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🔵Specs👓
Me: h ello , Are you awake
Specs: dude what it's like 1 am
Me: yes.
Are you awake
Specs: Yeah??
Seriously, what's going on, Emp????
Me: good.
What is your favorite activity ?
Specs: gng why do we need to know ts at 1 in the morning
I like walking and figure skating and stuff ig, why?
Me: What does ‘gng’ mean ?
Specs:
gng- Gang
Ts- this shit/this
Ig- I guess
Me: ah. Ok.
Specs: Seriously man why are you up right now?
[Edited message from: “Seriously man why are you up rn”]
Me: Im not very tired
Specs: have you tried any melatonin?
Me: i can't get tbat
Specs: ??
What do you mean ‘can't'? Are you allergic to it or sum?
*something
Me: no
Specs: Why then?
Me: (my pare)
[Unsent]
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“FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME, STOP CALLING ME A BITCH!”
“IF YOU ACT LIKE A BITCH, I'M GONNA CALL YOU ONE!”
“I swear to GOD with you! I-”
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Me: I can't leave my room right now
Specs: Oh? are you grounded?
Me: no, it's just
Loud
Specs: Really? Prinz doesn't seem to be the type to cause a ruckus
Especially nor at this hour
***not
Me: he's asleep
Specs: listen, is there something you're nor telling me?? This isn't making a lot of sense Emp
***********not
Me: nothing in particular …
Specs: you can tell me anything
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Me: my parents are fighting
Specs: oh, I'm sorry :( Are you alright?
Me: i think so
Specs: I don't really know what that's like
Do thwy do that alot?
Me: about once every th ree months or so I would assume
The ones i hear anyway
Specs: I'm sorry to hear rhat :( are you safe? Is Prinz?
Me: we are fine .
They re just loud …
Wait
Specs: what?
Me: are you doing anything at the moment?
Specs: its one am so no
Me: come over
Specs: IT'S ONE AM SO NO??
Me: please ?
Specs: .
Right now or?
Me: now
Specs: jesus emperor
Do you want me to come in through the window or something??
Me: yes
I will open the window for you and pull out a ladder
Specs: holy shit
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🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈🏳️🌈gay ass fuck🎧 (HP)
Me: holy shit
HP: girl what its like 1 am
Me: that's what I said
HP: what tf u on about bitch 😭💔✌️
Me: emperor just asked me over
HP: NAHHH
that's actually insane lmfao
SAYYESSAYYESSAYYESSAYYESSAYYESSAYYESSAYYESSAYYESSAYYESSAYYESSAYYESSAYYESSAYYESSAYYESSAYYESSAYYES
Me: fuck u 😭
HP: no cuz like why the hell does he want you ovr rn 💔💔
Do he wanna ride it
Me: I actually fucking hate you
And he said it was because
Prinz wanted someone to do puzzles with
HP: AT ONE AM?? 🥹
Me: at one am 😔💔🙏
HP: girl let's be so fr rn
why
Me: srry I'm not gonna say idk if he'd want me to
HP: ohhhh ok wtvr
So you hate me
Me: .
HP: and you want me dead
Me: Im not telling you, you do realize this right
HP: no no I get it
I'm just not enough for you I get it 😔
Me: should I say yes
HP: fuck yeah
Me: bet
Okkkk Love youuuu gn
Wait why r u still up????
HP: staying up to do the gay potion drinking challenge at 3 am
Me: tf is that finna do
HP: no no you have a point ngl
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Specs: Heading over now
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“YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME!”
“THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE ALWAYS SPEWING THE SAME SHIT, JERSEY! GOD- I'M FUCKING TIRED OF YOU AND YOUR FUCKING BULLSHIT!”
“I TOLD YOU THAT I DIDN'T LIKE-”
“WE CAN NEVER-”
“BITCH-”
“HOE-”
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Emperor teetered a hanging ladder, one that was next to the outside of his window, down until the end hit the ground.
He waited for a bit until he saw Specs walking through a gate in the back of the garden. There was a path that went almost directly towards Emperor. Emperor waved his hands wildly to gesture Specs towards it.
Once Specs was climbing the ladder, Emperor started to feel that familiar heart pounding sensation, had his parents not been so loud, maybe Specs could have heard it.
“The King welcomes you to his manor.” Emperor grunted as he assisted Specs by pulling him up by his underarms once he reached a high enough point to be in arm's reach.
Specs breathed in and out a few times to catch his breath from the walk, “Ah-... H-hello, Emp…”
Emperor took Specs into his room, the gifted iridescent crystals from a now moved-out older sister that sat at the windowsill rustled a bit by their movements, but the moonlight reflected nicely onto the two, amplified by the crystals. Spec's face was a kaleidoscope of cool tone colors, blues and purples scattered on his face, meanwhile Emperor had warm and bright colors across him, the reflected light shining brightly enough for the two inklings to see each other.
Specs didn't fully take in the scenery, captivated still by the thrill of just sneaking out. Meanwhile, Emperor tried to take in every bit of the moment, but any moment with Specs… he would've done that anyways.
“Emp?” He whispered, trying not to alert Emperor's parents, “You’re… staring.“
Emperor cleared his throat, “The king does no such thing!” He haughtily tilted his chin up, as he did so, his mother started to get louder, her voice cutting through Emperor's arrogance and making him flinch back to a more normal posture. His gaze uncomfortably shifted to his own feet, “Ignore them…”
Specs tentatively took a few steps forward, before embracing Emperor in a warm, comforting hug, his night attire, a white T-shirt and basketball shorts, clung almost magnetically towards Emperor, as if this was just supposed to happen, Emperor was supposed to be in his arms…
Emperor jolted slightly as he felt Specs nuzzle his head into his collarbone and felt his hands grasp for his back; Emperor didn't falter for much longer, however. Quickly returning the embrace by wrapping his hands around Specs's waist and letting his head fall to the top of Specs's.
Specs breathed in the other inkling- the scent of something floral clinging to the yellow boy, he found himself longing for more of it, more of the boy. He pushed himself further into the warm, soft skin. Emperor was wearing an overly large, designer black pajama shirt, one that left most of his neck and collarbone exposed, and big, baggy black sweatpants.
Specs could vaguely make out the argument between Emperor's parents, they were on the topic of keeping things from each other. “Do a lot of parents… do that?” Specs asked, his voice mumbly under the weight of Emperor's head.
“I'm not sure,” Emperor admitted, “maybe not.”
Specs hummed an understanding noise into Emperor’s neck, adjusting himself to be closer to him,”Mm… I'm sorry I'm not much help, I… I live with my aunt.”
Emperor lifted his grip higher, and squeezed tighter in reaction to Specs's words, “You're the most helpful, Specs…”
The two stood there for a bit, some cold wind coming from the window, which was still left open, occasionally directly hitting the two, and the sound of Emperor's parents bickering and yelling echoing through the large manor.
Emperor pulled Specs away a few inches so he could speak to him face to face, “We could occupy ourselves with cards, if you'd like; or we could find a puzzle, or I could slip out and evade my parents to find something we could watch a film with, or we-”
Emperor's rambling was broken by Specs's yawn, cutting right through him and stabbing him directly into the heart, his face heating up at the adorable little noise, Specs jolted up a bit, “No, no, I'm sorry, keep going…?”
Emperor could see the way Specs's face drooped slightly, his eyes drifting out of focus and his steady breathing constantly being interrupted by the yawns that followed every few inhales, and he decided to drape his hand around his waist and lead the sleepy man to the bed.
“Mmm… are we… gonna play cards here…?” he mumbled as he aimlessly and clumsily followed Emperor, leaning unknowingly his entire weight on the man, replied to only
Emperor lowered Specs onto the edge of the massive 4 poster bed, his touch staying on his back before he moved to sit behind Specs.
Specs slumped backwards onto his chest, making Emperor's heartbeat race as he felt the soft pressure of Specs's body against him. He tentatively lifted a hand to drape over Specs's stomach as he propped himself on one elbow to lay down.
Specs must have been completely exhausted to be tired this numbingly; he was probably staying up to work on battle strategies again, or maybe he just lost track of time. Emperor couldn't wait to ask him all about it in the morning…
As his parents grew louder, Emperor had the instinct to pull Specs yet closer towards him, to be protective of himself or Specs, he hadn't a clue.
His entire reason for wanting Specs to sneak over was, well, for one, he just wanted to be with Specs, and two… he was… scared.
He had never liked loud noises, and his parents… weren't a very fond experience.
But having Specs in his arms made it entirely bearable.
He held him closer, the man a dead weight against his chest and he remained sideways on the bed. His attention drifted to Specs's head, the back of it was facing Emperor.
He pulled away the hand he put on Specs's chest and started to slowly raise it to Specs's hairline, rubbing his forehead softly before holding it in place and to steady himself as he slowly lowered his lips to the top of Specs's head.
Just as he grazed it, making the most electrifyingly little amount of contact, he heard the front door of the home being slammed, he flinched, as he did so, he vaguely made out the sound of the car engine being turned on and tires screeching. As the sounds went into the distance of the road, he could hear the muffled, far away cries of his mother.
His breath hitched.
What was that?
…
Did… did he just…
The uncertainty of what had just happened combined with the certainty that his dad had left and drove away spiked Emperor's oxygen intake, his grip on Specs loosening.
He didn't like this. He didn't like this at all.
He hates this.
He feels nothing but dread and he doesn't know if it's normal.
The lack of force caused Specs to stir, he lazily opened his eyes, keeping the lidded as he slowly looked around, “Emp…?”
“I… apologize, did I wake you?” He asked, not realizing how his voice shaked.
Specs leaned into Emperor further, “did they… stop? I don't hear anything,” he looked at the door of the bedroom.
“Something like that, yes,” he looked down.
“What happened?”
“He…”
Specs let his hand travel to Emperor's back, caressing the man gently, pushing soft, rhythmic circles into his shoulder.
Emperor finally pulled Specs closer and rested his chin on his head, “...he left.”
Specs let out a confused hum, “your dad did?” he tilted his head up to look at Emperor.
Emperor nodded weakly, “I believe so.”
By some cause of a sleepy, half thought out impulse, Specs rolled over, and started to nuzzle his face into Emperor's neck.
Emperor blinked, “a-ah!” He gasped a bit, the noise muffled into Specs's head, the movement tickled Emperor's chin a bit, but no matter what, he would have gotten that tingly, electric feeling.
Spec's efforts slowed as he finally let out a defeated yawn, he maneuvered his hands to hug onto Emperor as he clung to him.
They were still above the covers, so Emperor reached for the edge of the blanket that hung over the side of the bed and hauled it over the two of them, careful to not disturb Specs too much by his movements.
The blanket was heavy on them, pulling them further into the mattress, the side was unfortunately too short to reach both of them fully, so Emperor made the grand sacrifice of leaving his back exposed to the air of the room.
Specs arched his face up, pulling away from Emperor just enough to see his face, “...Good night, Emperor…” he drawled, despite his best efforts, his face still fell back onto Emperor.
Emperor's breath hitched as the man tumbled back onto him, but he quickly grasped his hands around the blue boy possessively and tightly, much stronger than before as the rush of pure affection and gratitude and admiration crashed over him because of him.
Specs was just truly amazing, beautiful and amazing.
And he didn't have any hesitation left to stop himself from kissing the top of Specs's head anymore.
He held himself there, it was too late at night for him to truly comprehend the weight of the action, what it meant about how he felt; all he knew in the moment was that Specs was there, he couldn't bring himself to worry about his parents right now, only Specs.
As he parted from the contact, his face got red. There was something so overwhelming about the feeling Specs gave him, he wasn't used to it, he didn't even understand it.
But the attempts at putting any thought into his feelings were made impossible by the haziness of his mind at an hour like this, so he settled on just wrapping yet tighter against Specs.
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“...r?”
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“...eror?”
…
“...mperor? Emperor?”
The soft sound of Specs's voice started to overshadow the dreamlessly unconscious state he had been in until now, and he slowly began to stir awake, “hmmm… Prinz, just… five more… minutes…”
“It's Specs.”
“...What is… why… how is you… why… is Specs here…?”
Specs slowly started to caress Emperor's face with the soft touch of his hands, during the morning, Specs had gotten up, now he kneeled, slanting slightly as he began to wake Emperor up. “You invited me…” he murmured.
Emperor found himself leaning into to Specs's palm, feeling his warm skin meeting his. “Oh, good…” he mumbled, his demeanor aching with sleep as he finally began to open his eyes enough to see, he started to wipe the corners of his eyes with his own hand, his vision clearing enough to see the stunning man before him.
The early morning rays coming from the still opened windows gleamed behind the edges of his figure dazzlingly.
Behind Specs's glasses were his tired, blue eyes, some eyebags had formed, and there was an indent near the corner of his eyebrow where the glasses had poked into during the night, as he didn't get much chance to have taken them off.
“Beautiful…” Emperor mumbled subconsciously, his eyes lidding ever so slightly.
“Huh?” Specs replied, unsure of if he missed anything or had misheard Emperor's muttering. He pulled his hand away and curiously tilted his head.
“N-nothing,” he cleared his throat, sitting up against his pillows, his cheeks feeling warm as Specs's touch ghosted his skin and at the embarrassment he had with saying such a compliment out loud… not to mention the way his stomach was starting to home butterflies from the look Specs was giving him.
The silence stretched on for a bit, their breathing being the only thing audible in the large space. Specs tugged at the blanket, listening to the swishing sounds as he pulled on it.
Prinz's footsteps outside were amplified by the quietness, the new sound jump-starting Spec's thoughts enough to get off the bed, “Shit-... my aunt… I should get back there before she knows I'm gone.”
The lack of Specs's immediate presence fueled something longing inside him, and that fueled what would be his next course of action. He instinctively reached out to grip onto Specs's forearm. “W-wait!”
“Agh! W-what…?” He looked back at Emperor.
“I… thank you… for coming over…” he mumbled, his grip loosening until his hand fell back to his side, he looked away.
Specs paused for a moment, glancing at the window than briefly back to Emperor, his heart started to pound in his throat as he thought of the way he wanted to say bye.
In a burst of energy, he paced forwards, cupped Emperor's face gently, and then began to press a kiss to his cheek, he resided there for a heartbeat too long before launching himself backwards, his face completely beet red as he began to retreat. he forced a laugh, “AHA! OKAY. SEE YOU LATER. BYE.”
He plunged himself awkwardly out the window, careful enough to not fall face first.
Emperor gave an indignant peep at the gesture, watching completely wide eyed as Specs's figure darted out the window, his crystals and the newfound sunshine burning delightfully onto his face.
He was completely speechless, before pulling his hand to the place Specs had kissed, the warmth stayed and the feeling hovered ghostly over the spot.
He blinked a few times to try to undo the fuzzy state his mind had been left in as he ran over to the window, watching as Specs made his way down and left through the garden, the same way he came.
His breath hitched as he shakily raised a hand to wave farewell, although, since Specs wasn't turned around, it was more metaphorical if anything.
He gulped down on his own saliva and fell backwards onto his bed, he sat for a minute before grabbing a long pillow and squeezing it tightly against himself as he giddily kicked his feet onto the mattress’ cushioning.
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