#misunderstanding
Anna had slipped away from the main resort and was enjoying what she thought was a secluded view over the ocean. It was a raised concrete balcony overlooking the shore, just tucked behind a cliff to give some privacy. It was the perfect place to get away from her husband and the kids for a while. She heard footsteps from around the corner before she heard the man’s voice.
“Oh, there you are,” the man said. “Yuki, right?” Before Anna could correct him, he began walking her around the corner and taking off his robe. His long, thick and still flaccid cock swayed freely as he put the robe down on a nearby chair, beside the raised massage table. “I’m Carl. Tiffany usually takes care of me, but the agency said she was out of town,” he continued.
Anna stared at his tight, firm buttocks as he bent over to get something from the robe’s pocket. “$500, right?” he said handing her a stack of bills. She took it and nodded quietly, not sure how to get out of this situation any longer. “Cool, let’s get started,” he said as he laid face down on the massage table.
Anna thought to herself that a massage wasn’t all that bad a thing to do for $500. And after all, he was a very attractive man. She put the $500 in her beach bag and started to think what she should do next.
“Dry massage is fine,” Carl told her. “I don’t like all those oils,” he said.
Anna decided to speak as little as possible. She began massaging the stranger’s feet, working her way up his firm, naked body. She worked her way up to his neck and shoulders. She was standing in front of his head, working on his upper back when she felt his hands begin to caress her legs. She stifled a moan as his warm, rough hands found their way up the backs of her thighs and onto her petite, firm ass cheeks.
Anna let out a whimper as his thick finger slid easily inside of her wet cunt. With his free hand, he pulled off her bikini bottom and let it fall to the ground. She could barely stand up straight, much less massage him, as he teased her pussy lips and clit. She squeezed his back and slumped over him as she came to his fingering.
“I’m gonna turn over now,” Carl announced as Anna tried to recuperate. She was bargaining with herself about how a handjob wouldn’t be that bad. Hell, the president once said even a blowjob wasn’t cheating, she rationalized to herself.
Anna was about to grab his hard cock and start slowly stroking him, when Carl shifted abruptly. “As nice as your massage is, I don’t think I can wait any longer,” Carl said. He easily lifted her up with one arm and pulled her on top of his naked body.
“Ohhh, ffffuccckk,” Anna moaned as she sank herself down onto Carl’s rock hard cock. She whimpered and shook as she got accustomed to Carl’s length and girth. Soon, she was riding him, eagerly building to her next orgasm. As she came, she slumped forward on top of the stranger.
Carl pumped a few more times before groaning mightily and lifting Anna off of his cock. She felt the warm shot of cum splash her pussy and ass cheeks.
“Hhhhoooollly shit,” Carl gasped. “Wow, even Tiffany never let me go bareback,” he said. “Damn!”
Anna fought the urge to kiss the stranger before she dismounted. “So … same time tomorrow?” Carl asked as Anna picked up her bikini and got dressed again.
Anna couldn’t think of anything to do but nod. She told herself that this Yuki girl would sort it out. But the very next day, she found herself again on the patio, waiting for her Carl.
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Jim and Gail liked to stay at BnB’s when they traveled. It was often more a more romantic setting, and they enjoyed meeting other couples, rather than the weary business travelers they would meet at hotels.
They booked a long weekend vacation along the Pacific Coast, north of San Diego. They checked into their bed and breakfast, and Jim immediately noticed a pretty, tall and surprisingly busty Asian woman. For some reason, Jim couldn’t take his eyes off of her as they checked in. He watched her as she sat there in her bikini, flipping through a magazine in the BnB’s lobby.
Gail asked the proprietor a series of questions, as she often did, as her husband tried to be subtle as he glared at the tall, pretty Asian woman. When her husband showed up, an average height, slightly younger, but muscular American man, Jim was disappointed. He didn’t know what he was hoping might happen, but he was somehow sad to see that she was married.
In their room, Gail teased him, “You should dial back the staring,” she said. Gail was never a jealous wife, so he knew she was teasing more than anything.
Later that evening, as Jim and Gail were looking for a place to eat near the beach, they ran into the other couple. The other couple introduced themselves as Kaori and Matt. It was Gail who suggested they have dinner together.
They hit it off as a group and spent the next few days together, going to the beach, having meals, sightseeing around town. The only times they were apart were at night and the occasional mid-afternoon break. Both times were filled with mad, honeymoon-like sex. Although two rooms separated the couples, Jim and Gail could hear Kaori’s high pitched orgasms through the thin walls and Kaori and Matt tried not to giggle as Gail’s deep, low moans accompanied the violent slamming of their headboard.
One morning, Jim went out for his morning run on the beach. When he got back, it was Kaori waiting for him in his and Gail’s room. “Oh, hey!” Jim said, wondering why she was sitting there in nothing but a bikini and an unbuttoned blue shirt.
Jim was trying not to stare and her gorgeous, full breasts as he spoke. He grabbed a towel and mopped the sweat from his run off of himself. “Oh, is Gail in the bathroom?” he suggested, knowing she wasn’t. “Did we have plans for the beach today?” he said, knowing they hadn’t made plans.
Kaoir smiled and stood up to approach Jim. She wrapped her long, delicate arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Matt and your wife are off doing their own thing,” Kaori whispered. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as his cock twitched to life. “I thought we could, too,” she said, her lips close enough to Jim’s that he could feel her breath on him.
“Well, I uh, but…” Jim staggered. Jim was panicked, thinking through the situation. He knew that Gail went out for fresh fruit while he was running and in his mind, she was about to walk in on them.
“Come on…” Kaori purred. “You know you want to…” her lips were impossibly close to his now.
As her lips were about to press into his, she slumped down defeatedly. She was laughing easily as the sound that broke her spell found Jim’s ears. It was Gail’s low, guttural moan, coming from Matt’s room.
“Damn!” Kaori laughed, resting her hand on Jim’s chest. “I wanted to see if you’d go through with it without knowing Gail had already agreed,” she laughed.
“Wh…what’s going on?!?” Jim said, still trying to catch up. Kaori pushed him onto the bed.
“Your wife suggested a little swap for the rest of the week,” she said, climbing on top of Jim on the bed. “She is *really* into Matt. We all kinda knew you weren’t gonna say know,” she chuckled as she untied her bikini, finally revealing her gorgeous, soft breasts.
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Jennifer was excited to finally have her new furnace installed that when the workmen showed up, she hardly noticed them, focusing instead on the big beautiful new machine. They got to installing it in the basement and after it was put in place, the foreman told her that they were leaving to deliver a few more units. “Don’t worry,” he told her, “Adam will be here getting it set up. Delivery is a three man job, but install is pretty much a one man thing,” he explained.
Jennifer nodded, still excited about the new furnace. She was hovering around the young installer offering him a fresh cup of coffee. She didn’t realize he was wearing headphones and he didn’t realize she was standing there. As he stood up, they collided and the coffee spilled all iver his jeans.
“Oh nooo! I’m so sorry!” she cried out earnestly. She began wiping away at his crotch and thighs. “Let me get those cleaned up for you,” she offered. She didn’t wait for an answer before pulling down his pants and grabbing his flannel shirt. “Sit down right there,” she pointed to a chair, “and I’ll take care of this.” She ran off to the washing machine, leaving him in a tshirt and slightly wet white briefs.
Adam sat there bewildered for a minute. This was the first time Ernie and Jake had left him alone for an install. He wondered if they were pulling a prank on him. Then it dawned on him. “This must be what they’re always talking about…horny housewives jumping them.” As he thought about it, he started thinking about Jennifer, and whether he would fuck her. “Definitely,” he thought to himself, thinking of her large breasts and tight yoga pants. He started to get hard just as Jennifer walked back in.
“Sorry about that, your jeans will be done in an hour. I…oh. Ohhh, wow!” Jennifer stammered as she caught a glimpse of Adam’s hardening cock through his nearly see through underwear. “You’re, uh, having a, uh,” she tried to find the words.
Emboldened by his incorrect supposition, Adam stood up and approached the young, blushing housewife. “That’s alright, I can keep us busy for an hour,” he promised, pulling the young wife closer.
Jennifer was happily married, but as she felt the warm, thick, stiff cock pressed against her, she forgot all about her husband.
Two hours later, Ernie and Jake returned to pick up their coworker and inspect the install. When they were satisfied with the work, Jake asked where the homeowner was.
“Upstairs,” he said with a grin.
“Mrs. Holmes, we’re about done here,” Jake called out. “Anything else you nee…” He stopped short at the open door to her bedroom she was face down, naked, and spread eagle on the bed.
“mmmrrmwmw,” she moaned incoherently into the pillow. She summoned enough strength the waive him away dismissively.
No one was surprised when, later that week, Jennifer called for a “tune up” and specifically requested Adam.
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“Come on, Kelly, you know I was just joking,” Jim told his wife.
“Nah, you dared me,” Kelly corrected him. “So now my honor is at stake,” she said mockingly. She adjusted what little of the dress she could, checked herself in the mirror one last time and marched downstairs. “You wanted your wife to show her body off to two strangers,” she warned him.
The two delivery men were just finishing up, collecting the boxes and straightening the washer and dryer in place. This was their last delivery of the night, so they werw anxious to leave and head home.
“Holy shiii…” one of them said as he caught sight of Kelly walking down the stairs.
“My husband said I was supposed to give you a tip,” she joked, trying to twist the knife on her husband. She sauntered over to the two, young, strapping men and teasingly traced her finger down the length of one of their biceps. “But I say, why stop at the tip?” Kelly was really pouring it on, trying to make her husband jealous while having a laugh. She expected the guys to appreciate the show, maybe get her riled up for her husband after they left.
“Oh hell, yeah,” the younger man said. He grabbed Kelly by the hips from behind. Before she could say or do anything, her skimpy dress was hiked up, revealing the surprise she had intended for her husband. “She ain’t even wearing panties,” the first man said to his boss. His fingers were quickly deep inside of her wet, aching pussy.
“Shit, let’s do this,” the older man said, dropping his pants and pulling out a thick, hardening cock.
The younger man’s cock was already inside of her, pounding away from behind as Kelly let the older man guide her head down to his waiting cock. The younger man came quickly, filling Kelly’s aching pussy with warm, sticky cum. The older man spun her around, taking his cock from her mouth and pushing it deep into her pussy.
As he spun her around, she was faced with a third man, the driver, who had come back to see what the delay was about. Kelly didn’t wait for him to react. She grabbed the third man’s zipper and pulled his cock into her mouth as the older man pounded away at her from behind.
Out of the corner of her eye, as she was stuffed with two strange cocks, Kelly sqw her husband at the top of the stairs. His shorts were down and a pool of his own cum was still dripping on the stairs from moments earlier. He was furiously pumping his cock again as the thee men below had their way with uis wife.
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The Amazon box came just in time for the Halloween party. Liz opened it and immediately called her husband. “Sweetie, are you sure this is what you want me to wear?”
“Yeah, the nurse costume, right?” Dave said.
“Yeah, it’s just a little…skimpy,” Liz pointed out.
“Skimpy? Nah,” Dave scoffed. Liz was always a little shy and reserved, so Dave had been used to her reluctance. He thought they were past all that, but apparently not yet. “Look, I’m wearing the doctor’s costume. I already have it at work. Can you just please wear that one? I promise it’s not too skimpy,” he assured her.
“Okay, but there will be a lot of people there tonight that I don’t know,” she said about their friend’s Halloween party. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, Liz, I’m sure,” Dave said, trying not to sound annoyed.
Dave went straight to the party from work. His friend’s house was packed with lots of people in costume, but he couldn’t find his wife. After an hour, he was nervous that Liz might have bailed. He wandered downstairs where a lot of younger people were hanging out and hooking up. He thought he briefly spotted her across the room.
There was a woman almost surrounded by young guys. It kind of looked like Liz, but she was wearing a different costume. Before Dave could get across the room, the woman had moved away with one of the young guys.
Dave kept looking, mingling with other guests every once in a while. An hour or so later, he found himself downstairs again. He couldn’t find the girl that looked like his wife, but he decided to start looking in some of the rooms. He found Liz asleep on a bed with a bunch of coats in a dark room.
“Liz?” he asked.
“Please, I’m exhausted. No more,” she moaned.
“No more? What?” Dave asked.
“Oh, Dave! Hey. No, I mean more time,” she lied. “I couldn’t find you, so drunk,” she muttered.
“What are you wearing?” Dave asked, looking at her very slutty nurse outfit.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Liz asked confused. They later worked out that they had received the wrong costume in the mail. Dave was proud of his wife for being brave enough to wear something that was, in fact, very skimpy.
Liz was a little disappointed when she realized her husband hadn’t planned for her to show herself off, which also meant she decided not to tell him what else happened at the party.
The next day, Dave’s friend asked if he had heard about the gangbang in the basement. “Apparently some of my little brother’s friends took turns with some hottie. Wild, huh?”
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At length I hear nothing. I am thrown into a world Astranged of my home. Given to those who speak. Speak with themselves Speak with… at… me. Desculpa, nao fallo… Desculpa… I am locked For the first time Inside my mouth. Nao sei… no know… No… nao… no no… What? Que? Por que? Comment ca va toi? Nicht sprechen… I… Nice to meet you too. Tchau.
Kaminari: *opens the door*
Midoriya: *holds up a sign saying “Go on a Date With Me?”*
Kaminari: Oh my god, yes!
Midoriya: No no, tell Kacchan!
Kaminari: Oh ok!
Kaminari: *looks into the house*
Kaminari: Bakugou! I’m going on a date with your boyfriend!!
There’s a lot of misunderstandings and assumptions about me I’m sure. I only hear some of them every once in while. This blog is for mostly spilling my thoughts though, it’s not meant to please everyone nor show who I am entirely. Only those who get to know me will ever see who I am.
Yes, I want someone, but I don’t want just anyone. It’s not that I think I’m terrible or undeserving of love, it’s just that I can’t find the right person. I’d be perfectly happy with someone who was like me also, because I do like who I am. Not in a conceited way, but in a general way. It also doesn’t mean I’m not fine being alone. If I just wanted anyone at all, then I’d be with someone. But I respect myself enough to look for someone who’s right for me.
Part of why I write what I do on here is for getting my frustration out in writing. Sometimes it probably doesn’t come across the best way, but that’s how raw feelings and emotions are. Not many people do it publicly, or at all maybe, but I do it also for people to see my raw thoughts/feelings. To make them not feel alone if they feel the same. Maybe they’ll relate to the same feelings and maybe make it easier to connect. I mainly do it for myself though, and I don’t expect anyone to fully understand.
I’m also a very giving person, so I hope that I don’t come across as someone who always takes just because I ‘want’ love and a relationship. That’s not who I am. I’m there for people when I’m close to them, I give a lot and I love a lot. Everyone always wants something though (whether they say it or not), which is perfectly fine. It still needs to be a balance.
One post is just one little piece of who I am. It’s not always going to be the best parts of me. Nor do I expect that with others either. I like seeing/hearing raw thoughts, feelings, and emotions from others too though. It’s what makes us all human. We’re allowed to feel, to want things, and to show who we are.
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Time Transfixed by Reńe Magritte, 1938.
This painting took a hidden feeling of mine and brought it to light. Reńe Magritte’s Time transfixed talks to you like your imaginary friend(lets be honest guys) who knows you inside out and tells you harsh truths without ever judging you. Looking at the painting, our attention goes straight to the locomotive charging out of fireplace. It disturbs the mundanity of the scene and took us by surprise. The painting also emphasizes the clock placed over the fireplace in front of a mirror and in between two candles. Through the combonation of these odd objects, Magritte captures our vacillated and lost selves. The one which yearns to be a part of the crowd, to get emotional fulfilment socially. But at a certain point, wants to be left alone with his/her gloomy thoughts. The picture seems like a real motion event in which the locomotive may charge through the fireplace at any moment and disturbs the placidity of the room. But at the time It is stopped. It enters our consciousness and urges us to think about our banal but hidden feeling. It tries to redeem those moments when you are unwelcome and do not want any intrusion of any kind even after having many friends. It also depicts our desire to capture and eternalise delightful moments with someone before they become memories. This is the level of contradiction this picture tries to capture. The reflection of left candlestick is visible, but it’s not the same for right one. This represents our two contrasting feelings. We carry this dilemma our whole lives and in the way we get misunderstood by people. Its quite interesting how Magritte uses locomotive and clock to bring these feelings to the surface, but only through these candles we see their faces. The mirror does not reflect the rest of the room and tries to focus our attention to these candles. Every object carries a sense of purpose, it only depends on the viewer to extract these purposes. This painting assures us about the normality of our feelings and tells us its not our fault.
Imagine:
You’ve always had a thing for Harry; but, he thinks otherwise…
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“I think that’s it…!”
Cisco set down the schematics and stared at it in wonder. For the past five hours, you and Cisco have been working on designing the nitrous grenades you were going to use on Zoom.
You tried and you failed on many levels; but it wasn’t until you started making changes to the delivery system that things finally started to work out.
A broad grin broke across Cisco’s lips as he turned to face you.
“Man,” he sighed. “Have I ever told you I love you ?”
“All the time, Buddy,” you teased.
Cisco slid his hand over his chest and winced. A fake declaration of hurt on his face; though, you knew very well from his personality and bad acting, that he was just joking around.
From across the room, Harry looked up from his contraption and stared at the two of you intently.
You flushed.
While the man was much older than you, you had developed sort of a crush on him and it was completely driving you insane. Of course, your bestie Cisco knew about it and semi-judged you for it; but, nevertheless, helped you out.
It was one of the reasons why he stayed so late at S.T.A.R. Labs with you and Harry.
Just like now.
“So,” Cisco said, snapping you out of your daze. “What do you say we go out tonight? Drinks on me.”
“Oh, uh…” the question caught you completely off guard. “Sure?”
The mechanical engineer raised an eyebrow. “You don’t sound to sure.”
“Well…”
While it was normal for the two of you to go out after work, you were really hoping to stay behind and possibly, maybe, sorta initiate an actual conversation with your dearly beloved.
Who knows?
He might like talking to you outside of work.
Hearing the slight ambivalence in your tone, Harry stared even harder at you. In a measure to avoid appearing awkward, you rubbed the back of your neck nervously.
You looked at Cisco, asking him for help.
Instead of saying something inconspicuous like, “Okay,” or “Maybe another time,” the boy let out a very soft, but very obvious, “Oooh…”
You narrowed your eyes at him. Don’t you dare…
Of course, he didn’t listen.
He shot you a sly smile. “I see what’s going on here…”
“Really?” You asked. “‘Cause I don’t.”
“Yes, you do.”
Fingers twitchy, you were so ready to beat the living crap out of him. Metahuman or not. Still, he viewed your actions as an irrelevant threat and made his way over to a nearby desk to grab his wallet.
“He’s one lucky guy, y’know?” Cisco grinned widely. “Almost makes me jealous.”
Your cheeks flared bright red. “Really don’t know what you’re talking about…”
“Uh-huh.”
Just as you were about to open your mouth and excuse yourself from the overly awkward situation, Harry suddenly stood up, startling both of you.
A deep set scowl on his face, the multiverse physicist made his way towards the two of you and crossed his arms. For some unknown reason, he glared at you intently.
Cisco furrowed his brows. “You alright, Harry?”
He ignored him.
Instead, he focused all his attention on you.
“Y’know, ________,” he said, voice low and stern. “You really should tell Ramon. It isn’t fair to just string him along…”
You were confused. String him along? What does he –
Wait.
He doesn’t think–?
Beside you, Cisco cast him a mixed look, crossed between annoyance, surprise and flabbergastation. And before you could stop him, he spoke.
“What are you talking about?” He asked Wells. “She doesn’t have a crush on me.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so blind, Ramon.”
“Meblind?” Cisco scoffed. “Dude, she likes you.”
He frowned. “Me?”
“Yes, you.”
There was an awkward pause.
Harry’s mouth slightly fell ajar and the shock on his face was completely genuine. So much so that you couldn’t help but lower your head from pure embarrassment.
The pause then prolonged into an abysmal silence that just gnawed at your insides. Your stomach churning, your skin sweating, you refused to look up.
Not that anyone could blame you.
Very few people could stomach the possibility of rejection, and you weren’t one of them.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Harry shut his mouth and swallowed. “Oh…”
Oh?You peeked at him from under your locks. What does he mean, ‘oh?’
Before you could string together your thoughts in proper order and sentence, Harry awkwardly uncrossed his arms and and turned on his heel.
The man walked back to his work desk and sat himself down, completely ignoring the fact that you and Cisco were still there, waiting for a proper reaction.
The two of you stared at him real hard.
But he refused to break.
Reaching over, Cisco slipped his arm around your shoulder and gave you a good pat.
“Come on,” he gently pushed you towards the door. “I think you’ll need that drink now.”
You nodded. “Yeah…”
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Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt:can you please do a imagines where you and cisco are close with each other and harry thinks you like cisco but you really like harry? thank you!! love your imagines btw :P
I really hate to be the one who must point this out, but today, all over the world, people are celebrating the 125th Anniversary of Swami Vivekananda’s famous 1893 Chicago Speech.
The problem is, this is not the correct date. The correct date is September 11, 2018. I guess people get so excited about it that they don’t do the simple math required to figure out the correct date:
1893 + 125 = 2018
Please spread this before it becomes a total embarrassment for many people.
P.S. I still think it is one of the best speeches (if not the best) ever given.
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No. 5 - I’VE GOT RED IN MY LEDGER
betrayal | misunderstanding|brokennose
Harrison hadn’t seen the Daniels in years. He’d been passed from foster to foster, causing problems wherever he ended up. When his final placement fell through, he had nowhere else to go. He had no support to get on his own two feet, no education to get a job, and far too much alcohol to do much else.
His funds quickly dwindled, and nobody would help him. The little help he did get, he refused to accept it, kicking off until they left him alone. After a week of no electricity or water, he gave in, packed his bags, and headed for the Daniels.
By the time he got there, several buses and a few miles walk later, it was dark. His phone was long out of charge and he knew he should have called first, but he wasn’t that considerate. There was a chill to the air, but the alcohol kept him warm despite only being in a t-shirt. It took a few attempts to find the correct door, a few wrong answers and several angry people. He hammered on the door again, leaning against the frame.
Fao liked being home. Uni had been great when he lived away, but after Finn’s accident he needed his family, and Fao was glad to be there for him. Recovery had been slow, but he was always there to help his little brother out.
Everyone was scattered about the house when there was a knock at the door. Fred was cooking, Sheila was upstairs doing something, and Finn was apparently doing his homework (though Fao had his doubts). Fao was stretched out on the sofa reading at the time, the loud sound startling him. Were they expecting someone? Sheila hadn’t said anything.
He stood up and crossed the room to the front door, pulling it open. He didn’t recognise the boy stood in front of him, in scruffy clothes and looking slightly unsteady. He was probably a couple of years younger than Fao, but not much younger than that. He looked skinny and unkempt, and Fao frowned.
“Can I help you?”
“The fuck are you?”
“Uh, I live here?”
Harrison scowled at him. “Where’s Sheila?”
“Upstairs. You got a name, kid?”
“Fred, then.” He glanced past Fao. “Where’s he?”
“Look, who are you?”
“I don’t have to answer to you.” He swayed slightly. “Just get them, will you?”
“I don’t know who you are. Why should I get them?”
“Because I’ve asked you to.”
“I don’t even know who you are.” Fao said, folding his arms over his chest.
“So go get them.”
“I’m not just letting you walk into my house.” Fao’s voice was hard.
“Did I ask to walk in "your” house?“
“I live here, it’s just as much my house.”
"Like fuck is it. ”
“So you’re just gonna show up at the door and tell me what is and isn’t my house?”
“Fuck off with your high and mighty attitude, mate.”
“You’ve really got some balls, haven’t you? I just want to know what the fuck you actually want.”
Harrison shoved him. “I’ve told you.”
“Hey, hey. Watch it.” Fao growled, pushing him back.
“Stop being such a dick then.”
“What the fuck is your problem?”
“I’ve asked you to get Fred and you’re being an absolute dick.” He squared up to Fao. “So, yeah. You’remy problem.”
Fao pushed him back, hard. “Oh, fuck off. Stop being such a fucking cunt.”
Harrison stumbled back, tripping over the front step and landing sprawled in the driveway. “You’re the fucking cunt.”
“Yeah, whatever mate.”
He struggled to his feet. “You’re a fucking wanker.”
“Says you.”
He swung for the other boy, frustrated beyond belief. It wasn’tfair.
The other boy was slow and uncoordinated, and Fao countered his punch with his own, sharp and angry. He wasn’t taking any more shit from him.
Harrison staggered back. Fao’s punch had landed, making its mark on his cheek. Blood welled in his mouth and he swore before he spat it out. He swung again.
Harrison’s counter attack landed well, Fao reveling in his hit and too distracted to dodge. He staggered back into the hallway, reeling.
“Dickhead.” He spat.
Fao gripped the wall, his head spinning. “You’re fuckin’ insane.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be such a wanker.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t just stand there and act like you own everything!” Fao snapped, his voice harsh.
“Coming from you, that’s rich.” Harrison shook his head. “I asked for one thing and you think you rule the place.”
“Almost as if it’s my house.”
“Yeah, right.”
Fao’s cheek, where Harrison had caught him, was throbbing, and he was sure a bruise was forming already.
“You’ve yet to give me a good reason why I should let you in.”
“I didn’t ask to come in, did I?” He spat. “I asked for Sheila or Fred.”
“What do you want them for anyway? How do you even know them?”
He wasn’t going to admit that. “I just do, alright? Please.”
“I’m not getting them without knowing why.”
“For fuck’s sake!” He snapped, trying to balance himself on the doorframe. “I’ve just fucking asked you to get them!”
Fao just reacted as the other boy moved to lean on the doorframe, and swung another punch at him. He had to look out for his family.
Harrison dropped like a sack of shit, landing in a crumpled heap. He hadn’t even seen Fao’s punch coming. Sheila, on the other hand, had.
“Faolan!”
Fao wasn’t a complete arsehole, when the other boy hit the deck he moved to crouch next to him, but Sheila’s shout made him flinch. Fuck.
“Go get Fred. You’ve done enough.” Her tone was hard as she placed her hand on his shoulder. “Go on.”
“I didn’t…” He said quietly. “I jus’…”
“Move it.” She clicked her fingers at him. “Now.”
His words died on his tongue and he stood up, bolting back into the house. Guilt curled in his stomach, and he went in search of Fred.
Sheila crouched by Harrison, gently rubbing his shoulder. Blood was pouring from his nose and his lip was split. She rolled her eyes. Boys.
Harrison jerked back from her hand, disorientated and swinging immediately. Nothing landed and despite his blurred vision he recognised Sheila, reaching for her with shaky hands.
Fred was cooking, and Fao was filled with dread as he stepped into the kitchen, bravado completely drained out of him. “F-Fred?”
“What’s up, kiddo?”
“Sh-Sheila wants you. D-door.”
He turned, still half-heartedly stirring. “What happened?”
He couldn’t do much more than lamely shrug his shoulders, struggling for words. “She wants you.”
Fred knew there was more going on, but also that he wasn’t going to get any more from Fao. “Stir that. I’ll back in a minute.”
Fao nodded. He could stir, he’d be out of the way then. He moved closer, aware of the blood on his knuckles. He was shaking, virtually trembling.
Fred wasn’t long, not entirely surprised to find Sheila crouched over a very confused Harrison. It had been a few years since they’d seen him, but he’d often turn up every few years anyway. The teenager had already thrown up over the front step, though Sheila had managed to start to control his bleeding nose - it was obviously broken.
The pair helped Harrison to his feet - he didn’t weigh much, more lanky than anything- and slowly took him through to the living room. They’d have to go to hospital, there was no doubt about that, but they needed to get him sorted enough to be fine in the car.
Fao kept quiet in the kitchen, leaning against one of the counters to keep himself upright. His legs felt weak, his chest a little tight. He’d fucked up, they were going to kick him out.
Fred called for Finn before he headed back through to the kitchen. Though Fao had attempted to stir, they needed to leave and it would be ruined by the time they got back. Fao looked like he’d seen a ghost, and he had a pretty nasty bruise blossoming around his eye too.
“Grab a hoodie, She’s taking us to hospital.”
Fao startled, looking up. “‘m fine. I’ll jus’ go up to my room, out of the way.” He said quietly.
“Not a chance.”
“‘m fine.”
“Yeah? That bruise looks fine. Hoodie, car, five minutes.”
He didn’t have a choice, did he? He toyed with just hiding in his room anyway, and then thought better of it. He didn’t want to get into any more trouble. So he abandoned the cooking, and rushed upstairs to grab a hoodie, feeling distinctly lightheaded.
They’d already managed to get Harrison into the car, a dish between his legs for when he inevitably threw up. Fao was directed to the front seat, Finn shoved in the back with his mum. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on, but had quickly been distracted.
Fred turned to Fao, offering him an ice pack. “You don’t look too great. Are you going to puke as well?”
He shook his head, but took the ice. “No.”
“Are you gonna pass out on me?”
“Probably not.”
“You feel dizzy?” He checked as he pulled off the drive.
“Not really.” It wasn’t a completelie.
“So, yes.” Fred rolled his eyes. “Let me know if it gets worse.”
“Notdizzy. I’m fine.”
He let out a heavy sigh. “We’re not impressed with all of…this. We’ll deal with it later, but right now, we need to make sure you two are okay.”
“Sorry.” He looked down at his lap. “I can go back to my flat after we’ve come back.”
“We’re not having a repeat of last time.”
He made a noise in protest. “I won’t.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll get it sorted.”
“Sorry.”
“Not me you need to apologise to, is it?”
“Oh.”
“He definitely came out worse off than you.” Fred glanced at Fao. “You’ve got a surprisingly good punch on you.”
“Rugby.” He mumbled.
“Yeah. Better be careful on nights out.” He said. “Don’t want you getting in trouble.”
“‘m careful.”
“Apparently so.”
Fao was quiet, staring down at his lap, the bruises blooming over his knuckles. “Sorry.”
“Hey.” Fred reached out to rest a hand on Fao’s knee. “It’s going to be okay.”
Fao flinched, pulling away with a sharp intake of breath.
“Sorry, sorry.” Fred placed his hand back on the steering wheel.
“It’s fine.”
He hummed. “Sure. That’s why we’re driving to A&E at this time of night.”
“I don’t need A&E.”
“That one does.” He gestured to Harrison. “Kinda your fault.”
“I didn’t mean to…”
Fred raised his eyebrow. “Looks like you did.”
“I-” Fao cut himself off. “Nevermind.”
“At least we don’t need a guard dog.”
“I was only trying to…”
“Break his nose? Did a good job at that.”
“No.” He protested, his voice wavering.
“What, then?”
“Doesn’t matter, does it? Still fucking did it.”
“I’m not swearing at you, I don’t appreciate you swearing at me.” He warned.
“Sorry.” He mumbled, and decided not to say anything else.
Fred didn’t bother to reply. There was no talking to him when he was like that, and he didn’t really have the energy. Harrison was still throwing up in the back seat, Sheila having her work cut out trying to soothe him and keep Finn distracted.
Every time the other boy vomited, Fao winced. It wasn’t exactly pleasant, adding nausea to his guilt. He had half a mind to bolt when they got to the hospital, but he knew he wouldn’t get away with it.
Fred pulled in, dropping the car close to the entrance. “Fao, you go in with Sheila and Hars. I’m going to take Finn home. You can call me when you’re done.”
He nodded, pulling his hoodie closer, and got out of the car wordlessly. He waited for Sheila and Harrison, looking down at the floor.
Sheila said goodbye to her husband and son, walking the other two into the emergency reception. “I don’t know what went on between the two of you, but if you two cause any problems in the emergency department, so help me god.”
Fao shook his head. “Won’t.”
Harrison’s agreement was with his head in the sick bowl, looking up at Fao and then Sheila. “He started it.”
“Didn’t.”
“Did too.”
Fao huffed. “It’s always my fault.”
“Boys. That’s enough.”
Fao shrugged but fell silent. They headed inside and got checked in, Sheila sat between the two boys.
Harrison was seen to first, thanks to Fao knocking him out. She didn’t trust Fao not to run off, so made him sit outside the bay as Harrison was seen to. They had a bit more to check with Harrison too, the younger boy having just turned up on their doorstep.
Fao hated being stuck in the ED. Especially when he wasn’t really all that injured, and he didn’t really have Sheila for comfort. She was preoccupied keeping Harrison on the straight and narrow. It did make Fao wonder what the point of the both of them coming in was. Of course, he was stuck waiting, the A&E corridors cold and unwelcoming.
With Harrison reasonably settled in a bed in majors, Sheila headed to the corridor to find Fao. She sat heavily beside him, turning to look at the bruises on his face.
He looked over at her. “He okay?”
“Settled. How are you?”
“Fine.”
“Yeah, you look fine.”
He shrugged. “I’ve had worse. Don’t really need to be here.”
“I still want you checked over.”
“I’m fine.”
“Better than he is.”
“My fault.”
“I don’t know what happened between the two of you. That’s for you to sort out when you’re both better.”
“I fucked up.”
“I doubt it was all your fault.”
“Might as well be.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Is in Fred’s opinion.”
“Did he say that?” She asked, nudging him.
“Pretty much. Said it was my fault we had to come in.”
“Well, you did knock Harrison out.”
“So it’s all my fault.”
“Did you need to knock him out?”
“Obviously not. I didn’t mean to knock him out.”
“What were you meaning to do then?’
“I don’t know, okay?!” He snapped. “He showed up, I didn’t know who the fuck he was, he got aggy, I didn’t want someone coming in the . house when I had no idea who they are and they were acting out. He looked like he was going to force his way inside, so I swung. He’d already swung at me, so… I reacted. I didn’t want anyone getting hurt.”
Sheila was calm. "Why didn’t you get one of us?”
“I don’t know. Because he was asking for you like he owned the place. And he was drunk, it put me on edge.”
“All the more reason to get one of us. Or just walk away, shut the door and all that.”
“I thought I could handle things. Y’know, look out for everyone.”
“That’s what we’re there for.”
“It’s different. I don’t know.”
“We’re the adults. The adult adults. We’re here to look after you.”
“I jus’ wanted to look after things.”
“I appreciate that, but it hasn’t worked out too well this time.”
“I know.”
“You can’t just get away with it.”
“You think I don’t know that?”
“There has to be some punishment.”
He shrugged. “I don’t expect otherwise.”
“I know, but I don’t want it to be like it used to. The problem is that we have to have some repercussions for our actions, you know?”
“I understand that. I was never under any illusion that there wouldn’t be? I fucked up.”
“I just don’t want you to think we’re out to get you.” She said softly, leaning against him. “You were brave standing up for us, but it was just directed at the wrong person. With some stubbornness in there too, I bet.”
He shrugged. “I guess.”
“I don’t know what went on, but he’s not a bad guy, you know?” She continued. “He’s been through a lot, not unlike you.”
“He started the fight.”
“Did he?”
“He shoved me.”
“Doesn’t surprise me.”
“So forgive me for being somewhat on the defensive.”
“I don’t blame you for that.”
“But you’re still mad at me. Why can’t I just go back to my flat?”
“Because I don’t want you to go back and just cut us off.” She said, frustrated. “You go back to your flat and you get off scot free from us and you beat yourself up.”
“You keep talking about consequences. Whatever they are, I can take them, but I’d rather you stop pussyfooting around them and just tell me straight. I’m assuming you’re not going to beat the ever loving shit out of me, so I kind of need to know where I stand.”
“Of course we’re not going to hit you.“ She took a steadying breath. "Right now, I need to focus on Hars and getting him out of hospital. We can talk about the consequences when you’re back home.”
# 60 Careless Esmeralda… fearless Esmeralda… foolish-
You got lucky, this time…
Ah and yes Rapunzel has her suspicions about Eugene’s feelings, and misunderstanding Esmerald’s…
Why can’t one be nice without it being misunderstood as flirting?
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