#it's nothing bad thank christ so I'd just rush there to sit around and wait

[servuscallidus]

can things I have no social script for stop happening for five minutes

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Go Go Let's Go! Let's Go! Dateko! (Pt 2. Smut)

⚠️THIS FIC IS 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI ⚠️

Warnings: swearing, gross amount of fluff, oral sex (female and male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cum play, cum eating, implied shower sex

Word Count: 7,000 +

Kenji refused to tell you where the tournament was in hopes that you would just not show. But you knew better. Not only would you get to see your son play but lord that coach!

You wandered into the Date Tech section as you lean over the railings. The team is gathered around the bench ad the coach is giving them a pep talk before the game

"Futakuchi you're mom came" Obara laughs as he nudges Kenji.

"Please don't make eye contact with her it will only encourage her" he says as he places his hands on his face.

Coach Oiwake turns to see you beaming as you wave to the team. He gives you a small nod and a smile as you blush and take your seat.

"Miss Futakuchi?" A voice from besides you says.

"Oh Moniwa! It's so good to see you!" You smile as you wave to the other boys.

The boys look at you as Moniwa introduces you "this is Futakuchi's mom! Miss Futakuchi, this is Kamasaki and Sasaya both former third years on the team."

"It's so nice to meet you boys! I'd like to apologize for my idiot son's ignorance as an underclassmen. He deserves to feel the pain of being team captain" you say as you smile to the boys.

The game progresses quickly as you catch glimpse of the coach looking up at you when he is able to spare a second. You catch his eyes smiling at him.

Kamasaki whispers to Moniwa and Sasaya "damn coach has got it out for Futakuchi's mom. You see those looks." 

 Moniwa rolls his eyes "come on man knock it off"

He looks to you ad he sees his former coach staring right at you

"Ok you right" Moniwa says as Kamasaki crosses his arms laughing.

After the game you proceed the hallway to wait for the boys with the third years. Kenji and the team walk up to you as Kenji rolls his eyes and buries his face.

"Oh knock it off Kenji. You act like I'm the most embarrassing thing in your life" you say as the third years and the team laugh.

"Mom notice how no other parents are here? That's because they care about their kids reputations" he says as he glares at you.

"Awe baby I care. Just not enough" you say as you laugh walking past the boys.

"Good game guys" you say waving as you round the corner.

You walk straight into coach Oiwake as he's reviewing his notes.

"Oh Y/N. I'm so sorry I didn't see you there" he says flustered

"Oh gosh it was all me! I'm such a klutz" you says laughing awkwardly.

"Say thanks for coming out to support the team. I know the boys appreciated it" he smiles.

"Everyone but Kenji" you chuckle as he laughs.

"I'm sure Futakuchi enjoyed it too. He's just into his roll as captain" coach says as he looks down.

"Say Y/N I was wondering" he says as he scratches the back of his head "would you like to have coffee sometime?"

You smile softly "of course Takuro! Only if we don't tell Kenji."

"Deal" he says as he smiles at you.

You started seeing Takuro as often as you could. You could talk nightly on the phone and see each other when you could. It helped that Kenji was the team captain and had his own active social life. Still it was hard to sneak away without him noticing.

You had been secretly seeing Takuro for a few weeks. Things were getting pretty steamy between the two of you. You had several heated makeout sessions with Takuro but nothing even went further. You always had to leave because Kenji expected you home and you already hated lying to your son about your relationship with his coach.

Takuro had asked you to spend the night with him the week prior and you had agreed. All you needed was a plan to convince Kenji of your absence. You start pondering as you begin preparing lunch. You had to tell him something as go why you wouldn't be home. He knew you didn't work this weekend so that wasn't good enough.

"Hey mom I won't be home this weekend" Kenji said as he rushed into the kitchen

well shit that was easy

"Oh where are you going" you question.

"Obara invited me to a party tonight and them tomorrow we are having a game with the third years. Those losers keep hanging around so we might as well put them to use" Kenji says as he chuckles.

You laugh "ok well don't do anything I wouldn't do"

"Geez mom don't set the bar too high. You literally use to sneak out of grandma and grandpa's house all the time" he laughed

"Hey HEY" you say trying to stay serious "ok yeah I was an awful kid. Go be free my child". You wave Kenji off as he bids you goodbye.

You smile as you text Takuro that you will be over tonight. You tell him your going to run to the store to grab ingredients to prepare dinner for the two of you.

As the night approaches you leave for Takuro’s house. You arrive at the store as you begin to shop. Suddenly a hand snakes around your waist as a face presses to your neck.

"I SWEAR TO GOD I HAVE A TASER" you scream as the voice laughs.

"I can't ever be cute can I?" Takuro laughs as you calm down from your near heart attack.

"Well not if you're going to stalk me! Jesus Takuro" you huff.

"I couldn't wait to see you sweetheart" he says as he kisses your neck. You giggle as he focuses on your sweet spot. 

 Unbeknownst to you, 2 pairs of eyes watch from outside the store window.

"Futakuchi isn't that your mom?" Obara says as he stops walking outside the store.

Kenji looks up and sees you hugging Coach Oiwake as he kisses your neck.

"What the fuck?" Kenji says angerly.

"Dude let's go before they see us" Obara pushes Kenji past the store window as Kenji feels his face heat with anger.

How could you lie to him?

You grab your groceries as Takuro carries them to your car.

You arrive at Takuro's house as you prepare to exit your car. He runs up to your car door, swinging it open as he grabs you from the seat.

"JESUS CHRIST TAKURO YOUR'RE GOING TO GIVE ME WHIPLASH" you scream as he tosses you over his shoulder, spanking your ass as he carries you inside.

He sets you down as he starts to kiss you deeply, pulling his track jacket off as he pulls your cardigan from your shoulders.

You giggle as he releases you lips and travels to your neck "impatient much? I just got here what's the rush big shoots?"

"Can't wait any longer" he says as he pulls away from you looking at you "you just drive me nuts Y/N. I just need you so bad."

He kisses you neck violently as he grasps you ass pulling you up to him. He signals for you to jump as he carries you to his room.

"Wait the groceries" you say in-between his kisses as his hands start to travel up your tank top.

"It's fine baby" he says as he lightly tickles your skin as he kisses you. He licks your lower lip asking for access as you pull away. You get up on your knees and crawl away from him towards the top of the bed. You sit on your knees and you cross your arms over your chest.

The man is flustered. His head hangs low as his arms rest on the bed, his muscles stretching his white t-shirt.

"No more sir until you get my groceries in" you pout as you look away from him trying to keep a straight face.

"Fuck-ok" he says waving his hand as he walks to your car to retrieve the groceries. You take the opportunity to strip your clothes, revealing your matching lace bra and panties set.

You kneel at the edge I the bed, waiting for Takuro to come back. Your hands resting on your lush thighs.

"Ok baby no-" Takuro begins to say as he walks into his room.

He stops as his eyes literally bulge from his head.

"Fuck" he whispers as he falls falls to his knees at the sight of your gorgeous body clad only in a small amount of fabric.

"D-Do you like it?" You say shyly. It wasn't like you to be self conscious but then again you haven't had sex in years.

Takuro can't speak.

you literally broke the man Y/N. RIP Coach Oiwake Takuro 2021

He just stares as you start to feel self conscious.

He gets up and walks over to you as he leans in front of you face. He smiles at you as he grabs the back of your head pulling you into a heated kiss.

He guides you back on the bed as you toy with the hem of his shirt. He straddles you as he sits up removing his shirt.

Fuck the man is built. For being in his late 40s he's sculpted like a Greek statue. You feel up his chest as he kisses you deeply exploring your mouth with his tongue. He releases you from the kiss as he stares down at you.

"Y/N I'm going fucking worship you baby" he says as he kisses down your neck.

You feel your core heat up as your panties begin to get wetter and wetter with every kiss. You can't help but moan as he reaches your sensitive spots.

He works his way down your chest. He kisses your nipples over your lingerie as he moves the straps down to kiss your shoulders.

"We are going to leave this on because it's driving me insane" he says as he tugs at your bra. The straps down on your lower arms as the cups barely hold your full breasts.

He moves to your stomach as he kisses every square inch. The man is romantic as hell!

"You ready sweetheart" he says as he moves his fingers into your panties.

You nod as you pull your lip between your teeth. You can't believe how wet you are.

Takuro slowly pulls down your panties as a string of your essence glides with the panties.

"Fuck" he says as he rests his head in your thigh "whatever God decided to bless me fucking THANK YOU"

You giggle as he kisses your inner thighs. You moan at the feeling and growing sensation. He looks up at you as he spreads your pussy lips with his fingers and takes a long lick of your wet slit.

You shiver as your back arches. Takuro takes no time diving into his new home.

Fuck you were so wet and you tasted so good.

"Holy shit Takurō. Fuck right there" you screams as your back begins to arch high and higher. You've never had oral like this before.

"Fuck yes yes yes right there keep going. Omg fuck I'm going to cum" you say as you grab his head and push it further into your cunt. You rub your cunt on his face as the rope inside you snaps.

You screams as you cum hard on your lovers face.

Takuro backs up as he kisses your thighs. He slowly inserts two fingers into your already sensitive pussy as he begins to move them.

"Cum again sweetheart. I need more" he says as he pushes two fingers into your sopping wet cunt. You're still riding out the high from your previous orgasm as he leans over, pulling you up to meet him in a deep kiss.

He grabs your hair as he pulls it back exposing the column of your neck to his lips. He probes your cunt faster as you feel yourself building up.

"Ahhh ahh fuck Taku, ah" you cry as he kisses your neck quickening the speed of his fingers.

"Come on baby give me one more and then I'll fuck this tight little pussy. Please give me one more" he says as you feel your core snap as your cunt spasm around his fingers.

You fall back to the bed as he stands up removing his pants. You stare at his long cock with wide eyes.

"I'll be gentle angel" he says as he reaches for a condom.

You shake your head "I want you to cum in my mouth. Fuck me raw and cum in my mouth Takuro" you say seductively as you pull your lower lip into between your teeth.

"Baby you- you can't say shit like that. Fuck" he says as he flips you around to all fours as he lines up his cock.

"Let me suck you please" you say looking over your shoulder with doe eyes.

"Later baby later I-I'm not waiting any longer to fuck you" he says as he slowly starts to push is cock into your wet entrance.

"Holy- Y/N baby you need to relax" he says as he grabs your hips stopping himself from moving further.

"Relax? I haven't been fucked in years and you want me to relax?" You say as you trust yourself backwards impaling yourself on his hard cock.

"Fucking shit Y/N! God dammit I want to last longer than a minute" he shouts as he spanks your ass. You refuse to listen as you propel yourself back to his cock as he tries to hold you off.

"I swear to God if you don't fuck me-" you say as he flips you around standing up and yanking you down to the edge of the bed as you lay on your elbows.

"You'll do what Y/N?" He says in a sadistic voice as he pushes his cock all the way into your cunt in one swift movement.

"Shit" he chokes "God baby this is the tightest cunt" he says as he pulls back, setting a brutal pace as his balls slap your ass.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel every single centimeter of his cock on your inside walls.

"Fuck Y/N baby are you close" he says as he looks down to you.

You're gone. Where even are you Y/N? Come back to earth Y/N!

"Shit baby I'm going to cum soon you feel so fucking amazing. Fuck I'm going to worship this pussy everyday until I die" he chokes

"Oh Takuro, fuck-fuck I'm going to cum please keep going" you manage to say as he pushes forward trying to bring you to orgasm.

You feel your core snap again as the quick rise and fall of your orgasms over sweeps your body.

"Fuck baby are you ready" he says giving you a moment to recover.

He pulls out as you sink to the floor between his legs opening your mouth to receive his juices.

He jerks his cock as you sit with your mouth wide open "Oh fuck Y/N- baby UGH" he says as he shouts rope after rope of cum into your mouth.

You happily accept his gift as he groans and pants, his abs retracting from the intense orgasm. He throws his head back as he finishes and you wipe up the little cum that managed to fall to the side your lips.

He pulls back ad he sees his fluids in your mouth and on your tongue. You close your mouth, reopening to show him that you had swallowed what he had offered to you.

He kneels down to your face as he pulls you into a deep kiss.

"That was the best sex I've ever had" he chuckles as you smile.

"Yeah it was at least a solid 8" you tease as his eyes widen.

"An 8? Well we can't have that now can we. Date Tech strives to be the best so I only accept 10 and above" he says grabbing you as he carries you to the shower.

He fucks you in the shower until your brain is numb. He suck is cock as you make him finish for a second time during your hour long shower. You both emerge completely blissed out and exhausted.

"I’m hungry" you say as you cuddle into his stomach and he pulls up close.

"Well it's a good thing I brought it those groceries" he says.

"You mean the groceries I MADE you bring in" you say looking up at him.

"Well the trip was worth it because look what I came back too" he says as he hoisting you above him to straddle his waist.

[woildismyerster]

hi:) in all honesty i have no idea for a prompt but i'd die for some Mush x Reader, i mean there's a lack of content about him and i just need you to write something with him. So feel free with the prompt and thanks a lot!

“Just until I find a place of my own,” you promised the landlord.  “It shouldn’t take long.”

He waved you off, pointing you toward the bunking area.

The fact that the room was full of grubby boys was no surprise, but seeing you was evidently a surprise for them.  You rushed past them to an empty bed in the back, ignoring their whispers.

Somebody new in the Lodge.

Somebody - maybe a rich somebody - in the Lodge.

Somebody who doesn’t have to stay, but does anyway.

You had grown used to being that somebody.  You just weren’t used to going at it alone.

You leaned against the gate, watching the boys buy their papers.  Every morning, they got up at the crack of dawn to wait in line.  Jack told them all to hush up; they shouldn’t wake anybody up who has the good fortune of sleeping in.

You could tell they all did their best.  They set their clothes out the night before so they wouldn’t make a ruckus getting them out in the morning.  They put on shoes in the hallway so they could walk through the room in sock feet.  They tried.

Despite their best efforts, they were kids.  You would be woken by barks of laughter, or a cry of outrage, or sometimes by the thud of somebody getting shoved into a wall.  The first few days you would pretend to keep sleeping, if only so they wouldn’t feel bad about waking you.  Today, you decided against it.  You let them leave, but quickly got dressed and walked to the square to watch them get started.

“Got big plans for the day?”  Jack asked the question with practiced disinterest, but you could see the way he sideyed you.  He didn’t distrust you, but he wasn’t sure about your place in his home.

You shrugged.  “Maybe I’ll get a job.  Maybe I’ll find an apartment.”

“No folks?”

“There are folks.  I’m just not there,” you said.

Jack looked near asking you about it all, but he was cut off by the appearance of a small, muscular boy with large eyes.  “Jack?”

“Mush,” he said.

“Kids are saying that Snyder is on 33rd.  You should stay south.”

“I ain’t scared of spiders,” Jack said.  Even so, he slugged the boy’s arm and wandered in the opposite direction of 33rd.

You gave the boy a careful smile when you saw him eying your nice, clean clothes.  “You the brains?”

He blinked, startled.  “Jeez, no.  Why’d you think that?”

You didn’t, not really.  Everybody gravitated toward Jack.  Even so, you were struggling to figure out the hierarchy of the others.  “You’ve been watching things.  Jack sends you out, so he must expect you to bring something back.”

“Not ‘cause I’m the brains,” he scoffed.  “I’m the muscle.”

You wanted to smile at that.  You were all too young to think that way.  Muscle was for men.  Muscle was for power struggles.  You opened your mouth to say so, but it occurred to you that this wasn’t like home.  These were kids acting as adults.  These were kids who had reason to fear adults.  Maybe muscle was a valid position.

“Do you ever have to use your muscles?”

He shrugged.  “Sure.  We all do.  I just look the part.”  He said the last part with pride, like his stature was something to be proud of.

“Yeah,” you admitted.  “You do look the part.”

He grinned, taking you by surprise.  He had a wonderful smile.  “What are you?”

“I dunno,” you said thoughtfully.  You smiled back at him, taking note of the fact that his face went a little slack at the sight of it.  “Think about it, and tell me later.”

“Does that mean you’s sticking around?”

“For a while,” you promised.  The world was so wide, so limitless, that you were having trouble picking a new destination.  Ireland, maybe, or someplace in Africa.  Who knew?  “Until I pick a new place to go.  Take your time.”

“Why’d you leave home?”  Mush stood near your bench, sporadically asking you questions between sales.  

“There was this old woman back home,” you said wistfully.  It wasn’t the woman you missed; it was the feeling you got when she came calling at your house.  “She was sick, and the doctors told her to get some fresh air.  She wanted to travel to Europe.  To rest, you know?”

He leaned against a lamppost.  “And she invited you along?”

“As a companion,” you agreed.  “She paid me to keep her company while she travelled.  It’s how I afford to stay in the Lodge.”  She had left you everything.  You could have gone anywhere, done anything, but you had chosen New York.  For now, at least.

“You got to keep the money?”  His surprise was understandable.  Most parents would have taken the money for themselves, even if it was to set aside for you to use later.

“She came to me first.”  You grinned at him, loving the rapt look on his face.  He turned away for a second, bellowing news of a sinkhole in Queens.  “She told my parents it was a vacation, and gave me all the money to hide away.”

“Where is she now?  Back at home?”

“She died.”

He winced.  “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you said quietly.  “She was sick.  I’m not saying it was good for her to die, but she made good memories leading up to it.”

“Like what?”

“We saw the world,” you sighed.  “Some of it, anyway.”

Mush settled onto the bench next to you, pushing his bag of papers under the seat.  “Tell me about it.”

“Don’t you need to work?”

“I’s good at timing,” he said.  “Tell me a story.”

So you did.

“I’s going to open up my own juke joint someday,” Mush confided.  He stood by the edge of your bed, not wanting to sit down.  You weren’t sure that it was inappropriate, not when so many people were around, but Mush had an unexpected streak of propriety.

“Really?”

“Of course.”  He was confident in the dream.  You could see the longing in his eyes; longing for a world where he wasn’t a Newsie, wasn’t poor, wasn’t needing each day to be successful in order to survive the next one.  “The best joint in the city.”

Your lips quirked.  “That’s a good plan.  And here I thought you weren’t the brains.”

He grinned.  “That ain’t a plan.  That’s a promise.”

“More of a plan than I have,” you protested.  “You’ll make it someday.  Smart, muscular, and rich.  The ladies will swarm you.”

Mush gave a hoot of laughter, warming you right down to your toes.  “Please.  I’s gonna get somebody else to make the plans.  Jack, or maybe Davey.”

“I’ll go to your joint,” you said with a half smile.  

“You better,” he said firmly.  “It won’t matter if you ain’t there.”

There was a fluttering in your chest that didn’t feel bad, but didn’t bode well.  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He flushed crimson.  “Just that you’s the ultimate judge.  If you like it, it must be good.”

“We should run away,” you said.

You were sitting against a building, looking out at the docks.  Mush stood next to you, leaning against the wall.

He gave a small smile, eyes on the waves.  “From what?”

“Everything,” you said.  “Nothing.  To something.”

He glanced down at you.  “You shouldn’t sit down there.  You’s gonna be filthy.”

“Is that a no?”

“Was that a serious offer?”

You bit your lip.  No, it wasn’t.  You were a runner.  You chased things, even if you weren’t sure there was anything to chase.  Mush was not a runner.  He was grounded.  “If I thought you would say yes, it would be.”

When he saw that you wouldn’t be standing up, he sighed and lowered himself to the ground.  “Where would we go?”

“Where do you want to go?”

He gave a crooked smile.  “Yes.”

You laughed.  “That’s just the kind of mindset I’m looking for in a partner.”

“Partners are supposed to want the same things,” he finally said.  “You and I really don’t.”

You weren’t sure exactly what he meant, but that somehow didn’t stop you from thinking he was wrong.

You were looking at all of the ships.  One was leaving for South America today.  Another for India in two days.  Others were mysteries to you, but every bit as fascinating.

“Hey, kid,” a dock worker said.  You looked at him, surprised, half expecting to see him looking at somebody else.  When he grinned at you, your stomach sank.  Ugh.

You hurriedly looked back at the sea, pretending not to have noticed.  

“Hoping to set sail?”  He came over to your bench and leaned against the back, eyes skating over your figure.

“No,” you said.  To your surprise, it was true.  You wanted to look at the ships, but that was all.

“Come on,” he crooned.  “You don’t have a fantasy?”

You cringed and shifted away.  “No, sir, I don’t.”

“Y/N,” a new voice said.  The tension leached from your shoulders.  Mush.  His hand skated along the back of your neck while he eyed the man standing by you, protective in a way that didn’t feel possessive.  “There you are.  I’s been looking all over.”

You plastered on a false smile.  Perhaps he had been, but not because you had plans.  Mush had been keeping an eye out for your sake, not his own.  “Sorry.  I lost track of time.”  When you stood, you brushed a kiss against his cheek.

The dock worker didn’t say a word while Mush led you away, pulling you into a side street.  “Christ,” he breathed at you.  “The one time I ain’t here with you, men come flocking.”

“It was one man,” you protested.  Even so, you were grinning at him.  “One.  And to think, that man could have been you.”

He laughed.  “It is now, right?”

“Of course,” you agreed.  “Thanks for flocking to me, muscle.”

“It’s what I’s good for.”

“Not just that,” you said, slightly strangled now that you were alone with him.  The two of you were never alone, not really.  If the other Newsies were out of sight, it was because you were out in the city.  “You’re so much more than that.”

He leaned back against the wall.  “Yeah?”

You hummed out a sigh of agreement.  You thought back to the dock man.  Not hoping to set sail, no sir, but perhaps there was a fantasy.  A fantasy involving the smell of newsprint, beautiful eyes, and dreams of a future that was wonderful because you stayed still, not in spite of it.

You leaned in toward him.  The street was small; there wasn’t much room between the two of you even before you cut the distance.  Mush looked into your eyes, at the line of your jaw, and the curve of your lips.  His head tilted toward yours, hands coming up to curl around your waist -

He flinched back, grimacing with something like grief.  “Sorry,” he muttered.  “I wasn’t thinking.”

“What?”  You took a step back, bewildered.

“It ain’t right,” he mumbled.  “To take advantage without intentions for a future.”  He darted out of the alley, walking slow enough to keep you near but far enough to be set apart from you.

You chewed on your lips, ashamed and confused.  You shouldn’t be dragging Mush through something before you knew what it was, but it was difficult to figure it out when he was always taking one step forward and two steps back.

You woke in the middle of the night to see Mush’s eyes gleaming in the dark.  He took your hand and led you outside, hardly breathing along the way.

Out on the street, you took a deep breath.  “What is it?”  He had never woken you before, not this early, so you were a little afraid that there was something wrong.  Neither of you had much to lose, so maybe he was hurt.

“I don’t think you’s anything.”

You blinked, hurt, though you had no idea what he was talking about.  “What do you mean?”

“What you are.  I’s the muscle.  Davey’s the brains.  You don’t fit.”

“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” you said.

“To be somebody,” he said earnestly, “you’s gotta be a part of something.  You don’t have a part if you ain’t a part of something.”

“I’m not a part of you guys?”

“Not if you want to leave soon,” he said.  His face was unreadable, which was somehow worse than his words.  He always let you read him.  It was one of the reasons you had trouble breathing when he was around.  “We’s just a stop for you.  That’s all I had to say.  You gotta - gotta stop trying to be a part when you just want to leave that empty space.”  He made to go back inside, his eyes lined with purple bags.  Had he really been so worried about this?

You grabbed his hand.  “What if I wasn’t?”

He gave you a slow, uncertain look.

“If I wasn’t leaving,” you continued.  “If I wanted to stay.  There’s this business plan, see, and I want in on it.”

“What kind of plan?”

You grinned.  “See, there’s this really smart, muscular boy.”  He laughed out loud, but you powered on.  “He wants to open a juke joint, and it seems like a prime deal.  I have money set aside, so I was thinking I could fund the place.”

His jaw dropped.  “Y/N, that ain’t funny.”

“I’m not joking.”  You still held his hand, and you shifted it to let his fingers slip into place alongside yours.  He didn’t pull back, so you took a step closer.  “I’m ready to, I don’t know, put down roots here.  I don’t know what I am yet, but I want whatever that is to be next to you.”

“You really mean that?”  His eyes were so wide, so hopeful, that you almost forgot it was the middle of the night.  You almost forgot that this was a secret, risky meeting.  All there was was a certainty that this was the one thing you couldn’t bear to leave behind.  If Mush didn’t want to leave, you wouldn’t either.

“If you want,” you whispered back.

He grinned at you, leaning in just a little, so his breath brushed your cheek, but Jack’s voice floated down from above you.

“This is all very touching, but you should get back to bed.  I don’t like clandestine meetings keeping me up.”

“C’mon, Jack,” said Crutchie, much quieter.  “Let ‘em talk.  When else can they do it?”

“Any time that doesn’t wake me up,” Jack groused.

Mush gave a low laugh, pressing his head against yours for a second.  “We can talk more tomorrow,” he whispered.  “We got time, if you’s staying.”

“Tomorrow,” you promised.  “Or the next day.  Or the day after that.  I’m not going anywhere.”

When he smiled at you like that, it didn’t seem like a bad thing.

[canyonemoon]

would you maybe do 40 and webgott, maybe? i'd be really grateful if you would

‘Course, love

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

Joe is pissed.

There is no better word for it.

He is pissed because for the first time in weeks,he swears to God, he finally has the weekend off, and he has plansgoddamnit, and then the blasted phone rings, and as soon as he hearsthat shrill noise echo throughout his apartment at Gods knows whattime in the morning, he knows it’s a bad idea to pick.

He stumbles, as if blind, to the dining room wherehis land line is installed (he’s not even sure why he even has aland line, no one, no one except for one person, uses that number,and that better not be that person).

“Hello?”, he answers, voice heavy with sleep,eyes flickering to the digital clock by the oven, groaninginternally. 5.46. This better be good. And it better not befucking David Webster on the other side of that phone line.

“Yes, hello, is this the residence of one Mr.Joseph Liebgott?”, a perky female voice sounds from the other end,far to chirpy for this time in the morning.

“Yeah, I’m Joe Liebgott,” he says, a hand goingthrough his hair. “What’s this about?”

“Ah, I’m glad,” she answers, sounding pleased,“I’m calling from the UCLA Santa Monica Bay Physical, and I’mcalling to inform you that we this morning had one David KenyonWebster brought into our ICU, and you were listed as his emergencycontact. If you could come down here, so we can brief you better onhis condition and treatment?”

The world slows down, and he feels like hisunderwater, like there’s a muff around his ears, everything seemsso far away, so hazy, so, so, so.. he looses track of his thoughts,finds himself at a total loss for words, and he wants to throw thephone away, away. He wants nothing to do with the woman at thehospital, he wants nothing to do with his ex-boyfriend and whateverpaper cut he has gotten now that needs treatment.

He just wants to be left alone, is that too much toask?

“Sir?”, the female voice prompts, and he wets hislips.

“Yeah, yeah,” he agrees, despite wanting to saythe exact opposite. He’s not a monster, he knows that he’s listedas his ex-boyfriend’s emergency contact because his parents areshitholes, his siblings are far, far away, and their shared bestfriends cut close to all contact when the two broke up, choosingJoe’s side in the whole drama. If he doesn’t show, no one will.“I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

“Thank you, sir,” she sounds relieved, and hewonders briefly just what sort of trouble Webster has gotten himselfinto this time.

Last he heard he was in Santa Monica, so that partfitted, to study sharks. But his ex-boyfriend is competent as hell ona boat, so it’s probably just a minor wound that has gotten himfreaked out, and now Joe is the one having to drive at least, atleast, 5 hours to get to him.

“This better begood, Web,” he grumbles as he gets into the car, and yawns.

The drive to Santa Monica and the hospital goes byquicker than he anticipated. It was spent cursing David fuckingKenyon Webster to all hell and back, and then he called Talbert whoin turn woke up Grant, and then they had a group session about whathe should do.

Talbert’s suggestion was to turn around, leave theasshole to himself and his fucking sharks.

Grant’s suggestion was to calm down and find outhow bad it was, if it was just Webster fussing over nothing, then heshould just follow Talbert’s advice.

He thanked their brilliant insight as he pulled intothe parking lot of the hospital that Webster had been assigned. Thisi the hospital, he realizes and a weight settles in his stomach as heclimbs out of the car and locks it behind him, that brings in theemergency patients of the area.

Talbert had searched on the hospital on Google, hadrelayed a few of the reviews which were mostly not good, and Joetakes a deep breath as he after nearly 6 hours in his taxi finallyenters the reception hall of the hospital.

“Joseph Liebgott,” he tells the receptionistbehind the desk, “I got a call 6? hours ago, that my… that DavidWebster had been brought in. I’m his emergency contact.”

The woman is already clicking away on her computerbefore she finally finds what she’s looking, and she nods with agrim expression at whatever she reads. He swallows hard.

“Yes, here it is,” she says, smiles tightly,“David Kenyon Webster was brought in at 5:30 this morning after aboat accident. He was saved by a nearby sailor. He has a very badconcussion, has swallowed lots of water, a dislocated shoulder, abruised rib, and a fractured wrist. He came out of surgery,” shepauses and clicks on a few more buttons, and Joe is feeling more andmore like he’s about to pass out. Jesus Christ, Web. Jesusfucking Christ. “two hoursago. He’s in room 455.”

She sends him offwith a smile, and as soon as he’s in the elevator, he presses thenumber to Talbert’s once more. His breathing is coming far tooerratic, and he feels like his head is exploding, and he feels hiseyes grow wet as he waits forhis friend to come to the phone.

“’Ello?”,Talbert sounds as tired, but Joe doesn’t really have the time towait for him to wake up properly.

“Tab, it’s me,and I’m at the hospital, and fuck, it’s bad, it’s reallyfucking bad, Tab,” and his voice is rushed, and he’s not sure Tabcan follow – he’s always so damn slow in the mornings, just likeWebster is, and fuck, if he can afford to think of that asshole now,“and I just keep thinking of how maybe I shouldn’t have let himleave, like should I have fought more? Did I even fight? Was itresponsible of me to let him sail off by himself to some coast far,far away, because I don’t think so, and now he almost died becausewe’re assholes who can’t figure out a way to love each other in anon-toxic way?”

“Holy shit, Joe,slow down,” is all he gets in response before he hears a muffled‘wake the fuck up, Chuck, this is too serious for me being sleepdeprived, wake up, you idiot’.

“Hey Joe,” hehears Chuck, and he forces himself to breath evenly. Websterwas saved, you absolutely imbecile. He’ll survive and be fine, andhe probably doesn’t even want you here. Not after what you said toeach other last time.

He retells the tale,and he doesn’t miss Chuck’s soft ‘shit’, and he voices hisagreement.

“It’s fucked up,is what it is, Chuck, Tab,” he grits out as he walks down the hall,430, 432, 434, and helooks to the other side, 435, 437, 439,and he’s so fucking close to his ex-boyfriend, to Webster, to theman he thought he’d spent his life with and then be buried next to.He can’t quite believe how stupid he’d been. “Whatam I even going to tell him? That I went down here even though I wasso damn sure he was having me called on just because he had to get astitch done? That I feared for his life, feared that I’d never beable to set things right, because you know, you fucking know, if Ieven go near that bomb, he’ll fly off the handle and ask mequestions like, ‘would you never do it if this hadn’t happened?’,and damn, if I don’t want to hear any of that shit right now.”

“How about justfocusing on taking care of him?”, Chuck suggests softly, “nursehim back to health, while calmly figure out what really happened backthen. No one really knows, you know.”

And Joe supposes hecan do that.

So he says goodbyeto his friends, knocks on the door, and steps into what could best bedescribed as the most sterile grave he has ever seen. It’s white,white, white, white, and clinic, and sterile, and in a bed, lies onesickly pale David Webster, eyes close, head, shoulder, and handwrapped in gauze, and Joe felt like he’d been suckerpunched in thestomach. Breathless. Knocked out of him at the sight of the love ofhis life in such a state.

“Jesus fuckingChrist, Web,” he whispers, hands moving through his hair, as hetries to calm down, calm his breathing, calm his thoughts. He’ssafe, he tries to reason withhis beating heart, but it won’t slow down, just as he can’t calmdown either.

He doesn’t knowhow long he sits in the uncomfortable plastic chair by Web’sbedside, but at some point he falls asleep, and only wakes becausesomeone is weakly padding his head and caressing it. It’s annoying,but comforting, and familiar, and it can really only mean one thing.

He shoots up andlooks wide-eyed at the man in front of him, eyes open, gaze dull, butwith a small smile on those red lips. He’s a little concerned bythe empty look in Web’s eyes, but tells himself that he can’t beconcerned with that. It wasn’t like Web didn’t rip out his hearteither, when the prick left him and their life in San Franciscobehind.

“You’re awake,”he whispers, almost in awe.

Web nods slowly,almost as if every motion shoots pain throughout his body, whichprobably is so. When he speaks, it’s with a voice that’s barelyeven audible, and Joe bites his lip to keep from gasping at the frailvoice. Web has always had a very strong voice, which he could neverkeep down or to himself, always talking, always arguing, always,always, always. And now it’s not there, a forceful reminder of thefact that Web nearly hadn’t been here either had that sailor notsaved him.

“Yeah, I guessso,” but his brows are creased, and though his eyes have no spark,they’re still full of confusion, “but here you are, and really,I’m not so sure anymore.”

Joe scoffs, “well,you always were an idiot.”

But he doesn’tpull away when Web takes his hand, rather he tightens their hands. “

“You had me sofucking scared, Web,” he whispers, and he lets his head fall onWeb’s duvet once more, “and it hurts because if you hadn’t keptme as your emergency contact, I’d never have known, Web, as far asanyone’s told me, they cut all contact to you?”

And as he turns hishead to look at Web’s face, and how his face falls,he knows it’s true.

He shakes his head,leans upright before moving the chair as close to Web as he can,their hands still joined, and the other raking through whatever hairthat isn’t covered by bandage.

“When you get outof here, Web,” he whispers, “you’re gonna tell me what happenedso that you gave everything up, gave me up.”

And Web’s tryingto talk within a second, trying to explain, eager as he’s neverbeen before, but Joe quickly lays a finger on his lips, shushes him,and smiles weakly in exasperation.

“Sometime whenyour voice works again,” and Web is looking at him with a littlespark in those beautiful blue eyes, that he’s missed so much, andit makes the smile on his lips spread, without him noticing.

Web’s ownlips curl into a similar smile, “haveI entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smilefor me?”

Joe actually laughs, and he feels tears stream down his cheeks.”Fuck off, Web. You almost died, you fucking prick.”

Web doesnt’ answer, he doesn’t need to.

”I’m so glad you’re here, I’m here, we’re here,” hewhispers, kisses their hands, closes his eyes.

He’s not so pissed anymore, as he was this morning.

Joe Liebgott is, actually, full of hope this fine morning in SantaMonica.

[clockworkfromspace]

The Book v2 chapter 2

*Andrè begins to walk about the halls toward the door*

Chris was in there even though he was an Ultrabeings

Jea: Hi Chris!

He waves

Any teachers?

No? Good.

Mr. Taio: Okay everyone. Welcome to Ultra Study. If you took this class with me before, you should know that I am one of the seven most capable people equipped to teach this class.

*Andrè runs outside*

FREEEEEEEEDOMMMM

...

Freedom feels the same as being imprisoned

After school

Jea and Jenifer get on their bus

Josh goes to the car rider exit

*The next day*

Chris was already there

-Josh waits outside the bus ramp for the twins-

-their bus originally shows up-

Chris walks to the bus ramp but sees Josh and walks away

*Andrè shows up to school with a knife on his belt*

Morning

Chris was walking back needing to talk to jea

-the twins walk off the bus but Jea dresses like Jenifer so it's harder to tell them apart-

"Uuhh....jea?...."

-Jenifer subtlety points at Jea-

He looks at jea "Can I talk to you privately please?..."

Jea gasps

"How'd you know it was me? Do wolves have one sort of 6th sense or something?"

"No not really but this is important..."

Weird humans

Imma go inside

Jea: What do you need?

"Something happened yesterday and I need your help...."

Jea: Go on

"Can I talk to you without people around? Please"

Jenifer: I got where she goes

"Fine i-i'm...homeless my abusive brother threw me out yesterday"

Live in a tent-like I do

"So...the reason I wanted to talk to jea is that I trust her..."

Jenny: Need me to pound on your big bro? -she cracks her knuckles-

Need a hit?

Jea: No more fighting! You promised Jenny.

Just stole a night vision scope yesterday

Jenny: I promised I'd fight less.

Well I'm a free spirit

No parents

No relatives

No love or compassion

Jenifer: You dude, who are you anyway?

Andrè

I'm a hitman

Sorta

If someone would hire me

Jenifer: I have a few enemies.

Jea: Jennyyyyy

Jenifer: Kidding! -she mouths- "Sort of"

Heh

So

Who are you, people

Jea looks at both of them

"I'm not leaving the two of you alone. Now back to Chris"

Jea: I'm Jea and this is my sister Jenny. That's all there really is to us.

"Really...."

So Chris

"Hm?"

Tents are 15 bucks at Walmart

"I am not living in no tent!"

Man up

I live in one

"And I have no money my brother has it all"

Get a job

Jea: No one should have to live in a tent.

Jenifer: I agree but it's not like there's a variety of options

Jea frowns

Welp

My mom left and my dads dead soooooo

Jea: Oh! I know. He can live with us

Jenifer: Dad would never let that slide

Jea: You're right

Jenifer: Though, they don't really need to know...

If they found out

I don't think they'd appreciate having enough bombs in their basement to cause world war 3

Jenifer: Then I'll take the heat.

Jea: Jenny no.

Jenifer: Were not debating this.

Well

It's nicer than waking up to 3 wolf spiders

Jea: By the way, you weren't serious about the bombs right?

Ummm

Maybe

But I do have sniper rifles and assault rifles

Jenifer: Dude, as cool as it sounds, no heavy artillery in the house. Maybe a few handguns. Something easy to hide.

Where the hell am I supposed to keep my mini-nuke?

I'm joking

Jea: Thank god

But where am I supposed to, keep my guns

Jea: How about you keep all of your things that could be used to incriminate you in your tent.

Jea: and OUT OF OUR HOUSE

Jenifer: Also, where are we going to keep them? Andre and Chris I mean.

Jea: no one uses the attic.

Jenifer: Too many webs to clean.

Jenifer: though, if they're willing to clean it out.

Meh

Can't be that bad

Jea turns to Chris

"What do you say?"

He smiles and nods

-later that day, at the end of school-

So

Jea: Our dad shouldn't be home but just in case, well sneak you through the back door

"And your mom?"

Jea: Dead.

"Oh.....i'm sorry for asking...."

Jea: Its fine.

Jenifer: Come on, our bus is this way

He nods and follows

*Andrè follows*

They get to the house-

-Jenifer leads them to the attic-

"thank you again"

Jea: Anything for a new friend.

Thanks

I only have my micro smg and my 2 revolvers

That's it

Jea: NO GUNS!

Jenifer: Chill out sis

"Dang.."

Hm?

Jea: what's wrong Chris

"N-nothing..."

Jea: Why'd you say dang?

Hello strange human

"Forget i said anything"

hello

my name’s jeff

Jea: What are you doing in our house?

idk i just popped into existence

so who are all of you?

Jea: I'm Jea, this is my twin sister Jenny, this our friend Chris, and some random guy named Andre

I'm a psychotic motherfucker with guns

-You all hear the front door-

Great combination

Chris turns into a puppy and hides

dude that is awesome

Jenifer: Quickly, get into the attic

Jea: And you, mystery guy, sorry but you've got to go

me?

Jenifer: Yeah you

ok *dissappears and reappears in the attic*

Mr. Kon: Girls I'm home!

-Jea walks to the living room- "Hi daddy"

Jenifer: Andre hurry up while Jea distracts him

*wonders why I had to go into the attic*

*Andrè sneaks to the attic*

*whispers*oh hey.

*whispers* why are we in here?

We're not supposed to be here

oh ok

-Jenifer closes it-

wanna see something cool andrè?

Sure

watch this... *morphs into a pit viper and slithers around andrè*

Cool

I would shoot you but that would compromise us

*morphs back into a human*

That would*

don’t shoot me

Mr. Kon notices Christ's tail

Mr. Kon: Jea, did you bring home another stray?

I’m an animagus. I can transfigure into a snake at will

Jenifer whispers: go with it

He yelps scared and runs off

Jea: Yeah. But don't be upset.

don’t laugh at me... *disappears and reappears behind André*

behind*

I can teleport too

Jenifer: I told her not to but look at his eyes.

Mr. Kon: I can't he keeps running off.

so whatcha wanna do why we’re stuck up here

Chris sits down in front of Mr. Kon and looks at him with sad eyes

Jea: Can we pleaaaase keep him?

-Mr. Kon notices a lack of man parts- "I think you mean her and..... Sure."

Jenifer: She meant him. Meet the world's first transgender dog.

Mr. Kon: The fuck?

Jea: SWEAR JAR!

The dog smiles at jenny

Mr. Kon: Are you kidding me?

Jea: Nope!

His tail wags a lot

He jumps on Mr. Kon

Mr. Kon: Ah

-the next day-

Chris wakes up

He gets ready and heads to the bus stop without being seen

*Andrè sneaks out the house and walks to school

Out*

*teleports from the attic to the first block*

Chris was in his first block

ooh hey. I remember you. u were that puppy!

He blushes "y-ya...."

*teleports behind Chris* I can transfigure into a snake

Chris stabs jeff before he spoke not knowing who it was

*writhes in pain* ow-owwww

"Oh god...... I'm so sorry" he bandages it up

i-it’s fine

I heal fairly fast too

*wound stops bleeding*

"So your not human either?"

no

idk what I am

I’m a teleporting animagus

and I have fairly fast healing abilities

"Which is not human"

yeah

"And you already know I'm not human but anyway what's your name I forgot to ask"

it’s jeff

yours?

"Chris"

well nice to meet you, Chris! *sticks hand out to shake Chris's hand*

Chris shakes his hand

so, who were the other people?

"Idk their classes...."

well, who were they?

"Jea and jenny"

*time skip to lunch*

Jea, Jenifer, and Josh show up

Together

Chris walks up to them he looks at jea and jenny "please don't be mad at me because of yesterday"

Jea: Mad about what?

*walks into the cafeteria and over to Chris*

hey guys

"About your dad seeing me... And hey"

*whispers to Chris* do other people at the school know about us having abilities or do we have to keep that hidden?

Jea: That wasn't your fault

Jenifer: It was a little. He could have stayed calm and rushed to the attic instead of running off as a puppy.

"Keep them hidden"

Jenifer: Though things worked out for the better

"Y-ya...."

damn... that means I gotta walk places

Jenifer: It's better to have him disguised as a puppy then hiding him like Andre

you guys must me Jea and Jenifer. I’m jeff

Jea: We already met

oh yeah

Jea: You popped into our house

still don’t know how I got there

"Ya"

thanks

I wanna pull a prank *smirks*

"On who?"

I don’t know

we gotta find a group of preppy girls

Jea: That would be mean.

I know

Jenifer: Yet funny.

but hella funny

Jenifer: I'm in.

Jea: Jennyyyyy.

ayy... i like your attitude *smiles and looks at jenifer* u seem pretty cool.

well chris can turn into a puppy, correct?

Jea: You're a bad influence -she glares at Jeff-

i know *smirks*

Jenifer: Not really, sweety. I was born this way. He has nothing to do with it

Jea: Yeah but he came up with the prank idea.

"Ya jeff i can.."

Jea: Besides, you've already been written up 11 times and it's only the third day of school.

Jea: Make that 15

Jea: CHRIS NOT YOU TOO

so the plan is, you’re gonna lure them over to you with the adorable puppy eyes

Josh: Can I help?

Jenifer: ew, no way.

"Oh no...."

and then i’m gonna be in snake form and i’m going to teleportin between them and you

teleport in between*

it’ll be great.

Jenifer: More of a jump scare than a prank.

and sure josh i guess you and jenifer can point chris out

yeah but still funny as hell

so you guys in?

"Yes!"

Jea turns around and crosses her arms

Jenifer: Hell yeah

Josh: Yep

-jenifer pushes Josh aside-