”

“This isn’t the worst hour you’ve caught me up at,” Hongjoong shrugged, and you thought you caught the faintest hint of a mischievous smirk as he pulled his mask back up. 

You sighed, shaking your head in resignation. “That doesn’t make it any better, Kim Hongjoong,” you scolded, trying to mask the way your usual bout of exasperation at his antics was mixing with the longing that had rooted itself in your stomach. “And usually you’re at least physically resting, in bed or the studio or whatever.”

He blinked and shook his head in mock offense, eyes snapping down to the phone in his hand—to you. “You consider my studio time rest time? What does that say about my production skills, Y/N?” He demanded, and you quickly found your shoulders shaking with laughter. “Here I was, thinking my partner was supposed to be my biggest supporter, and they’re slandering my name to my face!”

“Physically,” you protested between giggles, “I said physically! You’re sitting or laying down or something, not wandering around in…” You squinted at the night sky behind him. “Where are you?”

“Wandering around,” he hummed, and again, you heard that impish little smirk of his. 

Your eyes narrowed further and you huffed, not quite ready to accept that you wouldn’t get an answer out of him. “I can’t believe you’re keeping secrets from me on my birthday.”

He giggled, and your heart soared, the pit of longing in your stomach growing deeper along with it. When the silence stretched and you finally resigned that he would be keeping his wanderings secret, you sighed heavily. Again, his attention snapped to you.

“I wish you could be here with me. I miss my Joongbug.” 

His gaze softened immediately, and you could imagine the smile on his face. “I miss you too, love. I’ll be there soon, okay?” 

“Not soon enough,” you pouted, and he chuckled quietly.

“Sooner than you think. It’ll feel like five minutes, I promise.”

You nodded, curling further into the couch and yourself, letting the comfort of your boyfriend’s voice wash over you.

“Sleepy?” He teased, another quiet laugh leaving him when you nodded. “Have you done your night routine?” You shook your head, and he tutted in disapproval. “Go do your skincare and stuff, baby.”

“Will you go to bed?” You muttered, smiling when he nodded.

“Soon, promise. The second I can.”

“Okay,” you sighed, uncurling from the cushions to stand. “I love you, bug.”

“I love you too, my darling. I’ll see you soon.”

You hummed in acknowledgement and nodded, stretching up to the ceiling as he ended the call with another laugh.

When your phone vibrated again a few minutes later, you expected it to be more well wishes from whichever of your friends was still up. Your brow furrowed, though, when your eyes fell upon the alert that someone was at the front of your apartment complex, ringing the bell for your unit. Pressing down the anxiety roiling in your gut, you opened the intercom and camera, jaw dropping to the floor at the sight that met your eyes. Even without the video call minutes previous to see his current outfit, you would know your boyfriend anywhere.

“Kim Hongjoong!”

At the sound of your voice, he jumped and gave a distressed hiss, searching for a moment before his eyes landed on the camera and speaker. His eyes crinkled and he pulled down his mask, finally revealing his cheeky grin to you. “I did say five minutes, didn’t I?”

“You… I didn’t think you meant it literally!”

He giggled and shrugged, entirely unapologetic. “Can I at least come up before you scold me again?”

Immediately, you granted him access, calling after him as he passed, “You have two minutes!”

His laugh rang out for a moment before you finally closed out of the app, tossing your phone aside completely as you bounced excitedly on the balls of your feet. It no longer mattered what you were doing with your birthday; all you cared about was spending it with your boyfriend next to you.

A/N 2: so, on top of the thank you for betaing, i have to give a huge shout out to nadia for letting me scream in their dms in a small panic when i realized that sky and i had the same idea but backwards (we truly share a brain cell here) and talking me out of scrapping this in favor of minghao content, whose personality i still don't have a grasp on. sky, my darling, i hope you enjoyed this regardless of the tropey-ness of khj: grand gesture boyfriend. happy birthday <3

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[hwaightme]

Hand hug

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🫶 pairing: hongjoong x gn!reader 🫶 genre: fluff, friends to lovers, implied producer/idol joong bc iykyk 🫶 summary: you and hongjoong have many traditions, inside jokes, and stories, but do you really know him like the back of your hand? 🫶 wordcount: 3.0k 🫶 warnings/tags: editing? mayhaps, coffee at questionable hours, food mention, convenience store snaccysnaccs, producer!joong, wholesome joong in a hoodie, rooftops/being on roof, night scenery, very late(early) night(morning) 🫶 taglist: at the bottom of the fic~ 🫶 a/n: @pocketjoong my love, my Sky, my universe, my everything. happy birthday <3 i love you to infinity, and thank you for everything and more! i am wishing you all the best on this amazing day~ and i hope you like this joongie~ <3

Hand hugs. One of the many, many inside jokes and mini traditions that you had crafted together with Hongjoong over the course of your friendship. Or relationship. Or whatever pining for your friend for ages was supposed to be called. You did not mind. At least you got your Hongjoong by your side. Or could you even say that?

While you watched Hongjoong rush down the aisle of the convenience store after he had exclaimed that he had forgotten something ‘essential’, the thought plagued your mind, gnawing on it like a persistent little devil. Just like it had done the last time you two hung out, and the one before that. How would you react if he were to ever date anyone? Get in a relationship? Get married? Would you be okay with being the best friend at his wedding, quietly seething in the corner and wishing that it was you standing next to him? You shrugged to yourself and clutched the basket tighter in your hands.

It was always you and Joong. You knew him like the back of your hand, and he knew you like the back of his. Maybe that was why the hand hugs were so symbolic, transcending their original intent, which was to find a compromise between your desire for oxytocin surges and his aversion to all things physical touch. A simple palm to palm, digits to digits, thumb around the other’s hand. A hand hug. Simple. Sweet. A reminder for both of you that you knew each other, and were living a beautiful life together.

While you were caught up in your musings you noticed your load lightening a little too late - Hongjoong was already on his way to pay, again. With a yelp you started for the self checkout, but he softly nudged you with his hip, a cheeky smile adorning his face while he scanned the items. You pondered if this deserved a joking purchase of something abominably spicy, but decided against it. After all, you would not be able to force him to eat it even if you tried. So you simply held a resting gaze on the methodical swiping and the way in which the items disappeared into Hongjoong’s trusty canvas bag, one after the other. 

It was tattered, showed some darkening at the edges, a couple of loose threads here and there, but Hongjoong would fight you if you were to even dare suggest throwing it away. But you would never even think to do it - after all, the design that it bore was one you two had painted together, a few years ago in the midst of one change after another. It was a depiction of the Earth surrounded by the random favourite things that made the two of you who you were. Pleasant and heart-warming memories. This canvas bag had carried things equally as pivotal to the both of you. It had carried your items when you moved out to begin life as an independent adult (only to have Hongjoong visit you, or you visit Hongjoong so often that you knew no solitude), it had held the equipment and disks owned by none other than your closest and dearest friend as he marched to the studio, dreams stronger than ever, passion and eagerness to achieve in every step. The handles remembered the way in which you would share the weight, one for each person, swinging ever so slightly as you would walk in stride down the city streets wherever your hearts desired. Just like you were doing now, with the snacks and quick meals protected by the sturdy material. In your free hands, you had your ‘cost effective coffees’, as Hongjoong had called them once and the title stuck. This was your favourite kind of two in the morning.

There was only one place where your feet would take you at this hour, and it was the rooftop. Not any kind of rooftop, but the one on Hongjoong’s apartment building, located in a scenic and quiet residential district, a little ways off from the centre of the city, but giving the best landscapes and skyline view of glimmering lights. The walk to his building was silent - there was no need to fill the atmosphere with aimless chatter that would, either way, turn to a hazy, noisy static. You knew what the other was thinking, at least you wanted to pretend you did. You smiled to yourself. If only he was thinking the same as you were in this moment. About the closeness of your hands, about how your heart was pounding in your chest, about how you caught the scent of his cologne that suited him so well when he playfully pushed you. You focused on the dimly lit street ahead, trying to keep your breathing level as you trekked higher and higher up the hill, to your one true paradise.

Thankfully the building was only a few stories high, and did not need too intense of an effort to conquer. At least this was what you told yourself every time before starting on the journey up the spiralling flights of stairs, one step after the other until you were almost out of breath and your legs were just starting to ache - there was your cardio for the next day or so until you would decide to do this all over again. Because this was a small price to pay for the timelessness that you would experience once you got to the top. A click of the key, a turn of the doorknob, and the infinite expanse of the night was surrounding you, and the breeze gently tousled your locks as you stepped out onto the roof, following Hongjoong closely. 

You were not sure how exactly he had managed to convince his landlord to give him the keys to the roof, since it was normally off limits and a mystery even for the permanent residents. Maybe Hongjoong promised to clean and re-vamp the place a bit - which he most definitely did, considering that it now looked like the ultimate relaxation spot, with outdoor fairy lights, plants that did not mind waiting until the next rainfall to be watered, lounge chairs, an antique table that he had picked up at the secondhand market and reinforced to live through the tests of the great outdoors, and some little trinkets that were simply so him that it made you want to burst into tears. He had an eye for design, an eye for expression, and whether he would have liked for you to say this or not, had an eye for love. It was all around you. In everything he had done to the place, in how he treated it, in how he pulled out the chair for you, in how the two of you took a moment to look out into the distance, marking out the local attractions and main highlights of the city before launching into a scavenger hunt through the canvas bag, keeping quiet and feigning obliviousness when your hands brushed once, twice, another time. No, you could never give up this feeling. 

Clinking plastic cups, the lids preventing the drink that was the colour of deep mahogany and the taste of bitter remnants of a campfire, you reclined on your seat and nodded to yourself absent-mindedly, taking a sip. Nothing could be sweeter than this after all. You stole another glance at Hongjoong, who was still wistfully staring off into the distance, caught up in his thoughts. You and him decided to wear your ‘accidentally matching’ hoodies today, in the true free and young spirit of the late night, or early morning, raid on the convenience store. You said ‘accidental’, but was it really when the hoodie was one that he had gifted you for your birthday, and ‘just so happened’ to have a similar one, obviously new? Regarding the piece with a soft smile, you had taken note of how the sleeves of the hoodie spilled just a little bit over his frail, yet elegant wrists, practically transforming into warmers or mittens. Only thanks to the drink which he was cradling in his perfectly manicured hands - with one finger sporting a new coat of nail polish, could you even see his digits in the lulling semi-darkness.

Nothing was being said, and yet a whole universe was passing with every second. In every sigh, twist, tilt of the head, in how Hongjoong flicked through his phone only to put it down and let soft instrumentals twirl from the speakers - a track he was working on, no doubt, in everything that the two of you shared was something you did not wish to even begin to define, out of fear that it would crumble before you. A fragile creature, a precious little bird that cautiously shared its song with the two of you, perched on the echoes of years behind you. Hopping from branch to branch of dialogue and dreaming. The acoustic piece ended, and with it, the birdsong. A trembling flutter of the wings carried it away into your ribcage, and you waited with bated breath for the next moment. Hongjoong set his coffee aside, clumsily pausing the track which had already returned to the intro and was beginning to repeat the first few strums of the guitar chords, and with a timid smile, gazed at you. Expectant. You looked away, trying to find comfort in the glints of distant stars, the hum of traffic miles away and howling of ghostly sirens reflecting off the blanket of deep navy, an onyx-coated purple, and right at the horizon, of stubborn, yet dazed and tired ashen reds and yellows of the urban nocturne. 

“Thoughts?” not liking the sound of his own voice, he cleared his throat after letting the whisper escape him. You paid it no mind, every syllable turning into a stunning creation in your mind. The best the sonorous world could offer. He leaned closer, you could feel it, but you remained how you were, pretending to be transfixed by the starry masterpiece.

“It’s pretty,” you mumbled back, ambiguous. You knew better than to hope that Hongjoong would end the discussion there. Ever since the early days, he would ask you for your reviews, opinions, critiques, input… During nights like these, the most casual get-together could turn into a listening party, with him playing song after song only to stop one midway and start another, worried, wanting to impress you. All the more exciting for you - you could listen forever.

“What is?” he tried again, perching his elbows on the armrest of his chair, to the point where you could sense his presence next to you.

“The tune.”

“There wasn’t one though?” you could imagine his eyes narrowing as he asked.

“I can hear it. And I know you already have one in mind so,” you let your sentence trail off as you took another sip of the cooling coffee.

“Got you. Incomplete, right?” he picked up on your cues better than anyone could. You nodded, humming in agreement with his conclusion.

“Yeah. But I know you considered it.”

“Sure did. What are you piecing together?” he continued, running a hand through his hair, to adjust some invisible strand. A nervous habit. So he could feel it too after all. Unless you were misreading in your recent state of hoping. You chuckled, deciding to not delve further into whether it was at yourself or the evident tension, lifting the cup to eye level to inspect how it caught the fairy lights, revealing various shades of brown, copper, silvery white from the plastic. 

“That one melody from last week. Tuesday, I think it was. The one where you had the synth riff and the humming. And then the lyrical refrain you told me you wrote while waiting for me by the bakery,” he gleamed, soul growing warmer from your recollection. You fiddled with the cardboard holder, Hongjoong’s burning look proving to be too much to handle.

“I swear, you can read my mind,” you could not help but exhale sharply, bemused at the suggestion. If anything, you were convinced of the opposite. There were few times when you were certain of what was going on in Hongjoong’s beautiful mind. Be it a new project or creative adventure that he was embarking on, or an entirely different experiment, or a surprise that you could not even begin to conjure ideas about. He was a mystery, but that was one of the many things you loved about him. Your reaction earned you a raise of the eyebrow and a light tap on your shoulder, making you finally turn towards your friend, only for the intensity of his eyes to be almost breathtaking, “what was that?”

“Nothing,”

“Am I wrong?”

“I mean… you do keep whole albums a secret for… goodness knows how long so…”

“I bet you know what I am thinking now,” his boldness took you off-guard, and you paused. Blinking a couple of times to adjust to the sudden shift in what was between you, so laden with an unspeakable force that you could barely formulate your own response, you regarded his outstretched arm, palm facing you, fingers together, all except the thumb. You squinted in suspicion, but failed to conceal the grin that was creeping onto your features as you moved to complete the hand hug. 

“Kim Hongjoong… what are you plotting?” words failed to leave an impact, it seemed, since your friend merely picked the cup from your hands to leave it beside his at the table. 

Pressing his palm to yours, he concentrated. You could not look away, not when you were going progressively more haywire with each passing second. He was not letting go, thumb beginning to dig into the back of your hand, and his gaze remained trained on you, only you. Right through you and into your heart. He was reading you and seeing your every thought about him - that was how the exchange felt. Hongjoong was picking apart your infatuation, inspecting it, living it. You felt exposed in front of him, and yet he would not allow you to let go. That much you were sure of. Unlike whatever he was mulling over. 

But you did not need to wait much longer for your answer, as, in a split second, your fingers were intertwined and he was pulling you closer and closer to him, his other hand flying to your shoulder to support you and prevent any falls. When you were only a couple of centimetres away, he stopped, as though all bravery had left him temporarily, and his eyes darted from yours, to your lips, back again, anywhere except your face and back to you, now staying. In this eternity of being in one space, sharing the same breath, searching for a future in the decision that was to come, you finally clear that no, you could not see anyone like this. Anyone except your Hongjoong.

“I'd say you can guess… maybe?”

“I don’t think I can,” coy, you responded, much to Hongjoong’s relief. You were you, the one he loved, and nothing was going to change that. This, just like any of the traditions, habits, memories you had made together, was the most natural, and most precious thing in the universe.

“Let me give you a hint,” a whisper, sultry, low was the last thing you heard before your worlds collided, and his lips were moving in a perfect rhythm with yours.

It was like puzzle pieces falling into place. Long lost soulmates finding each other. The sun rising after a thunderstorm. It felt like all the times that had made you and Hongjoong who you were, and who you were going to be. Your hand found purchase on the side of his face, his sharp jawline and soft skin in a stunning harmony against your fingertips. In every sense, it was him, and him alone, and you were blessed by the stars themselves.

Only when you heard the creaking of a chair did you pull away, and glimpsed Hongjoong cursing under his breath and muttering that he ‘hated this thing’ before he stood up, sweeping you away with him. You obliged, longing for his closeness. This was unprecedented, but so, so very welcome. A strong arm around your waist, and a quick push under the chin focusing you back on him, and you were back in bliss, in an entrancing tandem. The kiss was a revival, just like it was a revisitation. It was right. It tasted like the coffee and the late nights, it reminded you of the deep talks and the walks to nowhere and everywhere, it made you yearn for more and yet in the marvellous dance of your lips against his, you found it.

“What am I thinking?” Hongjoong asked as you broke apart, inhales pronounced by the chill of the early hour.

“You are thinking… ‘wow, this is way too close for comfort’,” you jested, chuckling when he scrunched his nose in mock frustration.

“Okay no you definitely cannot read my mind,” he answered, finding your hand once more, and lifting it to his own. Palm to palm. Digits to digits. Thumbs around to complete the miniature embrace. You watched, beaming. 

Hongjoong was closer than ever before, for you and with you, and your heart was about to burst. You regarded him, the love in his eyes and his every gesture as he rocked side to side, just how he knew you liked. Soothing, and always yours. He knew you and you knew him, and at the same time, never failed to find new beauty in one another and details to learn. Masterpieces, forever evolving, you were in this moment together, in this city, on this rooftop, in each other’s arms. Alive and in love. Through the silence, your voice travelled.

“So we are now hand huggers who kiss each other sometimes,” he laughed, breaking into your favourite grin, and leaned forwards until his forehead was against yours.

“Mhm. Sounds good to me.”

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[ashipiko]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO KAZUNARI MIYOSHI THE BOY EVER WHO HAS STABBED MY BRAIN SEVERAL TIMES OVER THE LAST 3 YEARS!!!!!!!!

<33 I wish him such a great bday cuz he deserves it SO much and I love him SO much!!!!!! forever my #1!!!!!!! my brain will never be cured of him!!!!!!! THE BOY EVER

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MOCK-UP + W/O TEXT VER!!!

man when I TELL YOU I was struggling so hard to sketch stuff AND THEN I DROPPED EVERYTHING AND RAN TO DO THE MOCK-UP IN LIKE 20 MINS. ALL CRAZY!!!! THIS PIECE MAN!!!!!

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Happy Birthday Katheryn ♥️

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hongjoong's cutest outfit in the thanxx mv

[1st-sui]

chongyue's birthday being 1/1 (1st january) ahhhhhhg i'll launch you into a sky of new year fireworks

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[merevide]

happy 10th birthday to this album even though 2013 does not feel like it was 10 years ago. when does something like that actually happen someone lmk 🎂

[ikusabamukuro]

HBD Kokichi Ouma may you fuck around and find out in the great circus in the sky 🙏

[whalesforhands]

now our blue remains clear

LATE HBD GOJO SATORU

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“This is the final call for passengers travelling on Flight GA0222Z. Please proceed immediately to Gate 12 for boarding. This is the final boarding call for Flight GA0222Z—“

“Is there anywhere you’d wanna go, Suguru?” A whisper as a hand is pressed against clear glass, an opaque reflection staring back at him as blue eyes trail all over the clear sky, the scent of summer scaring the clouds away to reveal a blue so crystalline.

Strangely comforting.

It was just like he remembered. Under the summer sun and nostalgic beats of a transparent weather, this was truly the only choice he could have ever made.

“Okinawa would be nice.” A voice so familiar, so warm and soft and gently speaking to him with an adoration so prominent.

(Would it be odd if he admitted how much this pains him even now?)

“Again? Y’er so sentimental, ya know?” And Gojo Satoru finds himself complaining, finds himself whining and being childish and everything he was all the way back when he could be.

But can you really blame him?

Sometimes, all you can really ask for is for the clear, transparent sky, for the sunlight to beat down on the asphalt walkway and for the summer to never end.

“I don’t see you disagreeing, Satoru.” His voice always felt so right, so tingly and soft-spoken, so gentle with his teasing coos and smiling eyes.

“You don’t mind, right?”

It hurts. It really does.

Even being able to hold his hand, to be able to trace every line on his palm and lace his fingers inbetween his— It just doesn’t feel real.

The sky glimmers with the rise of the shining sun, his heart pit-pattering against his chest as he looks up at the same sky they were staring at.

It’s nice.

“…not at all.”

——

“You know,” Your hand trails over his shirt, fixing the button that had haphazardly been almost pulled off. The unfamiliarity of a uniform that he had not donned in years, the odd feeling of being just that bit shorter than he used to be, his body feeling light— And his sunglasses no longer needed.

It was strange.

“Thank you for staying in this… Form.” The fluttering of your Jujutsu Tech uniform skirt, the unmistakable blazer jacket upon your form and the sight of your smiling face. “You look cute, Satoru.”

Right. He’s— They’re not adults right now. Not when his cheeks are slightly pudgy, when he’s not as tall as he’s used to— And not as he originally was.

Gojo Satoru had many regrets in his life, had too many to count on both hands for someone dubbed ‘The Strongest’. He regrets and remembers, but not once had he lamented, not in his silent, quiet grief.

Maybe it came with being so strong. Maybe it was a facade that he could never bring himself to let go of.

Clutched so desperately in his hands, a quiet wish to cast aside your fate of never being able to get older than your current self.

(Because what would you look like if you got that chance? Would you have grown your hair out more? Would your features soften? Sharpen? Would you ever grow taller—)

No.

Your cheek is soft as it nuzzles against his open palm, your eyes closed in bliss as you enjoy his touch that you missed so much.

It’s cute. It’s real. It’s here.

“I never minded. Everyone wants to stay young, don’t they?” Your giggle sounds like a sweet chime, so light and everything he had been wanting to hear.

You noticed. Noticed his quiet grievance and the way he looked at you. Silence encases the both of you. Why? Does he just not know what to say?

His throat hurts, and his eyes feel like they want to sting him. There’s something palpable in this air that makes him want to leave, makes him frustrated and sorrowful.

Why? Why? Why? Isn’t it okay? Everything’s okay, because—

“I missed you,” Your head plops onto his chest as your arms encircle his waist, the soft smell of that familiar, clean linen makes him dizzy, makes his voice hoarse. “Don’t go so far away anymore, please.”

A plead. So desperate and sad, so begging and soft that makes his knees weak. Sunlight catches on glistening blue, and his hands slowly, but surely find enough strength to hold you tight.

That’s his line, you know?

(“Huh? That’s all I get after so long?” He’s still cheeky, still has that impishness to his tone despite the slightly scratchy response. His arms hold you to him tight, pulls you close and held you like you were going to disappear.

You think he’s gonna cry. But at the same time, you know he’s too stubborn to do so.

“Hmm~ Suguru said that we can’t spoil you too much too fast.” Your voice is slightly muffled, contemplative as your hand reaches up to pat at a head of fluffy white now that he had hidden his face away into the curve of your neck.

But Suguru won’t know, right?

“Welcome home, Satoru.”)

——

“Oki~ Nawa! Okinawa!~” Several luggages drag behind him as the boy bounds towards the boarding line, dressed to the nines in beach wear as a younger girl holds onto the handles of the luggage she sat atop of.

(Those flower covered swim shorts of his would give her an eyesore if she stared too long.)

“Haibara-kun, they’re gonna catch up!” Yet, the blue-eyed girl still tugs at those loud shorts, trying to make her ‘carriage’ move all the faster as a panicking Kuroi follows closely.

“Riko! Don’t run so quickly in the halls! You’re going to fall off!”

“Osu! Riko-cchi, get ready to experience the joyride of a lifetime!”

“W-Wait…!”

“Kento, Geto-senpai, everyone! Hurry up back there or we’ll leave you behind! Wahoo!” It’s his final warning as he takes off with the girl in tow, their cheers loud and resounding loudly through these airport hallways.

It’s weird. Cathartic. Gojo Satoru thinks it’s odd that he feels like this, this feeling like he was swimming through a sky of a dream that he thought was going to disappear forever.

(If this was a dream… Then he supposes that he never wants to wake up.)

“Suguru, I think we should’ve gotten another luggage after all…” He hears your pensive words as Suguru lifts your heavy baggage off and away from your hands, gently confiscating anything that dared put strain on you.

“You packed well and enough,” A hand pats your head. “Don’t worry too much.”

(“Ahh! You saying that is going to make me panic even more…!”

A laugh, and the sound of a light peck against your forehead. “Sorry, then.”)

“Satoru? What’s wrong?” Both of you notice him— Watch him as he starts to lag behind, the sound of his flip-flops slapping against the carpeted ground coming to a halt.

(“Should we have bought another box of mochi after all?”

“Yaga would’ve yelled at us for not meeting him at the gate on time…”)

He twitches his fingers, stares up at the large windows that stared out into a plethora of planes. There, sat the setting sun and the orange sky, painted in colours that just wasn’t the regret his older self had gotten so used to.

Maybe this is real.

So it’s okay. It’s finally okay for him to be happy. It’s okay for him to be selfish, to be able to indulge in this happiness that he feels so guiltless for receiving. So he can only smile that much smugly to himself, folding his arms behind his head as he grins so haughtily at the both of you.

“Nothin’ much.”

(“Oiiii! Gojo-senpai! If ya don’t hurry up, Riko-chan and I are gonna order allllll the airplane food on your card! Then we’re gonna eat it all with (last name)-senpai!”)

nvy’s aftertalk:

i can’t upload this to ao3 bcs my pc is broken :(

[lelewright1234]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!

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✎༄ нєωωσ тнєяє ƒєℓℓσω loves !˳⸙;;

₊˚.༄ ೃנυѕт ραѕѕιηg ву тσ ѕαу тнαт ι ℓυν уσu all ѕσ мυ¢н!♡ 🥳🥳🥳🥳

~🌺 🎂 Hello my loves, I just wanted to say that today is MY BIRTHDAY!!! APRIL 23 IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME AND ALL APRIL 23TH BIRTHDAYS OF THE WORLD!!! We must pull through with the COVID-19 Virus and stay strong with each other!!!🎂🌺 ~

There are five messages that I need to tell myself since today is my special day!

1. Happy birthday to a self-willed, strong, and beautiful soul. Yes, you got it right! I am turning a year older today. HBD to me!

2. It is with great pleasure that I am here to celebrate another year of my life. I am grateful for surviving all the challenges and struggles with COVID-19 throughout the last 365 days and turning a year older.

3. Growing up, everyone around me spent all their time trying to be great. I am one of the lucky ones who has always been great. Happiest birthday to me!

4. As I turn a year older today, I am most thankful for the people around me and the gift of being alive. Happy Birthday to me and I Thank God For Waking Me Up For Another Day!~

5. I am not holding back any joy today. I will love every minute of today and laugh as much as possible because it is my day. Heartfelt Birthday to me.

Numbers 6:24-26 (NIV)

“The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace." “The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make his face shine on you and be gracious to you; the Lord turn his face toward you and give you peace."

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