“caroline, i’m standing in one of my favorite places in the world surrounded by food, music, art, culture, and all I could think about is how much i want to show it to you. maybe one day you’ll let me.”
Congratulations on your milestone! That is so exciting 😊 If I'm not too late to this, could we possibly get a continuation of the Uliro crave one? *insert the most wobbliest begging eyes you can picture*
Well I’m afraid I can picture some terribly persuasive wobbling eyes. You’re jumping the queue a little bit, as I have another “crave” request coming up and I wan’t to avoid confusion as much as possible.
Shiro wakes slowly, feeling hazy and heavy and a little too warm with Ulaz’s chest resting beneath his cheek and his heartbeat thrumming in his ear. It’s quicker, than a human’s, pumping in motions of three instead of two: ba-da-dum, ba-da-dum.
“What time is it?” Shiro asks, trying to swallow back the gummy feeling in his mouth.
“You have been asleep for three vargas,” Ulaz says. He draws a clawed finger down the back of Shiro’s neck, repeats the action with a curled knuckle when Shiro shivers in response. Shiro suspects Ulaz does these things because he likes to watch him react, likes to categorize the motions that make Shiro tremble or sigh or slump bonelessly against him.
Shiro opens his eyes, blinking at the blurred image of his own hand, curled close to his face and clutching loosely at the front of Ulaz’s shirt. “Did you sleep at all?”
“No,” Ulaz says.
It’s not surprising. Shiro knows that Ulaz doesn’t need nearly as much sleep as a human. But still–
Shiro sits up, ignoring Ulaz’s displeased grumble as he turns to look at him. His bangs are in his eyes, mussed up and curling a little from being slept on while wet, and Ulaz brushes them aside before Shiro can lift his arm to do so himself.
“You haven’t just been watching me sleep the entire time, have you?”
Patrick laughed and then reached for Gus’ hand, turning it
so that it was palm up and gingerly placing the boat upon it. “F-f-for you,” he
explained a little shyly. “To…to cheer you up. N-n-not that you r-really
n-n-need it today, but l-lately…. I mean I d-didn’t know you were d-doing
b-b-better, I just…. Well, it’s d-dumb, but—”
“Thank you,” Augustus murmured.
Patrick flushed, holding Gus’ hand for a second longer and
then letting go to stuff his own into the pockets of his jeans. “You can f-fold
it to store it and k-keep it from wrinkling.”
This Augustus did, folding the boat along its creases and
then swinging his backpack around to his front so that he could slip it inside
for safekeeping. There was a bird merrily chirping in the tree nearby. He
wondered whether it could have been the parakeet Tobias was tracking. The last
he’d heard it was still cleverly eluding his grasps.
“S-s-sorry,” Patrick said, glancing at him uneasily. “I
sh-shouldn’t have b-brought it up. I—”
“What? No, it’s—it’s okay,” Augustus said. “Don’t worry about it.”
Patrick opened his mouth to say something else, but Gus’
phone emitted a particularly loud tri-tone, causing them both to startle. He’d
forgotten that he’d turned his volume up in case Gemma called.
Trouble’s just the bits-in-between! It’s all waiting out there, Jackie. And it’s brand new to me– all those planets and creatures and horizons! I haven’t seen them yet, not with these eyes. And it is gonna be… fantastic!
It was the bitter cold nipping at his ears that caught Jungkook off guard as he made his way through the barren campus to class.
‘Ah, I definitely underdressed,’he quietly chided himself as the chilly winds tousled his hair around– granted, that’s what he got for not checking the weather when he rolled out of bed a half an hour earlier. A cardigan was definitely not enough. It was surprisingly cold for what was supposed to be a spring morning– a steaming cup of hot coffee was the only thing to provide some sort of solace to his hands as he also forgot to wear gloves. Yet as much as he disliked the cold, he disliked morning classes even more. But alas, it was the only block of time he could fit in his schedule – the woes of being a double major.
And so, it was his rambling thoughts that accompanied him to class that morning. ‘I guess the only good thing about morning classes is how quiet it is,’ he mused as he opened the doors to the main building, finally reaching his destination. He always appreciated silence, as it was one of the rarer thing to come by these days. There was a strange sense of tranquility that the morning brought, only to be filled with the bustling chatter of college students as gradually filled up the streets to go to class as the day went on.
Upon entering the classroom, he took a preliminary scan of the seats. Much to his chagrin, a good chunk of the seats in the area that he usually sat had already been occupied by his fellow students.
Maybe getting coffee right before class was a mistake– especially considering that he woke up late.
Actually no, that was a silly thought. If he had to be honest to himself he hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t survive the morning without– the caffeinated drink was a necessity these days more than a want. Ah, but it was his own fault for staying up so late the prior night to begin with …
As he bantered back and forth with his conscience, his footsteps made way to the back row with fewer people where his eyes fell upon a young man clad in all black. But what Jungkook noticed was not the attire nor the presence of the other – rather, it was the drink sitting in front of the bespeckled young man.
It was from the very same cafe as the drink he had in his hand– one of his favorite spots. The cafe in question was one of the hidden gems he had found – not that many people knew about it as it was off campus. It was actually next to one of the dance studios he attended, but even that was a bit far from the college grounds.
“Excuse me,” he addressed the raven haired male with an inquisitive smile, taking a small step forward as if to make his presence known in the least intrusive way possible. There was a brief pause as the eyes behind the pair of glasses met his own, “is this seat taken?” – First Meeting
i guess this is mostly about drunk miyoshi lolol but okie hc that miyoshi is actually kinda sweet and affectionate when he’s drunk huehue. also this is set in modern au! thanks for the prompt and i hope you enjoy~
As he sits now with a glass of sake in hand and an extra sixty-eight kilograms leaning onto his side, the only thing Kaminaga can think of is “Why the hell can’t Miyoshi be this cute when sober?”