#unedited wip

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Excuse me, BAJA BLAST PUSSY???

"I can stop whenever you want me to." He promises with another kiss to Dabi's thigh, then another, moving them slowly closer to the new center that he has made for him. Dabi does his best not to squirm as it happens, his insides trembling with anticipation as his mouth draws closer to his lips. Shigaraki gives him his first kiss there and it makes his body heat more. He brings two fingers to him and spreads the plump outer lips open so he can flick his tongue over his flesh and Dabi's core stutters with light as he feels his mouth there. It is as sensitive as his body felt when Tomura had his hand wrapped around his cock and he is more than ready to have more when Shigaraki pulls away from him, his smell losing its sweetness rapidly.

"What--"

"I know that you are a god that feasts on burning and bitterness, precious." He says, his voice still trying to be sweet. "But can you change your flavor so that it doesn't feel like I'm licking a burning oil drum?"

Dabi frowns. "Change it to what?"

"To what a human tastes like?" He offers.

"I don't know what humans taste like."

"I'll let you try some other time," Tomura says, dropping another kiss to his thigh. "Then just to something that I can taste without my body thinking that I'm being poisoned?"

Dabi can adjust his flavor, though he still struggles for a moment to try and recall something that Shigaraki enjoys the taste of. He never comments very much on his food, and even then, he has been trying new things most days as the cooking staff makes him different meals to impress. It takes him a long moment but he does recall the one thing the other has with any frequency and he recalls the taste and applies it to the fluid that his body is leaking with his arousal. "There."

Tomura leans back in and licks at him again, pulling back sharply again and making Dabi throw his head back against the lounge in his own frustration, hand coming down to bat at Shigaraki's head a few times as hard as the constraints of his orders will allow him to. 

"You said you would kiss me!" 

The human is barely breathing from how hard he's laughing though, "W-Why--?"

"You always drink that blue beverage! You must enjoy the taste. Now kiss!" 

[kyletogaz]

wip wednesday | mdni

more 141 and their therapist gf (this is smut i’m so sorry)

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“you know i have to go to work, johnny.” as much as you wish you could stay home with him, your schedule for the day is full.

“ye can’t take one day off?” the for me is silent.

you must truly be a sucker, because you actually contemplate johnny’s words. you thought about clearing your schedule for the day, so you can stay home with your lovers. but then you thought about your poor assistant who would have to call the patients and reschedule their appointments.

yeah, i can’t stay home.

“my patients need me, honey. i’m so sorry,” you apologize softly, before leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.

johnny scoffs at your words. “but we need ye too,” he whines, before tugging you onto his lap and shoving his tongue in your mouth.

“you’re gonna wrinkle my clothes,” you hiss at him in between sloppy syrup flavored kisses, a moan working its way out of your mouth when he starts to nip and lick at your jaw.

“dinnae care, please fuck me,” johnny begs, jostling you a little when his hips surge up. he has a death grip on you and he’s doing his best to grind his cock up into your cloth covered pussy.

you whine softly and tell him that you can’t, but johnny’s already tugging his cock from his shorts, pushing your wet panties to the side, and guiding his length into your drooling pussy. he lets out a choked moan when you clench around his length.

“ye feel so good, hen,” johnny slurs, already sounding pussy drunk, his pupils blown wide.

you whimper when he paws at your shirt and rips it open, the sound of buttons flying filling your ears. “that was one of my favorite shirts,” you complain, but make no move to stop him from shoving the fabric off your shoulders and fiddling with the clasps on your bra until your tits are free.

johnny doesn’t pay your comment about the shirt any mind. he’s too busy thrusting up into your pussy frantically and sucking on your nipple. you’re vaguely aware of the front door slamming, and kyle calling out to the both of you. you answer back with a garbled moan as johnny hooks his hands under your thighs and stands with his cock still buried deep in your walls. he uses a hand to push his plate aside, before setting you down onto the table. you have to hold on for dear life when he pulls out of your sopping wet pussy, then slams back in with a groan.

“really, you two? during breakfast?”

you crane your neck to look towards the entrance of the kitchen to see kyle and simon standing in the doorway, watching you writhe and moan up under johnny. you whine when he reaches down between your bodies to thumb at your clit. he’s still fucking you like his life depends on it and all you can do is sink your teeth into his shoulder to smother your wails.

“teeth, teeth, teeth,” johnny bites out when he feels the sharp sting of your bite in his shoulder.

it’s simon who gently grabs you by the jaw and orders you to release johnny. “need somethin’ for that mouth?” he croons, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip.

you can barely string together a decent reply, before your mouth is stuffed with simon’s cock.

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this is unedited y’all

[buckera]

Fuck It Friday 💌

I keep wondering if people even know that I write... like, I know giffing has captivated me lately, but actually this is where I'm "based", so to speak. I just kinda fell off the map since the new season started airing (and since posting that 75k monstrosity that was the mudslide fic lmao).

Anyway, I am finally, finally getting closer to finishing the buck loves tommy fic (which pretty much does what it says on the tin, though it does have an actual title now), all it needs is some hefty editing and it's ready to be posted — hopefully within the next few days. Until then, here's some soft angst that somehow found its way into the middle of the smut.

“Good.” Tommy’s lips stretched into one of those wide but close lipped smiles and it was hard to hold back the urge to trace it with his thumb — so he didn’t. Tommy gave a small kiss to the tip of Buck’s thumb, before opening his lips and sucking it in between them, humming quietly. “God… did you get even hotter while you were away?” Buck mused with an incredulous huff. “Are you trying to talk your way into my pants?” Tommy’s grin was downright dangerous as he let go of Buck’s finger and leaned down to get a hold of the hem of his t-shirt, rolling it up as much as he could with the stupid sling in the way. “You’re not wearing any pants.” Buck pointed out with a teasing lilt of his voice. “Must be doing real good on all that talking then, huh?” “Funny.” Buck rolled his eyes jovially, but when Tommy didn’t answer or in fact moved at all, he zeroed in on his face with a frown. “H-hey, you okay?” “I don’t know. Are you?” Buck followed his line of sight, only to realize that Tommy was staring directly at the bruises on his ribs, where they were blooming like a collection of poisonous clematises; hugging his torso tight, probably for weeks to come. “Y-yeah, I told you, I’m fine. It’s- it’s just some bruising, no big deal, I swear.” “We can wait until you feel better.” Tommy suggested, his face darkening and his eyes never leaving the big blotches of purple and pink. “Baby, does it look like I wanna wait?” Buck scoffed, gesturing vaguely at his achingly hard cock, only inches away from Tommy’s own. “Evan, that’s not—” “You a-asked me what I need.” Buck cut him off with a serious set of his jaw. “This- this is what I need. You. That’s all I want, okay? So just… please, would you just touch me already?” Buck closed his eyes with a frustrated little sigh and only opened them when he felt a feather light touch on his skin, causing it to twitch with a tickle, as Tommy’s lips brushed over the bruises. “That okay?” He hummed quietly, his lips gently vibrating with it and bringing a small tingle into Buck's ribs, one that somehow felt like it was going much deeper than skin or bone. “Y-yeah… okay.”

✨I have been tagged by and am absolutely no pressure tagging the ever so talented @sunshinediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @exhuastedpigeon @bidisasterevankinard @diazsdimples @likegoldintheair @honestlydarkprincess @watchyourbuck @actualalligator @wikiangela @bucksbignaturals @loveyouanyway and anyone else who feels like sharing mwuahhh 💛

[wanderingblindly]

anyone want an unedited snippet from the sequel to “Lando Norris’s (No Homo) Guide to a Getting a Girlfriend”? Perhaps? For obvious reasons, this is explicit, and tentatively titled:

Oscar Piastri’s (Full Homo) Guide to Fucking Your Boyfriend

It's impossible to breathe, the weight of Oscar's stare – the weight of the silence and the weight of Lando's knees against the floor and the weight of his cock against his jeans – somehow standing on his chest. Brows furrowed and eyes cast upwards, Lando tries to speak against the force of Oscar's fingers, tries to ask something like please or make some snide remark about his nails, but Oscar moves – digits sliding back further into his mouth, thumb lifting his jaw closed.

Oh.

Oh.

His head feels stuffed with cotton, skin tingling with every sensation at once – like the icy-hot-numbing-oversensitivity after an open-palmed slap.

"Breathe through your nose," Oscar reminds him. It's all starting to go hazy with tears, oxygen deprived brain and screaming lungs pushing them to the surface.

He drives the heel of his palm into his crotch, blinking desperately and trying to moan, trying to shake his head and say... something. It's not enough. It's too much. Oscar bends his fingers, pressing into the back of Lando's tongue like a test, like a taunt. It's scary, maybe.

It's fucking perfect.

He gags on it, and Oscar presses down harder.

Lando does, too, cock throbbing painfully.

"Breathe through it, princess," Oscar says, free hand moving to to his hips, roughly shoving his boxers down his thighs one side at a time.

[ksbbb]

WIP Thursday

Tagged by @hemlocksandfoxgloves

“Yeah, okay. You act like the name Raeken means something.” Liam scoffs, sounding insulted, the expression on the wolf’s face mocking his wounded pride.

“That’s—

“Lost your spark. How pathetic.” Liam abruptly cuts him off, blood soaking his lips, as the fear of his latest victim creates a sting of old memories.

Who the fuck is this guy?

“You’re nice to look at. What a shame.” Liam wipes his hands on Theo’s shirt, still fresh with blood, and walks away.

So…..

Tagging @wolfboy88 @mmoosen @thiamsxbitch @maplesyrizzup @honestlydarkprincess @thiamblogger @fruchtfliege @theoceanismyinkwell @kingofangst @setevulpo

[desert--moonchild]

fic friday 🌪✨

tagged by @actuallyitsellie on her wonderful fanart friday have some of the unedited rambles from the epilogue of the storm chaser fic (i can't believe my baby's almost finished...)

They’re sprawled out across a blanket on a dark beach hours away from the city when Tommy realized that this was it for him.  Evan was it for him.  He’d already known of course, he’d probably known it since the moment he first kissed Evan and his entire world came to life again.  

But as he laid there under a clear calm sky full of stars instead of thundering clouds listening to Evan tell him the stories of the constellations he realized that this was it.  This is what he wanted for the rest of his life.  He wanted to spend every day with Evan listening to his rambling tangents, watching him stay up far too late working, taking care of him when he was hurt or sick— he wanted it all, from tonight to fifty-five years from now.  This was it.

He couldn’t fathom going back to his life before Evan, now that he knew him, had him, loved him— the dull in and out of his daily routine would be even less fulfilling then it had been before.  

Then Evan had come stumbling into him— literally— and he’d taken a gamble, a simple kiss that could have gone so many different ways but had led to so much more.

Evan was the love of his life, just like he’d told Sal all those months ago, but he was so much more than that.  He was air in his lungs, the ground beneath his feet, the beat of his heart— Evan was everything.

friday is definitely over and this week has been crazy but some tags for my lovelies: @bibuckkinard @rdng1230 @broadwayshelbay @tiltingheartand @perfectlysunny02

@geniusjester @jackmichaela @herrmannhalsteadproduction

[wayward-sherlock]

hi i got emotional writing this. enjoy.

[verbenaa]

wip wednesday~

thank you to my talented and amazing @elinorbard for tagging me!! I am actually on time this week (shocking, I know.) I am still working on chapter 8 of to eden, which has managed to grow to 10k and I'm still going 😅 sorry about that haha. hopefully it shall be completed soon! here's a little something I was working on last night in the meantime 🤭

Ask me to stay.  The words come from a deep, dark part of her mind unbidden; but the wanting they bring with them threatens to ruin her. “Well, it’s been lovely. You’re always such a treat.” Astarion summons a veil across his eyes, an empty smirk on his lips as he sits up beside her. “You should get some sleep, darling. Who knows who you will need to convince to kill themselves tomorrow?” It’s like a slap to the cheek—cold water to wake her from the hazy warmth of a dream.  “Oh.” She bites her lip, hoping she hides her disappointment well enough; but from the way Astarion averts his gaze to focus on an invisible point on other side of the tent, she doesn’t need to worry much. “I suppose you need your beauty sleep, then? Far be it from me to get in the way.” Rin doesn’t want to hear his answer, she decides, as she makes to sit beside him and the blanket that had so briefly covered them both falls to their laps. She’s not quite certain she can bear look at him either, not at the cool and aloof expression that seems to have taken residence across his features.  He hadn’t looked like that when he kissed her. 

tagging @khywren @inkymoonbunny @ladyduellist @xxnashiraxx @preciouslittlebhaalbae @roguishcat to post something if you all feel like it! no pressure 💖🌷 and apologies if any of you have already been tagged as well!

[captain-gillian]

happy monday from the future & thanks for the tags @lemonlyman-dotcom @bonheur-cafe @nisbanisba @carlos-in-glasses @reyesstrand @paperstorm & @irispurpurea here's sevenish sentences of something new i'm working on

“Marwani, come in. Smoothie?” Captain Strand opens the door with a beaming smile, hands her a grey-green concoction with a glass straw in it, and sits behind his desk. “It has chia for omega threes, goji berries for an antioxidant boost and goat milk kefir for probiotics. It's always important to fortify your gut microbiome in times of stress. And don’t worry, I checked everything, and it’s all halal, even the kefir.”

“Uh, thanks.” Marjan accepts the smoothie, sipping warily as she sits across from her Captain, steeling herself to hear what she screwed up this time.

But he doesn’t scold; he sits forward and asks her sincerely, “How are your parents doing? Your sister?” 

Her shoulders soften as she sits deeper into the chair, relaxing a little knowing this wasn’t a reprimand but a check-in about the record-breaking hurricane that had decimated her former home of Miami. Captain Strand was always good like that to everyone on the team, and that’s another reason the place felt like such a second home. 

“They’re better off than most,” Marjan says, “The destruction missed my parents' place by one block, and they have water and power, so my sister, extended family and friends have been staying with them. They’re helping everyone out as best as they can. It could have been so much worse.”

Marjan wasn’t sure if it was by sheer luck or an act of God that her family had been spared. Either way, she was eternally grateful, she knew so many other families who hadn’t been so lucky. The casualty rates were climbing by the day. If things hadn’t worked out for her here in Austin, she could have been one of those numbers. She’d heard yesterday that the missing crew from her former firehouse had been found. There were no survivors.

as always, an open tag & no pressure tagging:

@nancys-braids @pelorsdyke @carlos-tk @rmd-writes @welcometololaland

@sugdenlovesdingle @literateowl @eclectic-sassycoweyes @alrightbuckaroo 

[kaitaiga]

WIP Whenever

Continuing the fake screenshot series…can you guess what mission this is? 👀

[sunfloweraro]

WIP Saturday

Hi folks! I’m trying something new: I plan to share snippets or scenes from my current WIP every Saturday from now on! For the next few weeks/months they’ll be from my Stitch series while I work on the next part. Enjoy!

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“Good. I…” Hyrule trailed off, eyes darting behind Warriors. A smirk lifted his lips.

“What? What are you—” Something slammed into his back, and Warriors let out an oomph as he was shoved forward. His tea—thankfully less than half full—was knocked over, contents spilling all over Legend’s polished oak dining table.

Arms wrapped around his neck, fingers locking together. “Morning!”

Warriors grinned despite the lost tea, a plan forming in his head. “Good morning, my friend. I see you’re feeling peppy today.”

“Mhmm!” Wind agreed, loud in Warriors’ ear. He lowered his voice. “Thanks to—hey!” Warriors latched onto Wind’s arms, locking him in place. Then, he stood, dragging Wind up with him and forcing him to latch on with his legs around Warriors’ waist.

“Guess I’ll have to clean this tea up,” Warriors announced, shooting Hyrule a smirk before turning on his heel and swinging Wind around behind him.

Wind laughed, bright and bubbly and golden to Warriors’ ears, holding on tighter. “Let me go!”

“Hmm, I should take this mug to the sink first, shouldn’t I?” And he spun around again, releasing one of Wind’s arms to grab the mug. Hyrule had a hand over his mouth as he snickered, eyes alight with mirth. Warriors winked at him, then turned again, mug and Sailor in tow.

“Warriors!” Wind’s shout might’ve woken the rest of their companions. Warriors would suffer the consequences any day, for his young friend to be so cheerful again.

Warriors let go of Wind’s arms to wash up his mug, but Wind held on, leaning his head over Warriors’ shoulder to watch. Warriors didn’t mind, when Wind was so scrawny and weighed nothing to him. When he was done, he latched on to Wind again and began to spin, unable to hold back his laughing when Wind shrieked with delight—and yep, the others were definitely awake, now.

Wind was still huffing and laughing when Warriors stopped. Clung a little tighter. “Thanks, Wars,” Wind murmured, leaning over Warriors’ shoulder again.

Warriors nudged him gently with his head. “Anytime, beansprout.”

Wind squawked in complaint. “What does that even mean?”

[redpenship]

cosmic wip

an: this fic is taking me FOREVER to write and i like this convo quite a bit so I am posting it on tumblr!!

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This was a huge claim. Starline blinked in surprise. “You . . . stabilized an energy circuit? Without a surge protector?”

Ivo gave him another paper from the folder. Starline stared at it blankly. On the paper was a schematic for a capsule; in the main section was a drawing of a small bird, and attached to the bottom was a battery. The title read: animal-powered battery. 

“This must be some kind of joke,” Starline mumbled incredulously. In what world could animals power a facility like this on their own? He couldn’t even begin to imagine how they would stabilize his energy electrical circuit. That was a feat physicists had been trying to achieve for decades. And here, Ivo was claiming to have done it own his own. Without training. 

“It’s not a joke! I’ve been using those batteries as my main source of power for many years, now.” Appearing excited, Ivo leaned forward and tapped the schematic with a finger. “They work because I adapted our laws to the conditions of this world. You are a biologist first, so I will explain this simply: Chaos Emeralds respond to the needs of living creatures. Without their interference, the animals inside the capsule would die during the energy extraction process. The emeralds protect the animals by supplying the electrical circuit with enough energy to function without killing them.” 

Starline blinked. Ivo was right—he was a biologist, not a physicist. He hadn’t looked at energy physics in a very long time. But despite his inexperience, he understood just how big this stable energy capsule could be. Ivo had made a breakthrough in Earth’s sciences. Unstable energy had suppressed the planet’s sciences for millions of years. If Ivo’s invention really worked . . .

“Given your silence, I can only assume that you’ve come to understand the grander implications of this capsule,” Ivo said. He took the schematic and put it back into the folder. “Don’t get too excited. I have no intentions of sharing this with anyone else for the time being.” 

He was keeping it for himself? “Why?” Starline demanded. “You could help science everywhere!” 

Ivo shook his head. “This will not help science. It is a temporary fix to a much larger problem. To help science, I will need to present a complete solution to the energy crisis.” 

“This is a good first step!” Starline argued. “Other physicists could use this to find the solution!”

As Starline spoke, Ivo’s face fell. He said his next words sternly. “If human science was capable of solving the crisis, we would have done it by now. I accomplished what I did by abandoning our methods completely. No other scientists would have been willing to do such a thing.”

They were right back to Ivo’s initial argument: humans, and by extension their science, are idiots. “What makes you think so?”

“Anyone who is allowed to practice science in a lab has completed the circuit of higher education. To survive such a circuit, students must depersonalize themselves and accept rigorous training. They are traumatized into accepting academic dogma even if it seems unnatural to them. Upon graduation from such a system, how many of them will be willing to abandon everything they’ve learned to perform ‘unscientific’ experiments?”

Starline immediately disagreed. “They’re rigorously trained to meet scientific standards.” 

“On a non-standard planet! Everything they’re learning is useless until we can solve the energy crisis.” 

The logic didn’t add up. “Then the crisis is unsolvable. Unless you mean to say that you’re the only one who can do it?”

Ivo crossed his ams with a huff. “I’ve hit a road block in my research. Now that I have the capsules, I am finding it more and more difficult to pretend that I don’t have expectations for my experiments. Staying away from university could only bring me so far. No matter what I do, I will always make assumptions about the future and my experiments. It is an unconscious way of thinking that I cannot overcome; my brain simply cannot accept the uncertainty created by Chaos Energy.” 

Unconscious ways of thinking. It all clicked at once. Starline looked to the cognitive tests on the table in front of him and realized exactly what conclusion Ivo had drawn from them.

“You think only someone with a traditional Mobian worldview can solve the energy crisis,” he said. Ivo nodded his agreement and Starline kept going. “It has to be someone comfortable with uncertainty . . . someone with an intuitive understanding of Chaos Energy.” 

“Precisely! The energy crisis will only be solved by someone whose first reaction to learning the law of conservation of energy is to refute its existence.”

[ksbbb]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday (Excerpt from Love is a Twisted Dance of Shadows)

“Can I ask who paid?” Liam asks, dreading the thought of Mason paying for him when he doesn’t have much more money than he does, and he refuses to take any help from his parents.

Liam can’t believe he did this.

“A person named Raeken.” The woman curtly replies and she stands up, waiting for him to leave.

“Who? Then take this! For next month.” He urges, ready to short circuit from Theo’s insertion into his life and how the fuck does he even know he needed it to be paid? Must be sending out spies like the overbearing wolf he is.

The audacity of this guy. He was so proud of not paying it too late. Only four days to be exact, and now he’s standing in the office like a clown, trying to pay this lady who’s been nothing but stuck up.

“It’s been paid off. You’re good until your lease is up. Next year.” The woman smiles, seeming kinder now, as Liam makes a list of reasons why he’s going to find a way to move apartment buildings.

“How can you let someone just pay for things without asking? What about me? The tenant!” Liam scoffs, sounding ungrateful and delusional to this poor woman. She’d understand why he’s behaving like this if she met Theo.

Tagging @thiamsxbitch @maplesyrizzup @hemlocksandfoxgloves @mmoosen @wolfboy88 @honestlydarkprincess @chasing-chimeras @theoceanismyinkwell

[wisehearts]

I just want to see prince will seduce mike by coaxing him to join his bath in his kingdom’s hot springs 🥺🥺 wiggling that cute butt out of the water when he sees his paladin on guard duty, the little minx 😚 I wonder if this is what finally causes mike to give in and let himself have some fun

oh god those hot springs would be sooo lush and ...inviting 😏 when prince will gets out of that bath you just know there's extremely convenient sunlight making his body glisten, and mike weak in the knees. Perfect place for them to fool around in. Once again mike battling professionalism, *chef's kiss*!

mike wondering if this is something will does this with other guards but... other knights surely would've spoken about it amongst each other if they'd been lucky enough to pleasure the youngest prince, and mike's never heard a thing. maybe he feels special, maybe he feels red hot seeing will's eyes glaze over as he undresses above him, maybe mike is actually so so scared because having will like this means so much more to him than he thinks it does to will, who can have whoever he wants if he so chooses. (will only wants mike and he's a sweet seductress about it) (I'm getting carried away it always happens with these two. god.)

I love the mention of a bath in the au like you GET it nonny! one of my oldest and longest running byler wips is my royalty au and it has a bath scene and because I am - maybe unbearably - excitable I wanted to share a bit of it!:

[oceanwithouthermoon]

OKAY im posting this crappy wip kubosai one-shot because ive been lagging severely on writing... sorry if its cringe, its completely unedited rn</3

this is roughly 1800 words.. the actual wip is about 4000 LOL but i skipped a couple parts so this is about half the wip i guess..

Kusuo was sitting at his desk with his legs curled to his chest, glaring at nothing, when his phone dinged next to him. Already not in the best mood, he sneered as his eyes snapped over to the device. The noise had disturbed one of his favorite pastimes; being moody for no reason and doing nothing, and the bright light was equally disturbing. When he looked over, it also shone the time as "1:36am" which ruined his blissful unawareness of how long he'd been brooding. His unusually accurate internal clock could have told him that, really, but Kusuo would never pass up an opportunity to be mad about something stupid.

His eyes softened significantly when he caught sight of what the notification actually was. A text from contact name "Kuboyasu Aren" with no contact picture. Yeah, that was how Kusuo kept all his contacts. Super boring and super normal.

He clenched his teeth, trying to bring his anger from before back after realizing how much and how easily his mood lifted just reading his classmate's name.

His phone had gone back to a black screen before Kusuo could read the actual contents of the message, so he begrudgingly unfurled himself from his position with a heavy sigh. He planted his feet back on the floor just a bit too aggressively and swiped up his phone as he stomped over to his bed to flop himself down on it.

When he finally turned his phone back on, the notification read “3m ago” and he clicked on it.

The message read, “hey princess when u wake up do u wanna hangout ??!? could i come overrr tomorrow please”

Annoying lack and misuse of punctuation, but Kusuo has learned that this tends to be the norm in texting, especially with other teenagers. In all fairness, the way Kusuo texts isn't very conventional either. He made fun of Toritsuka’s severe overuse of emojis once, and then immediately got ganged up on by all of the self proclaimed ‘PK psychickers’ because he tends to overuse emoticons in the same way. He doesn't know how else to express himself over text, alright? He learned to text only from his mom, Akechi, and Aiura and this is just how it turned out.

And for your information, the stupid princess pet name was just some silly thing Kuboyasu had gotten in the habit of doing lately. Trust Kusuo when he says it's much more embarrassing when he says it out loud, especially at school, than when he texts it, though knowing that his name in Kuboyasu’s contacts was “My Princess :)” was probably even worse.

Anyway, Kuboyasu had clearly made the assumption that Kusuo would be sleeping at this hour. Well, usually he would be. Kusuo LOVES getting his sleep in, but he just so happened to have taken a very long nap earlier that day, so he had a late dinner, and subsequently a late dessert. So, his usually abnormally fast metabolism hadn't quite been rid of all the sugar and caffeine he'd consumed not long ago. A series of unfortunate events, really, which culminated in him not being tired enough to sleep yet. At least he got to get in his usual ‘angrily staring at nothing for no reason’ time that he accidentally skipped because of his nap, although that did just get interrupted too.

So finally, he responded to Kuboyasu with, “I'm awake. (-.-;) Sure, I guess.”

Kuboyasu read the message and began typing unnervingly quickly after it was sent. “really ?!?!? also y r u awake lol i thought u would be asleep hours ago”

The poor guy probably wasn't expecting him to say yes immediately. Kusuo usually would argue about it for a bit before giving in to the teasing and pleading of his self proclaimed friends. It was way too late (/early) to play that game right now though, he knew he would just say yes in the end anyway. It had nothing to do with him actually wanting to see the dumb former punk who he had been unusually close with lately.

The taller boy just GOT him in a way other people never did. His undying loyalty and honesty was a refreshing contrast from many of the other people the psychic was often forced to be around. Loyal, honest, strong, romantic, protective. Not that those last few things affected the way he interacted with Kusuo or anything…

Kusuo replied again, “Yes. And I usually would be, but… too much caffeine. (￣^￣)”

Another quick response, “lol thats totally something u would do.. since ur up, r u down to call right now ?”

“To call? It's almost 2am. ಠ_ಠ Why are YOU awake anyway?”

“lol i know i know but im so bored… i just cant sleep.. we can be quiet on the call, but id like to hear ur voice right now :)”

Good grief, ew. How disgusting. “Hm… okay. ∩(｡-_-｡)∩”

(Don't you dare ask Kusuo why his internal monologue is so different from what he actually replies with. It's definitely not because he's an unreliable narrator who doesn't want to admit to himself or anyone that he actually wants to talk to a boy. Why would that be the case? Don't be dumb.)

Kusuo forgot to turn his ringer off before Kuboyasu could call him, so despite entirely expecting the phone call, the loud ringing startled him into dropping his phone on his face. How embarrassing, all-powerful psychic drops his phone on his face at almost 2am.

He scrambled to pick it back up and answer it so that the noise wouldn't wake up his parents. It would be really easy for him to just lull them back to sleep with his telepathy the second they wake up, but it would be inconvenient and his dad might complain in the morning. About either remembering waking up or just about not getting a good night’s sleep.

He finally clicked the answer button, luckily before his parents could wake up, and held back a sigh as he held the phone up to his ear.

“Hey, princess!” Kuboyasu was speaking in a whisper yell, probably also a room away from his sleeping parents.

“Hello.” He tried to speak in a way that wouldn't give away the fact that he was recovering from a smack to the face. Phone calls were a bit awkward for Kusuo, since microphones didn't pick up on his telepathy so he had to use his actual voice to speak over the phone. He always just hoped people wouldn't notice the extra rasp to his voice, but the late hour might work in his favor in this situation.

“So what have you been up to?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing? Up at 2 am and you're just sitting there, doing nothing?”

“Yes, that's exactly what I've been doing. What else is there to do at 2am?”

“Well, I've been making the most of MY time, personally.”

“And how have you been doing that, exactly?”

“Thinkin’ about you.”

“...”

“...”

“... *snort*” Okay, how could that NOT make him laugh? He took the phone slightly away from his face and laughed into his hand.

“What?? It's true!” The idiot couldn't hold back his laughter either.

“Yeah, yeah, okay… whatever, you're such a pain…”

“Yeah? Am I?”

“Yes.”

“And yet, you're here talking to me at 2 am just because I asked you to? Admit it, you love it.”

“Tch. You really need to get over yourself, you know that?”

“Well. Humor me for a bit longer, will you?”

“You're desperate.”

“For you.”

Kusuo muttered into his hand, “Oh my god.”

“I wish I could see your face right now, I know you're blushing.”

“Yeah, right. Not like you can prove that.”

“You want me to?”

“What do you mean?”

“You want me to come over there and check?”

Kusuo could hear the smirk in Kuboyasu’s voice. The jerk knew Kusuo couldn't say no to him. They both knew this game. Kusuo would deny him just for show, even though they both know he wants to say yes, and Kuboyasu would tease the truth out of him. Well, fine. Kusuo could play this game.

“You want to sneak out of your house and into mine at 2am just so you can check how successful your teasing is?”

“Mhm. Not just that, I would do anything to see my pretty princess’ face right now. I'm bored, you're bored, the only solution is for the knight to rescue the princess from this ailment, obviously.”

“You're an idiot.”

“You want to see me, I know it.” And he did. Kusuo could hear shuffling over the phone. That asshole was probably already putting his shoes on, knowing Kusuo would say yes. “What, you scared to prove me right? You don't want me to see your pretty pink face right now?”

… Kuboyasu was good at this game. He knows that husky voice is fucking irresistible. To Kusuo, at least. “... Okay, okay. Only so I can prove you WRONG.”

He knew Kuboyasu was smiling, but then the mood settled a bit. “You serious, Saiki? I know I'm messing with you, but I won't pressure you if you don't wanna sneak me in. I mean, that's kinda a lot to ask now that I'm thinkin’ about it. I really wanna see you, but I wouldn't make you do that.”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up, I've already made up my mind. Are YOU sure? You realize how late and dark it is, yeah? You can't just stroll the streets at 2 am, you're gonna get hurt.”

“Awee, you worried about me, princess? No need, your knight in shining armor can protect himself just fine.”

"... Fine. Just stay on the phone with me."

"Hm? While I walk?"

He figured Kuboyasu wouldn't want to have a conversation over the phone in favor of paying attention to his surroundings, but... Kusuo couldn't help but be nervous about his friend's safety at this hour. He just wanted to make sure he was fine the whole walk.

"We don't have to talk, just... stay on the phone with me..."

Kuboyasu snorted. "What, you gonna miss me in those, what, ten whole minutes?"

Kusuo scoffed quietly. "Don't be so full of yourself. I'm just making sure you don't trip and fall or something at 2am on the way to my house. Wouldn't want the blame to fall back on me." He somehow still managed to convey snark in his almost monotone voice despite his whisper.

Kuboyasu chuckled softly, as he snarked back teasingly, "You know I can take care of myself. Can't believe you're still worried about me~."

Kusuo did know that. It didn't change anything. And he WASN'T worried, he just knew that his various nuisances tended to get into trouble when he wasn't there to monitor them. He was always getting them out of trouble even in broad daylight, so there was absolutely no reason to think that walking alone in the middle of the night would prove to be an exception.

"Just shut up and don't hang up, alright?"

He heard the quiet creak of a door closing and shutting, barely drowning out Kuboyasu’s attempt at muffling his laughter. "Alright, sweet boy. I'm right here."

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EWWWW CRINGEE EW THEY HAVE COOTIES

[wayward-sherlock]

pov you Experience something so now it’s time to Project (2am edition)