#No I'm so upset because imagine if this bitch somehow came across me and my ex gf and started saying shit like that

[yeetus-feetus]

Just saw someone say that stephcass shippers don't care about Cass beyond Stephanie because "she's nothing but that White Girl's accessory". And they were so... Aggressive about it.

Babes not only are you completely wrong. Ur also probably white so ...

Anyways I started shipping stephcass because of my love of Cass. She deserves happiness and I want to see her smile while being embraced by someone she trusts and loves.

And that doesn't even have to be Steph. I'm a Multishipper anyways. I just want my girl to be happy. With whoever she chooses in the stories we create for her, she deserves that.

Also, Steph doesn't deserve any kind of slander for being shipped with Cass just because she's white.

In fact, discouraging representation of interracial couples is pretty racist of you? What you want Cass to date another Asian instead of a white girl just because she's Chinese?

Like what even made you jump to the conclusion that Steph would only see Cass as an accessory?

No actually, let's look at this real quick. Because the conception of Asian women being nothing more than accessories when in a relationship with a white person is so fucked up. What deep rooted subconscious racism do you need to unpack?

I am so sick of that assumption being everyone's first fucking thought when they see an Asian/White couple.

Cass is just as much an equal in her relationship with Steph as she would be with any other decent character.

Seriously, I want to pick at your brain. Maybe see if I can rewire a few things.

... Though honestly what was I even expecting when DC bases their characters on harmful stereotypes anyways. I should have expected something like this.

[erenscxmbxddy]

A man? Or a boy.?

Sukana x black reader.

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Sukana

hear me out now , As a young black female i shouldn't put myself with this, but i cant resist them pretty ass eyes of sukana... yujji and sukana both fine as hell but lets be real now.... Just sukana is more so freaky and yujji is an innocent angel, if anything, i wanted sukana.

But ever since they were able to separate Yujji and Sukana from ones body, i couldnt resist him no more. Super sexy. He didnt look like him regular self like the curse self, He look like an evil twin of yujji. I wouldve never fell for Ryomen Sukana. Never, If it wasnt for his boldness and cockiness.

" Y/n, What are you doing staring at that thing forever?" Maki had asked me, She was close to my arms but not too close to graze the skin, but she was close. " Nothing Maki, nothing i'm just curious." she gave me the most curious snd digusted look ever, "dont fall for him, King of curses, Dont fall for his shenanigans, he'll hurt u."

I look at her so fucking crazy, and i started getting upset, because 1, Dont fucking play w/ it, Anybody would want my big fatass and these hips, And also the fact that i look good asfk in these clothes? Maki b quiet. " Maki. trust he aint hurting nb." I was js annoyed with herrr cs wtffff?

Maki stared off at the midnight glow and sighed pretty hard " Well, im going to call it a night tonight y/n." i replied with " Aigh girl cs im tired as shit."

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Whilst me talking the walk back to my dorm, I see sukana and yujji, Gojo talking. I stand for a second, Just sight seeing ( iykwim.) Until Of course, The sourcer had to call me

"Y/N, Y/n Come over hereee for a secondd!!"

God i need to walk fasta, Cause the clothes im wearing?? I can't, Too revealing. I try walking faster away, even tho i'm tall ( IF UR SHORT THAN UR SHORT .) I can't unfortunately outwalk the three, especially not sukana. Sadly but truely the trio somehow caught up.

" Whats up Gojo, What's up Yujji!"

" Hey Y/-"

" Your gonna act like im not here?" I froze, because, it wasnt even the case, i just didnt, well fuck that is was gonna act like i couldn't. " Y/n What are u wearing at this time?! You know perverted boy will be trying to snatch u, And worse curses will yk.." Yujji said to me, Looking me up and down mostly down cause my ass cheeks were poking out these jeans shorts and especially the thong. I and my sister decided to go to the beach and we got back a couple hours ago so here i am.

I try to ignore yujji's comment but sukana ofc big mouthed bitch said, " No seriously." he laughed " Imagine all the shit i'd do."I roll my eyes and a slight blush came across my face, Probably not even noticeable bcs of my melanin glow, But i proceed to say, " Sukana, Please try and be a grown man instead of a lil ass boy, Try nd have sum fucking respect nigga, Cs i respect u and your dumbass."

Sukana didn't say anything, But the look in his eyes said enough, It was a glow almost. But genuinly i was scared, Cs it just slipped out, I've always wanted to be treated right, my pops couldnt do that, So i look for it in every man i've dated or tried to associate with and most have been children. I beg for somebody to treat me right and i look idiotic.

" Goodnight lil ass boy."

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Morning time. I get up,shower, Eat, Brush my teeth, Do my hair, skincare and then, i put my lipgloss and lashes on and call it a day. It's about 8 am as of now, And i start studying for an exam, These notes, EXHASTION. I feel overwhelmed as it is y'all. Last thrusday, I was supposed to have a date with this cute Cubano, comes out i got ditched, Of course. I cried in Gojo's and yujji's arms FOR HOURS. But they love me sooooooo it was fine, that they shirts looked like white rags, But guess what, Whole time sukana was over here fucking eyeing me, Looking me up and down, but then again i remember the dress i wore, i had thongs on, pink ofc, and my hair was combed out into an afro and i have lip liner and mascara and gloss on, but i wear lashes now because when i cry they dont smear. I dunno he js hates me when all i want from sukana is to be thrown on the bed and fucked to tears but not by a boy, by a man. Sukana is old as hell, We all know that, I'd think he'd be grown and mature, but he's worse than a 15 year old in heat.

Sukana Pov

" Sukana, Please try and be a grown man instead of a lil ass boy, Try nd have dum fucking respect nigga, Cs i respect u and your dumbass."

What the fuck is going on. A little boy? Really? i'm a grown ass man, I have killed many, And this bitch calls me a lil ass boy? She doesn't even know how i'd handle her and those tight ass jean shorts? She wants to see a man? She wants a man to treat her? I know how to treat women, but Y/n doesnt understand, I'm restraining everything not to pounce on her, i want her, but the fact that she thinks just because i tease her means anything that i hate her? i know she likes me, i just know, and i wanna please her badly but as a curse, i shouldnt interact with her.

But of course, something is now pushing me to knock on her door. I'm not nervous, Too prideful for that, I know my motive right here at her door. Im gonna confront her fucking ass since shit funny and imma show ha ass rn how a man treat a bad bitch cs she think issa joke?

" Hollon shi, I'm changing."

Fuck, She's changing rn, i should just barge in, but i'm better than that. I hear footsteps and running through the house, and i hear the door of her dorm lock, Everything slows down now, I dee her, She doesnt have lashes on, It's mascara, Lipgloss and a pink stanley in her hand, Her hair, Curly, Long, And it's long and down her back.

" Sukana what the fuck are u doing here, Get the fuck on somewhere."

I stare a bit longer until i respond shortly, " Y/n, Let me in the fucking dorm room, right fucking now. We needa talk.."

The clothes. A big ass white tee, Thats off the shoulder, Showing her tatted shoulder, It says, " Curase en salud."

her panties, on the back say, " Fuck hole." that must be printed or sum, but their like bikini panties. Her ass is plumped as fuck.

Y/n's pov

" Y/n, Let me in the fucking dorm room, right fucking now. We needa talk.."

" Sukana, no, Ur fucking crazy get ou- Euhp-."

Sukana pushed passed me and took my waist in his hands, and pushed me close to him and said.

" why tf u call me a lil ass boy hm?" I play a smirk on my face, Trying to shave the fear out of me and the excitement, " I call it how i see it." His eyes were furious, lustful, and passionate. " Let me prove to you, i'm a man y/n, I shouldnt have to prove myself to someone younger than me by so much, but i can prove this to u, that i am a man."

I felt his bulge right on my crotch. Growing really though, I didnt really say nun back, I couldn't, He was squeezing my ass so tight, My tits shining on his chest, because the off the shoulder tee was really low. " Sukana please, Just leave ." I plead, I never actually thought, Sukana ryomen, Would be in my dorm, gripping my ass, and having my tits so bunched together til now, He was just a dumb little cru-

" I was just a dumb little crush?...."

His eyes glowed with the low light, and i tried to not be turnt on by me and him in my dorm, I'm trying to release myself from his grip but genuinely dont want to leave his hands, But i'm fighting him, but he's not budging, At all, I'm sorry maki but imma end up giving it up. Been a virgin til now and msybe it's time to say bye.

" y/n stop fighting it right now, You want it, i want it, You want me to prove to you i can be a man, and imma show you ri now, All them tim's u go crying to gojo, me and yujji, over some lames, i think, if i had a chance at that, m's gonna fuck that shit up, let me fuck it up, let me treat u.

i finally stop fighting, And now i look him dead in his eyes and i say, " U cant handle shit lil boy."

His eyes stopped wondering and looked me dead in the eyes, His eyes blazing with anger, and his mouth agaped, Showing thode terrifying canines.

" fuck that shit."

He dives straight for my lips, no hesitation at all, We're kissing and i havent melted into the kiss until i can feel the hunger behind the kiss, He gripping my ass, Enough to give me a mark. He pulls back, Taking his hand thats free and wipes my swollen lips, and announces, " Too damn beautiful not to get fucked like a slut tonight y/n."

He throws me over his shoulders, And slaps my ass hard, " Aiiii Sukana, put me down ! ." I start punching his back until i feel another hard slap, " AIII OKAY OKAY, I'll stop."

We find my bedroom, Or he finds it, And He throws me on the bed. My shirt lifted, my legs exposed, and my panties on display, i already feel my pussy damped super damped, i want him.

he slowly crawls ontop of me, His knee position at my entrance, and he starts kissing and nibbling my neck, and he's rubbing my sides, I'm not moaning until he finally puts pressure on my clit, " Arghh sukana, please, we cant, i'm Mngh-, Human, and AH ! Curse."

He shakes his head as he makes his way down my chest and starts by taking. a boob and making me nibble and nibble on my nipple, and the moaning is never ending because he's messing with me as of now, Because he'll put pressure on my clit than take it off and kiss my nipple and suck, He starts to grip my waist tighter, And now he's biting and kneeing my pussy and pressuring my waist, I feel a bit overwhelmed m... but since im a virgin, I didn't know this feeling but i hsd a little knowledge of how my pussy works.

" Sukana, m' gonna cum."

" No ur not, Are u fucking serious, You're not even senstive yet, you cum when i say cum."

I stop for a minute to see who he is talkikg about and i say, " Boy who tf are u- ARGH!! MGNH!."

I didn't notice, Sukana put my panties to the side and started Using his fingers, This was new, At least from someone else, It was new, i felt myself start to yell even louder, His fingers were moving at a intense speed, And as my orgasm was coming up, He stopped.

" 'ukana why baby, please let me cum..."

He started lowering himself lower and lower, Until all i can see is his beautiful pink hair. I feel him insert 2 fingers, and 2 on the other hand, And curl them. Y'all i hollered, Loudly.

" AHHHH."

Then a suctioning on my clit, it was his mouth, He was sucking it up. This only lasted a few seconds until, I got senstive and i started closing my legs and when i closed them tight, His head was the only thing in between them.

" Hey baby, lets keep'em opened for me?"

" senstive."

He looked annoyed as i look down and this time, He snaps my legs open with his hands, He strechs my legs wide and continues to suck my pussy raw and tight,, I started tighening around his fingers, Hard, and i started moaning uncontrollably and shaking, My legs ached tho becaude their was sukana, Fuck my clit and pussy so good. " kuna gunna cum..."

" no i stg if u cum, i gonna ruin u... dont fucking cum or i'll leave u here without an orgasm and let me come back and find out u fucked this pretty pink cunt, i swear will fuck everything up around u y/n, Do not fucking cum 'til i say, I know u can do it, you've wanted this, U and ur pretty pink cunt, so take it."

it's been forever since i been told what to do and i listened, Only my mama can geg me to shut up but sukana is handling my shit so well, i cant stop moaning it feels so overwhelming, the next thing i know is sukana stops finger fucking me and he looks at me snd my cunt and he smirks and he sees the mascara falling out of with my tears.

Sukana

My belt and pants. removed. her panties ripped. dick hard.

" be gentle pls.."

" nah, b a lil slut nd take this dick."

I pound inside of her, Fast, She screamed my name, and as i thrust i can feel js how tight her pussy truly is.

Though i am going way to far with it, i can't stand being called a lil ass boy? I'm a grown ass man. I throw my head back a little while beating her shit, i look down to see the lewd scene of the blood trickling down, This doggy style does no justice either but she looks so nice arching for me.

" FUCK!!! 'kuna, 'kuna , 'kuna, I'm cumming, i'm cumming."

nah

" Hell nah, No u not."

I wanna see her squirt, imma hold out for a lil, Making surr her pussy is tight and overstimulated, sentive. She starts shaking under my touch and my cock sliding in and out, but i just watched her with a burning glare to her head. She definitely knows better

She starts struggling a bit to keep up now, Her body is failing her as she falls, My arms not longer securing her.

She falling under my touch...

" ryo... please let 'm cum, i'm beggi- nghn, please."

Her legs suddenly eventually start failling, So i hook my hands under her butt, Turn her around while gripping her ass, Now i got her pinned against the door getting fucked in my hands, Her breath seeming a bit off, Shes been holding it in for a while i assumed. She finally starts tapping my chest like me and her are in a boxing rink and finally she says, " Im fk'in sorry for AGRH!! Calli- Mghn- u a FUCK, Lil boy, Jus' let m' cum."

creampie immediately. She knee as soon as my thighs clenched. I nutted in her. fuck.

" so u sorry now."

"....yes i am."

I grin to myself knowingly. i won.

I started making my way out, When she grabs my arm and says, " Kuna... what does this make us."

" friends?"

she stares at me like im crazy, but ik im not?? " What the fuck, U cant just fuck me crazy and then leave?" Oh but i can baby.

" well then earn my heart lil ass girl ."

[daisy-day-dreams]

*gif not mine*

Annie unlocked the front door of her place flicking the light on behind her. She barely had time to toss her heels aside before Jax had her face in his hands crashing his lips against hers as he kicked the door shut.

Annie pulled away, taking a moment to catch her breath. “Not here, bedroom.” She instructed. Grabbing his hand in hers she took him back to her room. She led him directly to the bed pushing him down onto her plush plum comforter that laid neatly across it.

Jax slipped off his kutte and button-up followed by his white sneakers. He sat back on the bed with a smirk on his face as he watched Annie undress herself slipping out of her dress with ease.

Annie loved the attention he was giving her body, soaking it all in. It felt so good and different from what she had grown used to. She pulled her hair over her shoulder exposing more of her neck giving him more to look at as she smirked back at him. “Are you just going to sit there and stare in awe or are you going to show me why I brought you here in the first place?”

Jax didn’t need to be told twice. He gave her a devilish smirk that made her weak in the knees. “By the time I’m done with you you’ll be having me back again and again.” He stood up pulling his white wife's beater off his torso, dropping it on the ground by their feet. He watched Annie as it was her turn now to admire his figure. She ran her eyes down his chest before landing on his scar from his time inside.“You just gonna stand there and stare darlin’ or show me why I came in the first place?”

*****

Annie ran her finger over the white jagged scar across Jax's abdomen as she laid in his arms. She remembered how upset Gemma had been when she got the call about what happened. She was over at her place helping with Abel as she would often. The color drained from Gemma’s face and Annie just knew whoever had been on the other end of the line did not have good news.

Thankfully Jax was strong and a fighter. Teller’s didn’t die easily, Gemma had told her.

"Did it hurt?" Her voice was soft in the now quiet room.

"When I fell from heaven?" Jax smirked. “Nah.”

Annie playfully smacked his chest. She lifted her head to look up at him. "You know that's not what I'm asking jackass.”

Jax’s laugh vibrated through his body making Annie have no choice but to laugh along with him. It was nice to laugh, even at something so stupid.

"I've had worse." He finally said after the moment died down and the room was quiet once more. Jax’s hand ran down her side finding its way to the long scar just below Annie’s ribs. He stopped there, resting his hand on top of it. “What about this?”

Annie looked down to where his hand was. It was just barely big enough to cover the whole scar, leaving nothing visible underneath it. “Yeah, like a bitch.”

Her heart felt heavy any time she thought about that day. Still, the physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional torment she had endured in her life.

Jax wasn’t sure whether he should pry or not but his curiosity got the better of him. “What happened?”

Annie swallowed taking a moment before making eye contact once more. “Car accident.” She stated plainly. “I was fourteen at the time, somehow I made it out. I was told I was lucky to be alive. Unfortunately, my mother wasn’t so lucky.”

It was a night that she remembered vividly despite the alcohol in her system. Delilah and she had snuck out of the house to attend a party. They knew better, they knew they’d be in big trouble if they got caught but still they didn’t care. They were young and dumb and wanted to go out like they had done plenty of times before.

Once the party got going Delilah had disappeared with Juice. Annie tried to call her to find out where she was but she didn’t answer. It didn’t feel right, being surrounded by a bunch of drunk teenagers she didn’t know. She had too many drinks, she was scared and wanted to go home. So she did the right thing. She called her mom knowing she’d come to get her.

She did the right thing, yet she still lost her mother because of it.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He knew what it was like to lose a parent.

“Thank you.” She murmured, laying her head back down on his chest. It felt nice to be held, really fucking nice.

They let the silence befall them for a moment. Annie listened to Jax’s heart thumping in his chest. It sounded so strong despite having the family flaw. She let that and the rhythm of his chest rising and falling relax her practically melting into his body.

Jax ran his fingers up and down her arm. He watched them through the reflection of Annie’s vanity as they lay there. Pictures were framing the mirror, almost all of them of the two sisters. They were close, he could tell just by seeing them interact with each other at the wedding. They had to be pretty close to make such a big move together he thought.

"Why the hell would you choose Charming to move to, of all places?"It seemed like the last place anyone would willingly come to.

Charming was just a small town, a speck compared to the surrounding cities.

“Hmm?” Annie opened her eyes."Delilah got a job here so I joined her.” It was the same response she had given time after time. “That's all.”

“You didn’t know Juice was here?”

“No, that was just some cruel twist of fate I guess,” Annie muttered. “If I had known I would have never let Delilah come here.”

“Juice really fuck up that bad?” Jax asked.

“Yeah, he did.”

Jax could tell Annie didn't really want to rehash the old wounds right now. "That can't be the only reason you came here.” Jax added.“What was in it for you? Why leave the only place you knew to be home?”

Jax had never left Charming, he probably never would. He was born here and he was going to die here. It was his destiny. He wondered what it’d be like to just leave, to make anywhere else in the world his home. He had a feeling it just wouldn’t feel right. Charming was all he really knew. He didn’t even know what he’d do with his life. Becoming President of the club had always been in his future. There was no questioning it, but recently he started questioning if this was the life he really wanted, not just for him but for his family. He had a lot of time to think and reflect while he was inside.

"I just couldn't stay there anymore." Annie’s words brought him back to their conversation. “ Plus Delilah would be lost without me and honestly, I can’t imagine life without her. It just wouldn’t be right being so far away from one another.”

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[mama-ghostie-61542]

A Thousand Lifetimes

Rated M++ for language and themes

If you recognize it, IT AIN'T MINE.

Sorry for the OOC-ness

Chapter 4

Wolf--

"If I hear the word 'Mom' anytime in the next five minutes, you are, all three, gonna lose grandparent privilege's! Enough with the fighting. 'Kala, you need to get over there and do your homework."

"But, Mom," my younger son shouted. "I can't do it alone."

"Yes, you can, dear. All you have to do is write the words in the blanks."

Mornings here were always crazy. This year, they got worse, with all three kids home all day and me working three jobs from home, while taking a few classes to keep up my certification. But what would do my head in were the constant conflicts of scheduling the boys services around project deadlines. Especially when my childless brother was my boss...One of them.

A text came through ~'Hey, Bry, do you have those reports ready? I have to submit them to the bank this afternoon.'

Loveland Demolition was well known in the Midwest, and had been doing well before the pandemic, but now, we were expanding again. I dug around in my ever expanding pile of outgoing paperwork for the fax copy of the expense reports my brother wanted. Why everything with this end of the family business went through me, I would never know. Maybe it was because he had named me our VP of NE Operations. Like I didn't have a decent job already. I mean, I didn't get my Doctorate for it to look pretty on my wall.

Speaking of, I have a class in 15 minutes. Botany of Common Herbs.

I sent off a quick message, ~ I faxed them yesterday. Did you not get them before the boys did?~

My brothers pit bulls were notorious for grabbing the pages as they fell out of the fax machine and shredding them.

A few minutes later, he replied, ~Dammit, Pita! The Pain got 'em. Already in transit?~

~Yep. UPS grabbed it yesterday. Email?~

~Ok. No. Need hard copy. Will reschedule with the bank. Do good in class today!~

About that time I got a plastic cup thrown in my general direction with my oldest son yelling, "More water! Please, Mommy."

Thankfully, my Botany Professor understands me being a little late, as she has a Downie of her own.

I get his water, and as I am standing at the sink for a few seconds extra to breathe, I feel a cold spot on one hip and the pressure of a thumb on my cheek.

'You are amazing, my Queen. You've got this.'

I smile as the feeling, and the ghost of his smiling eyes fades. How does he always know when the stress is getting to me and just what to say; just what to do. It's like I don't have to say a word, he just knows.

Great....Now I am gonna be all giggly the rest of the day. Probably gonna get an email from my Professor, too; nosy old bat.

Kihyun PoV

It was almost 22:00 when I felt the wobble in thin silver thread that connected us. As I reached for it, I felt her stress and frustration start to bleed through and somehow, instinctively knew what to do. It bothers me when she gets this stressed, because she forgets to take care of herself. And then the tension lodges in her back, manifesting as a knot just to the left of her spine.

Settling myself into my meditation, I could almost see her standing at the sink, working on something. Always working, this girl; whether it's on her actual job, her side hustle, an Etsy store where she sells knit caps, or the boys' homework. She ALWAYS has something going on. Her brothers hare-brained decision to expand the family business does not help in the slightest.

As I settle in, I can hear the din of the kids yelling, a timer going off on something, and from some where, another louder ding. She is amazing, how she can just take it all in stride. Some how, I know, she just needs a second to breathe, so I imagine my hand on her hip; stopping her right where she stands.

I visualize my hand cupping her cheek, and whispering to her, 'You are amazing, my Queen. You've got this.' I can't help the smile that spreads across my face as I see her smile. That soft, sweet smile, that just borders on the verge of blushing. I send how I feel seeing her smile down that thread and, some how, just know that she will be smiling all day now.

Awakening from my meditation, I glance at the clock. Hmm. Time for bed. But first, I am curious about the next chapter. How in the hell, with everything else she has on her plate, did she find the time to write this.

I set back on my bed, my pillows piled up behind me, and start reading.

Still Joey

I couldn't sleep so I got up at sunrise and made coffee. Sis woke up a little while later. I heard her alarm go off and then, I heard her sniffle a little. As she stumbled to the kitchen for her morning coffee, her whole bearing was like all the wind had been sucked out of her.

My heart went out to her.

"Sis. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, Joey. Just my own brain. Think I am going crazy. That's all."

I'm right there with you.

"Explain," I said.

Rather than use actual words, she put on 'Comatose' by Too Close To Touch. "This says it better than I ever could."

I set aside the story and brought up the song. As I sat there listening, I could almost feel how hurt she was. How she thought she was going crazy. I wanted, so much, to fly to her, where ever she was.

"Sissie," I sighed, "What is the matter?"

"I think I am losing my mind, Joey. I just don't want to remember, if remembering is always going to hurt. I'm afraid that it will cost me the one of the two things I am most afraid to lose; my kids or my mind."

"You aren't going crazy, Sis. Who told you that you were crazy for feeling like that?"

"Mom. According to her, I am. Apparently, it is all just a construct of my own mind. Can't be real because it's all in my head, but it is all that I could ever dream of. It makes me want to sleep until it is real. I want to forget the way his voice sounds, cause it hurts too much to hear it when I am alone. I want to forget the color of his eyes, but I see it everyday in my coffee. I want to forget it all, so it doesn't hurt anymore. There is no way he can be real. No way his smell can be real. The more I remembered, I guess, the more I want to forget."

"Bryn, tell me about him?"

"What does it matter? He is no more than a fantasy my own mind created," she said as she dug in a cabinet and added a more than generous amount of Jack Daniels to her coffee.

"Bry! Really??"

"What," she groused as she sipped on her coffee flavored whiskey.

"It is barely sun rise and you are already drinking. What would he say if he caught you?"

"Doesn't matter," she grumbled as her bottom lip pulled in a little and blinked rapidly, a sure sign she was fighting back her own tears. I could see her start to fold in around herself.

'No, my dear, I am very real. And very disappointed.'

"Bullshit," I yelled. "It does matter! I will prove you wrong. I'll prove to you that he is very real," I growled in my own temper, as I leaned over the table at her, "and I know him. He would be so disappointed in you, right now. Instead of working with the connection, you were trying to drown the memories in whis-," I came to a dead stop as I realized what was actually happening. "How long have you been fighting them? The memories, I mean."

'Told ya. Wait. What!? She'd been wrestling with our memories? Oh, my stubborn Wolf, you were never meant to carry them all yourself.'

She deflated and slid the mug away from her. Resting her head on her arms, she whispered, "I was 14 the first time I remembered anything. At the time it was no more than a whisper, a cold spot when I was upset or hurting. Which, lets be honest, was a lot of the time back then. When I was 16, I finally worked up the courage to talk to someone about my dreams. My mistake was telling Ma."

I cringed. I had heard nasty stories about her mom, but sat still and let her continue.

Is her mother really that bad? How much of this had she been keeping from me.

"She went off and let loose a litany of my supposed short-comings. I still remember it, to this day. 'You are so stupid. Why would any man, especially one like THAT, want anyone like you. Anyone else would be better than YOU; you stupid, worthless, ignorant, ugly, child.' After that, I went back to keeping it all to myself. This one," she said as she brought up Forest Blakk's 'Find Me', "Says it all."

I put on the song and knew how it had hurt her for years. My anger burned when the artist spoke of being told you were crazy. 'I want her, you Crazy Bitch. Good Mother, Please,' I started, before thinking better of the prayer that had been on my tongue a moment ago. 'Please watch over her, Grandmother.'

Hearing her own mother call her those things, was tough to listen to. But I could tell she still wasn't finished yet. I let her go, she had years of this pain to offload.

"As I got older, it changed. I was almost 26 when the burn of a kiss landed on my cheek. My ex-husband, at the time, saw the blister it left and went ballistic. Woke me up by kicking the end of the bed. 'I want a divorce. I don't know who he is, but I plan on making you pay for it. Now, get your stuff and get out.' And I paid for it, alright. Didn't even bother to ask if I had it the night before, just assumed I was sneaking out. I never did. Looking back now, maybe I should have left the first time accused me. The ink wasn't dry on the divorce papers when he got remarried. Literally, got them both done in half an hour."

"Are you kidding me? He wanted to accuse you, but he...," I will admit that I was finally starting to see just how messed up her life had been. "Did you love him?"

'Messed up,' I thought, 'No, Sir. Her life has been a craptastic shitshow of epic fucking proportions. Honestly, I would like to know what fucking moronic bastard ordered this shitastical fuckfest for my Queen! I'd like to fucking throat punch him.'

She shook her head. "No. My mother sat it all up. Literally walked into the house Friday afternoon and said, 'You are getting married on Monday at 9.' He was getting deployed and she thought he would be a good fit for me, that she would get grands out of the deal. She didn't find out he was fixed until he was already gone. That is where I learned to keep my hair really short. He used to drag me around by it and scream about all of the things I did. The next day he would scream and drag me around by it to yell about all the stuff I didn't get done."

"So it was more or less arranged?"

"Yeah. After that, I met the asshole. The day he left, I had just buried a brother, and I had lost my job; all on my birthday. After all that, I fell into a deep depression. To the point where I would wonder sometimes why I was still breathing. It was in that place that I saw him. It was no more than his eyes, the exact shade of my coffee, and that voice, but still; if not for him..." she trailed off, a haunted look in her eyes.

After a few minutes of her staring off into space, I prodded, "If not for him?"

She turned and looked at me, "I wouldn't be here. I would have cut ties with this world and willingly walked right into that darkness. I can remember him telling me once, 'Don't you give up. Don't you dare give up. Get up, keep moving.' It was those eyes though, watching them seem to burn in the darkness. They stayed with me so much that I drew them at least a thousand times."

"Really?"

"Yep. Dark eyes that burn," she chuckled. "Got called crazy for that one, too. 'Why do you always draw the exact same thing, ya crazy bitch? How about a tree or a nice mountain. Why is it always those damned eyes, Not that a worthless bitch like you can draw anyway.' So yeah, there's that."

"Hold it. She actually called you worthless?"

Bryn just nodded. "Multiple times, and ugly quite a few times. At the end with the ex, she told me, 'I hate that when I, and she stressed the 'I', put a block in your path, you seem to dance around it and go off into the woods and still end up on the other side. That you whip off of the beaten path, going God knows where, on some barely visible game trail, and somehow still come out on the other side, just where you meant to be'. She said nothing pissed her off more than my ability to adapt."

'That's my Ghostie,' I thought as I smiled proudly. 'Her ability to see things others miss, explodes lower minds.'

Now, I have seen pictures of her mom and old photos of Bryn when she was younger. Let me tell you, when she was young, Bryn was coltishly pretty before becoming ethereal. Not that you could tell it now. Now, she jokes that she traded looks for brains about the time she got her doctorate.

"So, how did you end up with Clark?"

"He was there and I was getting tired of waiting, tired of my Auntie's trying to set me up with whatever boy they could find. One tried to set me up with her ex-nephew. That was nothing but awkward. We are still good friends, almost family. He has said before, 'I love you to bits, but that is icky, you are like a sister to me. Now, please, go throw on a skirt, you have amazing legs and should show them off.' That boy can turn up the girlfriend vibe in 3 seconds...flat.

I know someone who can do that. Weird.

"In the end, I got tired of the pitying looks I would get at the family things. Truth be told, when I told him to either commit or get out, I thoroughly expected him to take off at a run, like he couldn't get away fast enough. Before I knew what had happened, he told everyone I had proposed and picked a Saturday. After that, it was a whirlwind and I almost took off."

"Took off? Eloped?"

She snickered. "No. Ran away. Far away."

"Oh. So you almost pulled a runner?"

"Oh yeah. Had my bestie stand up with me because I knew that if Haka showed up and objected, he would have knocked Clark to the floor to give me time to run."

'I very nearly did show up.'

I thought back to what I said when he finally left.

"What did I say?" I stood there, leaning on the doorway, arms crossed over my chest, fingers tapping on my bicep. The look on my face was thoroughly parental.

"That it would never work."

"And....."

"You were right, I was wrong, I am sorry."

"You gonna listen to me from now on?" My face was passive, but there if she had looked she would have seen the anger in my eyes. I wasn't mad at her, I was more than a little upset with him, though.

"Yes, Dear."

"Good Girl. I'll be home as soon as I can." I cupped her face, kissed her forehead, and said, "Don't do it again. Next time you won't get away with it, my stubborn Wolf."

"Next time?"

I was turning to head back to my body, "First one doesn't count. It was arranged. This one, you got swept up in. Don't do it again. Now, go to sleep."

I had to breathe a minute against the anger building in my chest. Then, I went back to the story.

"You call him 'Haka'? That's cute."

"Yeah, he's Heyhaka, the Elk. Haka, for short. Then there is Sweet Pea, and the occasional Assbag."

"And is he often a jerk?"

"Nah. Only when he is making promises he has no intentions to keep."

'Listen here, Lady! I fully intend to keep them when they are made, Woman!'

"I really don't think he would make them if he didn't intend on keeping them, Sissie. Sometimes, circumstance gets in the way, and then they don't get the focus they deserve. How does he phrase it?"

"All he says is 'Soon'."

I laughed. "The word 'soon' is not a promise. It's an open guarantee."

"What?"

"It's a half promise. He can't put a time on it so he just says soon. You know, sometimes you can be kind of dense."

'Exactly. You are kind of thick sometimes, Darling.'

Bryn's cheeks pinked. "Aww, shut the fuck up," She laughed.

"You've got a potty mouth!"

My jaw dropped. 'Naughty.'

"Like you didn't know or don't have one of your own. Has he not told you the extent of my sailor's mouth?"

"He doesn't know that I know you. I get to hear about everything from both sides. Kinda makes me wanna poke my ear drums out sometimes."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. You two are fuckin' perfect for each other."

'I guess we are, huh?'

About that time, the kids started waking up. Davidd was first, followed by Mattie, and then Darryn. I was sitting on the couch, getting the walkthrough of how to turn on the cartoon channels when Mattie climbed up next to me and curled up in my side.

"Morning, Munchkin," I said cheerfully.

She sagged against me and whispered, "Morning, Uncle Joey. Can I have some new milk?"

I was taken aback by the simplicity of the request. "Shouldn't you be asking your mom for that?"

"I would but Daddy called and him and mama got into another fight."

'And that just cashed out my good night.', I thought as I could have sworn I heard a knock at my door.

A-N:) Please don't shoot the messenger. Spirit put up some of the tags. Lol.

[meowmerson]

1, 22, 34 and 35?? Pretty pretty please? ANY pairing actually, but maybe Tomione or Fremione or Regumione or Dramione? I'm just craving these particular prompts they're amazingg

(lmao sorry this took so long but anyway im picking fremione so i love you!! here we go!!)

The Weasley house always came alive at family reunions.

It had always been lively for as long as Hermione had known them, but as everyone grew older it wasn’t often that you could find all of them together at once, and there was nothing comparable to the chaos that ensued when the entire family reunited. Harry and Ginny and the kids, Ron and Lavender and the baby, Bill and Fleur and their children, Charlie and his boyfriend, Percy and his girlfriend, George and Angelina and–

And Fred.

The truth of the matter was things got hectic at the Weasley house whenever Fred came home. He didn’t come home often, or at least that’s what she heard, usually preferring to keep watch over his shop, but he was always there when she visited, encouraging bad behavior in the children and all together causing mischief. It was exhausting, because the children adored him, loved him enough to flock to his defense whenever Hermione started to nag, and she had so much to nag him for.

He was reckless and dangerous around the children, he swore without bothering to care if they overheard, he encouraged them to take part in stupid, ridiculous things like food fights and some stupid game called ‘bloody knuckles’ where they actually punch each others knuckles and the first one to show a sign of pain loses, and she knows Fred taught that game to them but none of them will fess up and Hermione seems to be the only one who cares.

“They’re just kids,” Harry said when she tried to get him to see some sense, “Things get a bit hectic on Christmas, and you know they like to impress Fred, but its fine. Let it go.” 

Never mind that Lily and James were currently sat on the living room floor repeatedly pounding their fists together as hard as they could to try to break each others fingers.

And the problem was when she tried to let it go, he only got worse. Practically antagonistic. As if he wanted her to lose her temper. As if he couldn’t bear to give her a single moment of peace over the holiday. She didn’t know why. Ginny said it was because he wanted her to pay attention to him but Hermione was always paying attention to him so she didn’t really understand why that would be an issue.

And she really was paying attention to him all the time. In increasingly alarming ways. 

It’s just that her and Fred were the only single family members left, so really it was natural for her to think about him like that sometimes. She had gone quite a long time without being with anyone, and even if Fred was childish and antagonistic and a bit crass, he was also a friend. He was tall and handsome and there was something unmatchably beautiful about the way he smiled, so sometimes she just thought–

Well, she thought a number of horrible, shameful things that weren’t use dwelling on. Best to just move on and pretend those thoughts never occurred to her in the first place. 

But ignoring those thoughts was aways more difficult when he was right there.

Her goal for the day–partly because it was Christmas and partly because she was trying to get ahold of herself–was to ignore him. All day. Just ignore everything and anything he did, no matter how ridiculous and how irresponsible, she would leave it to the others to step in if need be. So she curled up on the worn arm chair armed with a glass of Champagne (it wasn’t even noon) watching Fred hoist Lily up onto his shoulders, her tiny body wracked with giggles and her hands fisting in his hair, and she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from telling him to be careful. 

She didn’t miss his eyes slanting in her direction, as if he had been expecting her to say something. She fixed her eyes on James holding Ron and Lavender’s baby on the couch until she was certain Fred had looked away before she returned her gaze to him as he pranced around the room like a loon with Lilly laughing hysterically on his shoulders. He might make this all easier on her by not being quite so handsome when he laughed.

She looked away and moved to the kitchen to help Molly cook.

In the time she spent ignoring him, Fred managed to nick the pie that had been cooling in the window and shared it with the kids before dinner, but Molly had lectured him enough that Hermione didn’t even need to control herself, though she didn’t miss Fred catch her eye for a brief moment while Molly had a go at him. He also fed the children candy that had them burping up bubbles and floating toward the ceiling, he charmed one of the toy stuffed dragons to follow and attack Ron for a full hour, he slipped something into Angelina’s drink that had her and George stuck together at the lips until he finally deigned it time to separate them–though they didn’t seem particularly upset–and through all of this and far, far worse as the day went on Hermione remained resolutely silent.

She stayed silent when he told a story about a customer at the shop and called them an ‘uppity bitch’ at loud volume less than two feet away from the children. She stayed silent when he made the mashed potatoes explode as soon as they were set on the table to eat. She stayed silent when he locked Charlie and his boyfriend in the coat closet for half an hour and she didn’t even attempt to cast the counter spell to let them out. She absolutely was taking no part in his tomfoolery for the day, she would remain silent and entirely uninvolved. And she especially ignored it when he overtly stared at her from across the dinner table for the entire meal, eyes narrowed in silent contemplation. 

She kept herself in check all day. Which is why it was somewhat disheartening when she was set off by a paint fight, of all things.

She had gone all day, all bloody day without saying a thing, when Fred turned the flames on the scented candles Lavender brought into fireworks she had said nothing, when he charmed the Christmas ornaments to scurry around he house like mice she kept her mouth shut, but something about walking into the living room seeing the entire room as well as every child and even the baby covered in the paint from one of James’s Christmas presents, and Fred’s hand cupping a glop of paint and ready to throw at a giggling, splatter painted James and she just–

“Fred Weasley!” 

His head snapped toward her, his eyebrows raised in surprise and his lips slowly pulling into a bemused smile, looking somehow more devious than she had even seen him. “Granger!” He greeted excitedly, a chorus of children’s laughter around him, “I was beginning to think you’d gone mute!”

“Put the paint down and clean up this mess!” She demanded.

“Are you gonna come over here and make me?” He goaded, sending the children–who had frozen upon her arrival and were watching the two of them–into peals of laughter smothered behind their paint-soaked hands. Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Come on, Hermione,” Fred grinned, “Going quiet again? You’ve already ignored me all day.”

“You are utterly irresponsible,” She snapped, “Is it so impossible for you to spend one day at home without acting like a child? You know I don’t particularly like spending my Christmases conducting damage control for everything you–”

She got slapped in the face with a handful of yellow paint. 

The children shrieked with laughter, and Hermione  stared slack-jawed and furious as Fred lowered his hand, still stained yellow by the paint that clung to his fingers. She reached up and smeared the paint off, staring at her own now-yellow hand before raising her eyes to meet his again. He looked utterly delighted.

“Okay,” She muttered under her breath, flicking the paint off her hand and taking a deep, frustrated breath in through her nose. One of the containers of paint–much bigger than it had been when it was gifted to James, she could only imagine Fred had enlarged them all–sat on the table in front of her. She picked it up, marching across the room toward Fred who had a strange expression caught between disappointed and amused and fond. He opened his mouth, probably to say something divisive.

She dumped the remainder of the purple paint in her container right on his face.

Most of it went straight into his open mouth, so he turned to cough and spit the paint back out as the children erupted into screaming laughter. When he turned back to her it was with an expression of pure shock and bewilderment. She dropped the canister to the ground and set her hands on her hips, cocking her eyebrow up at him. She would be disappointed in herself later for sinking down to his level, for now she would appreciate the gobsmacked expression on his face.

It didn’t last long. Before she could even properly memorize the expression it melted into a grin and his hands seized her waist and hoisted her up in the air and pressed his purple stained face against her neck to smear the paint on her. She let out a startled laugh before she managed to steel her voice into something serious which only made it less threatening when she said “Fred Weasley put me down!”

He did, and for a brief moment she was surprised at how quickly he followed her direction, but he very quickly lifted her again, this time around the hips so he could throw her over his shoulder. “You caveman!” She said, pounding once on his back. From this position she could see the kids all clambering around his legs in excitement as he walked, laughing loudly and staring up at the two of them with wide, excited eyes. “Put me down!” She demanded.

He didn’t, so she tapped on James shoulder and pointed to the canister of red near the fireplace. He tittered over to the paint can and brought it to her, dissolving into excited giggles as he did so. She scrabbled at Fred’s back to lift herself enough in order to upend the bucket all over his back. 

He let out a loud shout of surprise which quickly turned into barking laughter as he let her slide back down to the ground. The paint that was still on her hands from the canister she smeared up and over his head so that it stuck to his hair. 

She didn’t notice she was smiling until his eyes flickered down to her mouth for a moment. He was smiling too, the same smile she had been obsessing over for years, but it was different somehow. It lacked all edges of antagonism or meanness as he usually had when he smiled at her. He just looked happy and a little bewildered, his hands were still curled around her waist and he was so close--

The door to the living room opened. “Whoa, what the hell--” 

Harry stood in the doorway, staring at her and Fred and then the kids and then back at them in shock. Hermione was mortified. “We’ll clean it up.” She promised.

Harry stood there for a moment, quietly taking in the scene, before he dissolved into quiet laughter in the doorway. “You kids have fun,” He said with no small amount of mocking.

“Harry stop laughing!” She called after him when he shut the door. “We’re going to clean it up! Okay,” She said suddenly, pushing away from Fred and picking up the canister. She pointed it at him. “We’re cleaning up your mess.”

“My mess?” He pressed a hand against his chest in a frankly overdramatic display of being offended, but his grin hadn’t faded a bit. “You took part in this!” 

“Come on,” She ushered the children, ignoring him, “We need to get you cleaned up.”

“Hermione!” Fred called from behind her, laughter in his voice. “Are you going to ignore me again?”

“You are impossible to ignore Fred Weasley,” She drawled. 

A quick glance behind her as she ushered the children out of the living room to clean them up told her that comment left him outrageously pleased.