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okai, im logging out and deleting tumblr. from the bottom of my heart tysm for everyone who took the time to read my work and interact with me despite my gaps of inconsistency. to all the friends i made on here in such a short period of time, i wish each and every one of you nothing but the best and more. regardless of peoples opinions on me, how i write, the way i am as a person, i wish no harm or ill intent on those who disliked me. i just wish that those who do things like this, one day realize that the choices i make or what i choose to reblog or write will never have an impact on them because they have the choice of blocking and moving on. i wont say i take accountability because i have none to take, my account is public for a reason and i was aware of what i was reblogging because the post had a good amount of reblogs, but not only did you post that with the intent to harm me and how people view me, you created a space where you accept bullying. anyways, like i said in my last post my work won't be deleted, it will still be up for those who want to read it can. i wish you all so much love within your lives && remember to go outside and live in the present !!

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sigh sigh SIGH ! i have my tumblr notifications off and after this i won’t be coming back.

this is so sad that people have been keeping tabs on me since me being on obx tumblr..

before i switched over to sinners tumblr, yes i ran a dark content / writing blog ( way before obx.. jjk tumblr ) .. i have always been open about it and as to why i wrote / reblogged what i did.

i hate talking about it because it triggers me but since i constantly have to explain myself, i was sexually assaulted by my older brother, little brother ( they are related by the same father ) when i was a teenager in the back of a church van/bus. — yes i go to therapy still, no i still haven’t processed what has happened to me so i turn my trauma into fics or use to indulge into works of stepcest and etc.

i don’t care what you think of me, i don’t care what you think i need to process or whatever, but passing around a screenshot of something that i KNEW was public is so ??? never once did i think i was hiding this from anyone.

i stopped reblogging and writing work like that because i want to heal myself and let go of what has happened too me.

you mean not believe me or understand what my brain / thought process is but all that matters is i know what my heart is.

i loved my time on here but i am done, i am done with the constant bullying, harassment, death threats… im sick of it all. i will keep this account up as archived but i won’t be updating , posting or anything along those lines anymore.

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thinking about youre always arguing with your boyfriend on how bestfriend!stack is quote on quote “ is like a brother to you, and that theres nothing going on with you two “

but 2 hrs later your being fucked raw by your best friend, so good that it has you holding your breath and stack is talking you through it, whispering “you feelin it baby, huh?” and you say nothing, moaning in agreement.

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⋆.ೃ࿔ 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 ᝰ Smoke's been gone on business, him and Stack out making shady deals and God knows what else. You’ve been home waiting for his return, trying to keep your hands busy and your anxiety at bay, but when he finally comes home, with blood dripping down his torso, all that waiting boils over into worry.

𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮… Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore

𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻… SFW ᝰ fluff + angst, non-canon, fem!reader, envisioned as black!reader while writing, pregnancy [second trimester], soft!Smoke, established relationship [married couple], use of derogatory word [cracker], implied anxiety & worry, depictions of injury, southern/country dialect used. implied southern/country accent. 1930’s time period.

𝑫𝑼𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵… 2.8k words

𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑹… Wanted to write something fluffy but also a little angsty for Smoke since I just posted smut for him. As always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions! I hope you enjoy!!

𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺… Sinners M.List ・Sinners Taglist ・Main M.list

The house has settled for the night, there’s cicadas hiding in the trees, the hum of distant frogs buzzing in the air, and the gentle creak of the old floorboards beneath your feet as you move throughout your home. The house has been quiet all day since Smoke isn’t here for his voice to bounce off the walls and his shoes tapping against the floor.

Him and his brother are out on a “business” trip doing God knows what. Smoke doesn’t like involving you in his dealings, not wanting those type of things to spill into your marriage but sometimes you force him to tell you things and when you don’t feel like going back and forth with him, you ask Stack, bribing him for information with a warm pie or whatever he’s in the mood for.

These trips never have a set amount of time they’ll be gone, it could be a few days or a few weeks so you just wait for him to return to you. You’ve been trying to distract yourself all day, straightening up the house, folding the same blanket three times, and even baking a pound cake just to keep your hands busy. But now the night’s settled in, and you’re left with nothing but your thoughts.

You just finished up in the bathroom, wrapping up your hair for the night, and getting ready for your bed so you can get some sleep. You sit on the side of your bed, taking off your robe that’s tied loosely over your nightgown, your belly becoming rounder by the day as your pregnancy progresses. Your hand strokes over your stomach as you hum a little tune, reaching to turn off the lamp on your nightstand.

When you’re about to lay down and close your eyes, that’s when you hear it. The low growl of a car engine cutting through the quiet, tires rolling slow over the dirt road leading up to the house. You didn’t need to look out the window to know who it was. You can feel him, that familiar tug in your chest, the one that always stirs up inside you whenever he’s near.

A soft smile creeps onto your face as you slip on your slippers and tie your robe back on, stepping into the parlor room, turning on the lights so you can see in front of you without tripping over your feet. By the time you open the front door to greet Smoke, he’s already climbing up the porch steps, that same easy strut in his walk paired with his cold expression that doesn’t warm up until he’s in your presence.

You can tell something is off with him, you just can’t put your finger on it. His feet are moving a little slower than usual, and there’s a tightness in his jaw. Despite being a little curious you push those thoughts aside and welcome your husband back home. “How you be?” he says, his voice clearly tinged with exhaustion from travel but still tender enough for you to feel his love. “the baby been good to ya’?”

You don’t answer at first, at least not with words. You just wrap your arms around him the second he’s close enough, squeezing him tight against you. He wraps you up in those big muscular arms, one hand slipping to your lower back and the other curling over your belly. His lips press against your forehead, making you light up at his act of affection. “The baby been quiet,” you murmur into his chest, “and now that you standin’ in front of me in one piece? I’m doin’ real good.”

He lets out a low chuckle, pulling back just enough to give you a proper kiss, slow and deep against his juicy lips, like he’s trying to make up for every second he’s been away. You melt into it, your hands holding the sides of his face until you pull back just enough to search his eyes, wanting to make sure he’s alright. “Did you and Stack take care of yourselves out there?”

Your hand rests lightly on his chest, fingers splayed out beneath the soft fabric of his wrinkled shirt. The moment you ask if he and Stack were okay, you feel his hand graze along the curve of your belly one last time before pulling back. “Yeah, we alright.” he says, voice smooth like molasses but just a little too fast, like he already had this rehearsed. “Ain’t nothin’ to worry ‘bout.”

Even though his tone is calm and confident you know better. That’s the voice he uses when he doesn't want you poking around, when he’s trying to ease your mind without telling you the whole truth.

You know every version of Smoke’s tone of voice; when he’s lying, when he’s happy, when he’s horny, when he’s in pain and trying to hide it. This one? This is his lying tone.

Your brows knit a little, but you don’t push for any information just yet. Instead, you take another approach, slinging your arms around his body, sliding your hands under his suit jacket and feeling the fabric of his dress shirt. Your palms travel down his back, then across his sides, searching for any sort of injuries he could be trying to hide.

You almost think you aren’t going to find anything until you feel a wet and warm substance against your hand. Your hand jerks back and when you look down at your palm, there’s blood against your skin. “Elijah…”

He doesn’t answer at first, just presses his lips together like he already knows you’re about to start fussing at him. You reach forward and press your hand lightly over the stain again on the side of his torso, and this time, he flinches. “Elijah,” you say again, firmer this time. “you bleedin’.”

He sighs, like it’s just a minor inconvenience, not really thinking too much of it. “It’s jus’ a scratch, baby. I’m fine.” When it comes to things like this, it’s like pulling teeth to get Smoke to admit when he’s in pain. You know it’s rooted in him to worry about everyone else’s well being and not his own but you won’t let him, not while you’re still walking this earth.

“That ain’t jus’ a scratch.” You pull him inside the house and close the door behind him, dragging him throughout the house and stopping once you both get to the kitchen. “Take that jacket off and lemme patch it up.” Smoke is about to tell you that ain’t necessary, but once he sees the look in your eye, the stern look you give him when you aren’t in the mood to play tongue tug-a-war, he does what he’s told.

He shrugs out of the jacket slowly and the moment it slips from his shoulders, you see the ounces of blood that’s seeped through the white of his shirt, clinging to his side in a way that makes your stomach turn. “Sit down.” you murmur, pointing toward one of the chairs at the kitchen table. He does, but not before grunting as he lowers himself, one hand bracing against the table, the other hovering near the wound.

You grab the little tin box from the cabinet that holds everything you need to doctor him up: bandages, alcohol, and a needle and thread just in case he needs stitches. You set it on the table with a sharp thud, pulling up a chair and sitting in front of him. “Take ya’ shirt off.”

Smoke undoes the buttons slowly, flinching when the fabric peels away from his skin as he tries to take it off. Once the dress shirt is away, and he takes off his t-shirt, your eyes fall upon the wound. It’s stretched just along his ribs, dripping with blood and jagged like someone tried to cut him and only half-finished the job.

You wet a cloth and bend towards him, pressing it gently against the wound. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth but doesn’t pull away. “What happened?” you ask quietly but with a stern tone, not looking up. “And don’t give me some half-assed reason you jus’ made up in yo’ head. I wanna hear what really happened.”

Smoke leans back in the chair, his eyes flick up to the ceiling, then down at you as you doctor him up, your belly brushing his knee each time you shift closer to get a better angle at his wound. For a moment, you think he might lie again. Might smooth it over like he always does. But he must see the way your mouth’s set tight paired with the heat in your eyes, because this time he honestly answers your question.

“Man we went to handle,” he starts, voice a little raspier than before. “was s’posed to be alone. Told Stack I ain’t trust it, but you know him, runnin’ his mouth as usual, sayin’ it’d be quick money.”

You keep pressing the warm cloth to the cut, dabbing carefully and gently, though inside you’re ready to chew Stack out for putting your husband in a dangerous situation.

Smoke winces, trying to pretend he isn’t in pain but continues telling the story. “The man had two crackers waitin’ out back. Soon as we got the man cornered, they come rushin’ in. One of ‘em got lucky, sliced me while I was tryin’ to handle the other.” He grumbles at that, wishing he had you light him a cigarette before you started working on him. “Stack damn near lost his mind when he saw me all cut up, shot both of ‘em in the leg ‘fore I could even blink.”

You look up at him then, eyes soft but your voice is sharp, shaking your head at how Smoke and Stack allow themselves to be in these compromising positions. “And you didn’t think maybe you shoulda got that looked at before draggin’ yourself in here bleedin’ all over my floors?”

“Ain’t trustin’ no backroad doctor to touch me. Rather come home and let you fuss over me. You patch me up better than anybody.”

You scoff but your cheeks flush warm, hating how even all cut up, this man still makes you go soft for him. “Keep talkin’ sweet like that and I might let ya’ off the hook.” you mutter, rinsing the rag in the bowl and pressing it back firm enough to make him hiss again.

“Mm.” He grunts with his slightly jaw clenched. “Might be bleedin’, but I still know how to talk my wife. ‘Specially when she mad at me.”

You shake your head again, trying not to laugh, your hands moving steady as you wipe away the last smear of blood. The gash isn’t pretty, but it’s clean now. It’s long but thankfully not deep enough for him to need stitches if you keep its wrapped tight.

You reach for the little bottle of alcohol next, needing to make sure it doesn’t get infected. Smoke sees it and narrows his eyes like a child about to get scolded, trying to brace himself for the upcoming sting.

“This gon’ burn somethin’ ugly.” He grumbles under his breath, low enough that you can’t catch all the words. But he sits there all the same, shoulders squared, breathing hard through his nose as you pour the alcohol straight into the cut.

He lets out a deep growl, hand gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles almost turn white .“Look at you,” you murmur, trying to soothe him as you blot the alcohol in with clean gauze. “Actin’ all tough out there, but the second you back in my house, you jus’ a big baby who can’t take a lil’ burn.”

He cracks the smallest smile through his gritted teeth, shaking his head at you calling him a baby. Even though he tries to deny it, when he gets around you he lets his walls down, allowing himself to be soft and gentle.

With you he doesn’t have to mean ole’ Smoke that everyone claims him to be. “Only reason I’m sittin’ here lettin’ you torture me with that rag is ‘cause I love ya’. Anybody else woulda got they ass cussed out.”

You let out a small laugh, knowing that Smoke’s words are true, if it wasn’t you tending to his wounds he definitely would be cussing at whoever’s trying to patch him up. When it’s finally clean, you coat it with the salve Annie swears by and wrap it up snug with fresh bandages. Your fingers work fast, practiced from all the little patch-jobs you’ve done on him over the years.

When you’re done, you lean back, hands resting on your round belly, looking him dead in his eyes. “You gotta be more careful out there, ya’ hear me?” you scold slightly, wanting him to know how serious you are. “I ain’t let you knock me up just to end up raisin’ this baby by myself. Me and this little one need you comin’ back home in one piece. Every time.”

One of your greatest fears is that one day Smoke won’t come home, that someone will be at your door giving you the bad news that your husband has gone to be with the Lord before you could even tell him goodbye. You try not to worry yourself with what if’s but the image of him being in a casket before his time haunts you every time he walks out the front door.

Smoke’s eyes soften, knowing that the work he does makes you uneasy sometimes, especially at times like this where he comes home wounded. He dips his forehead to yours, wanting to ease your mind and know that you don’t have to worry about him. “Ain’t nothin’ out there worth more than what I got right here,” he murmurs. “Ain’t never gon’ let nothin’ take me from you and this baby. You got my word on that.”

You swallow, fighting back the burn in your eyes, brushing your nose against his before pulling back, taking a sigh of relief. “Good,” you breathe, a tremble in your voice you can’t quite hide but you don’t let it stop you from bossing Smoke around. “Now, come to bed. You gon’ rest the next few days. Ain’t no runnin’ off behind Stack till you healed proper. You got that, Elijah?”

He doesn’t argue or rebuttal. He just leans forward slow, his brown dyes burning into yours like always when he looks at you. “Yes ma’am. Whateva’ you say, mama.” He presses a soft kiss on your forehead before standing up, putting his hand out so he can help you stand up since he knows it’s getting harder as your belly swells.

You take his hand, letting him pull you up slow and careful. The weight of your belly shifts as you rise, and Smoke’s other hand instinctively moves to steady your back, like he always does now, a gentle but firm touch while he watches you like a hawk.

Once you’re on your feet, you don’t move right away. You stand there with him in the low kitchen light, your arms wrapped loosely around his middle, careful not to press against the bandages, your cheek resting against his chest. His heart beating steady beneath your ear, so strong you can hear each thump of his heart. “I missed you somethin’ awful.”

He hums, his lips pressing into your hairline before leading you down the hallway. “I missed you more. Missed hearin’ your voice instead of Stack’s loud-ass complainin’ every five minutes.” Hearing that makes you laugh because you know how much those two love to bicker about any and everything.

You lace your fingers with his as you walk slowly down the hall, both of you moving in sync like you always do. Once in the bedroom, you help him out of the rest of his clothes, folding them neatly on the chair while he climbs under the covers in just his boxers.

You untie your robe, slip it off, and join him under the quilt, your back pressing against his chest as he curls his body around yours protectively. One arm slips beneath your pillow, the other drapes over your middle, his big hand resting on your belly.

His thumb rubs soft circles into your skin, feeling the little fluttering movements in your womb. “Baby movin’?” he asks, his voice low and thick, already sinking into that drowsy place that only comes when he knows you and the baby are doing well.

“Mhm,” you whisper, smiling weakly against the pillow. “started up soon as I laid down. They must know you back home.”

Smoke hums, pressing a slow kiss to the curve of your shoulder. “Baby, already got good sense.” he murmurs, voice heavy with sleep but still soft and tender. “Know they papa gon’ always come home.”

You don’t respond to him verbally, you just reach down and rest your hand on top of his that’s sprawled across your stomach, holding him close, anchoring both of you to this little slice of peace y’all have carved out of this rough world.

Feeling your husband's warm embrace against your frame, comforts your soul, helping you easily grow tired and your eyelids to grow heavy. “Goodnight, ‘lijah.” You whisper, falling deeper into his chest while a yawn passes through your lips.

Smoke kisses your neck, pulling you closer to him before resting his head on his pillow. “Night, baby.” And just like that, the Moore house is silent and fast asleep. Both of you feeling a sense of relief now that you’re wrapped in the other's arms again, safe and sound.

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okai as promised pt2 to this ! pls enjoy !! also i was listening to break up with your girlfriend by ms ariana grande !! ilyy im finally out of writers block yeppie :D ~ this is a bit long so ... be prepared

disclaimer there is implied stalking so if u dnt like that pls keep scrolling.

smoke didn't say anything back which pissed you off more than you would like to admit so you decided to turn your attention to her, sierra. "hi, i'm ♡! nice to meet you!" you reached your arm out to offer her a handshake but she just stared at you like you were the evil to all evil; you are especially when it comes to smoke.

smokes eyes are still heavy on you, you put your arm down before muttering "tough crowd, i see." before turning around making your way to the other couch opposite from the two and sitting down. you knew smoke wasn't pleased on you going on contact but he had no right to be mad, he did it to himself.

"so ♡, what have you been up too? i heard you were seeing someone !" marys voice breaks the tension, you look over at her before letting out a little a laugh and responding. "I've been good, just been busy with college and yea i guess you can say that, just trying to be with boys my age, you know?" you said the last line a little louder than needed to make sure smoke knew what you were trying to do and he did, he caught it the moment you said it.

you turned to smoke, you finally got a good look at him. He was wearing a black fitted tee with dark wash jeans and white air forces, you cant lie he looks really good. "so elijah, your not gonna introduce me to your little girlfriend?" you said it sweetly with annoyance hidden behind your voice. He knew what you were trying to do and it was working because serria spoke up, "excuse me? one, im a grown ass woman so u will address me as such"

you knew the girl wasn't used to how you played your little games and every little thing you did was getting under her skin and you're enjoying it. you laughed at her outburst, mary said your name to get you to stop messing with the pair but she knew how you were. "i'm sorry, i just thought it was rude that he didn't properly introduce you to me since i am family," your voice is now on edge, "isn't that right, elijah?" this time your eyes soften looking at him, he can tell your hurt.

smoke finally speaks, "no doubt about it. you always have a place here." its the first in a month since you heard his voice, it was still rough as ever but this time it was more silent than usual; gentle. you decided that sitting in this room with them was painful enough so you got up off the couch and announced your going outside.

once you get up, mary says she will join you and you both walk to the backdoor and what you failed to notice is how smokes eyes follow you and how his girlfriend felt her place in his life falter.

once people started showing up and the gathering became more lively, you started drinking heavier, trying to get your mind off of smoke and his girlfriend. every once in a while you would glance over at them. They sat at one of the tables, smoke in the chair, her in his lap, it made you feel an emotion that you don't wish for anyone to have.

"you need to slow down girl!" the very annoying voice called from behind you. you knew exactly who it was and you closed your eyes and prayed to god to give you the strength before turning around. it was jarome, the boy whom you called yourself moving on from smoke with, biggest mistake of your life. He was nothing but a whiny insufferable boy that had serious issues.

"why are you here? and how are you here?" you said visibly annoyed. He had a track record of popping up at various places that you were at, which started to freak you out. You knew jarome didn't know anyone here, so what was his excuse now?

"come on don't be like that" he says it like your the one in the wrong, like you are being disobedient. after you two parted ways, you started to realize that his good "boyfriend" act started slipping and he was far from it. He was the reason why you stopped coming around, you knew if you told your friend group that it would end bad.

"you need to leave." you said it firmly but he could tell you were scared, you started to walk inside but he followed you, you went to go into the bathroom and shut the door but he tried to push his way inside until you heard sammies voice, "yo! the fuck you doin?" his voice is loud, jarome stops trying to push the door and makes up an excuse "oh my girl just drunk, she just playing around" he laughs it out but sammie wasn't buying it. He walks toward the bathroom and sees through the crack of the door, it's you and your crying.

that was enough for him to go back outside and grab both smoke and stack. "yo, can yall come inside real quick?" the twins exchange looks before smoke asks why and sammie doesn't want everyone at the table to know whats going on, "it's just something that needs to be handled." he says more urgently. this time stack speaks, "boy, just spit it out! why you being cryptic and shit" he laughs, sammie grows irritated "its, ♡. she needs both of you."

this time smokes face is serious, voice hard "what happened?", sammie just says "i dont fucking know man, i went in to get more liquor and i seen this boy trying to get in the bathroom with her, he claims she's his girlfriend but she was crying and looked terrified, so can we please" he gestures to the house. Smoke taps serria's hips for her to get up, she does with a scoff "you not her man, why can't stack go handle it? he probably fuckin her anyways" before stack can say anything smoke speaks. "get the fuck out. dont come back either." and with that he went into the house.

he makes his way to the bathroom and sees the unknown boy to him trying to make his way into the bathroom. he doesn't say anything, he walks up to the boy and yanks him back, his grip is so tight that the boy cries out in pain. "what the fuck you thinkin you doin?" smokes voice grits out, the boy is on the floor looking up at smoke towering over him. "nothin! shes my girlfriend! chill out"

smoke thinks back to earlier when mary said something about you dating someone, but what you failed to tell them is that you two broke up because of his dangerous actions. "dont fuckin lie to me boy. that girl in there isn't your girlfriend. i will break your fucking jaw if i ever see you near her or here again, do i make myself clear?" the boy beneath smoke just franticly nodded his head before smoke pulled him up and tossing him to stack. after dealing with him, smoke gently knocks on the door "honey, can you open the door?" he hears you sniffle before weakly calling out "is he gone? did you make him leave?" it broke his heart knowing that this boy has terrorized you like this. He clears his throat, "yea baby, hes gone. he wont ever come near you again, i promise"

smoke hears you shuffle around before the lock clicks, he turns the knob and steps inside. He sees you, your makeup is ruined and your hands are shaking, he takes them into his hands and pulls you into his chest, his hand comes to the back of your head stroking it in gently.

your between your broken sobs you muffled out "i was so scared, i didn't know what to do" he shushes you, telling you to not worry about him anymore. you pull away looking up at smoke, "i'm sorry for ruining your night" you say it apologetic because you are sorry. smoke looks at you, your eyes are glossy and big, almost deer like. "the night was ruined when i brought her here." when he mentions her, your nose turns up. he just laughs before saying "i'm sorry for what i did to you. you didnt deserve that, you never did. you were up front with me from the beginning and i kept chasing something that i thought i wanted when it was really you that grounded me." your eyes soften at his words, you stand on your tippy toes and offer him a sweet and slow kiss before pulling away

"its okay, you have plenty of time to make it up to me."

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thinkin about dadbf!smoke and brat!reader while listening to maneater by nelly furtado. — pt 2 here.

you had no business being with a man half your age but it was something about that man that pulled you in. His demeaner had you hooked, the way he carried himself, the way he spoke.

He told you multiple times " you got no business foolin around wit me, go get a boy your age. " he had zero intentions of pursuing you knowing how your ages would be controversial but yet he never really stopped you from coming around.

you had been invited to a 4th of july cookout throwin by stack, smokes younger twin brother which you knew it was a horrible idea attending givin the fact that last time you spoke to smoke you exchanged a few words to him that left a sore spot in whatever your relationship was considered.

you were dressed in a cute outfit that you were sure that would have smoke and others looking at you. you needed smoke to see you for you and not your age, you wanted him and no one else.

"look what the wind blew in!" a familiar rang out, it was stack. you were rounding the house and in front of the metal fence. He was wearing a white wifebeater and black jeans, he looked good.

"yea yea yea" you waved your hand dismissing his joke. once you reached him you gave him a side hug, "where ya been girl? havent seen you in foreva!" you laughed at his tone, "you know, i just been busy is all." he kisses his teeth and mutters "mann, you not to busy too call."

which he's right, no matter how busy you got, you always made time to call or come around, there was another reason why you haven't been around; smoke and his new "girlfriend"

you offer stack an apology, telling him that you will come around more again regardless of how pack your schedule is, he just nodded and told you that everyone else has yet to arrive but annie , mary and sammie are inside getting things together.

what he failed to mention is that so is smoke and his so called girlfriend and when you called through the backdoor sweetly yelling "hi familyyy!" sammie and annie whom where finishing up setting the coolers with ice, smiled and both let out a "OH MY GOD, ♡ !"

you laughed at their excitement, annie was the first one to pull you into a bone crushing hug. "where have you been girl, i missed ya so much" you can tell you absence cause her sadness, you can only offer her your time to make up for it.

once you two pull away sammie is standing next to you, he compliments your outfit, then offers you a side hug, you asked where mary was and the two exchanged knowing looks, "what y'all?" you let out a laugh of confusion. Sammie clears his throat "she's in the livingroom with smoke." he pauses before continuing "and sierra."

you said nothing, just smiling a bit. the pair can see the glint in your eye, like you are planning something you shouldn't be. they know you too well, they knew how bad smoke hurt you when he showed up a month ago with the girl beside like she belonged there.

"i know that look in your eye, don't get under that mans skin today, ♡" annie all but pleads but she knew you already had your mind made up. "im just gonna go say hi annie, i promise i'll be nice" she just shook her head.

once you stepped out of the kitchen and into the living room you saw mary setting in the armchair with her back facing you with smoke and his girlfriend sitting on the loveseat next to her.

smoke saw you before anyone else, his eyes were dark and heavy. once you fully stepped into the room mary sees you and jumps up to hug you, offering the same compliments as sammie did.

smoke still hasn't said anything and being the defiant girl that you are, you turned to him, batting your eyelashes and your glossed lips sweetly said "hi, elijah." head titled and all. he knew what you were doing, you were doing what you do best and that is act out.

a/n: i will post pt2 in da morning plsss dnt hate meee

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𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞 ノ when two entirely different lives become entangled together, a strange girl with a difficult past and present and a man with his ledger dripping red of killings, robbery and guilt.

this series contains heavy themes of religious/cult like trauma, abuse, death, grief, the over use of alcohol consumption and sexual content. As well as an age gap between !reader (22) and olderman!stack (30s). if you aren't 20+ please be cautious while reading this story. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞. ノ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.

" because, you want something and I'm the only one that can offer what you're seeking." kept playing in your head.

you never spoke of it aloud, to afraid of the reality that would follow after. you've always thought about the what if's, imagining a life of a happy family and having a "normal" father, questioning if your life would have been different; happier.

you stood on the front porch watching your father from afar, he's pulling hay into the barn, earlier that morning he forced you up outta bed to go over your scriptures. He said " you lost your way, your slipping into evilness without regards of the lord." you said nothing, you read your pages and agreed silently.

overtime your rage became silent, only shown within the writing of your diary and nothing more, its always been you, alone and suffering but that was until stack. He barley knows you, but he doesn't need to know you well to see what you needed.

that night, your father invited Preacher Edwin over for dinner, you knew what it was for, it was to convince you to join the church officially and to condemn stack for tainting your thoughts.

"your father says that you been speaking with that moore boy, is that true?" the other mans voice is firm with authority. you look up from picking at your plate, your fathers face is firm, mouth in a straight line and eyes burning into your face, he is giving you a warning to think carefully before you speak; you don't. "do you want it to be true?" your voice quivered as you spoke, before the man across from you could speak your father voice interrupts' "girl, you better watch it. imma only tell you once." the preacher looks between the both of you, sensing the tension. "no, it's okay. let the child speak." his hand out, signaling your father to be silent and he obeyed.

for the first time in your life you saw your father listen to someone else, his demeaner is something like of a child. small, unbalanced and defiant. You finally see him for what he is, a follower of another man with a book that means nothing to you.

" i don't want it to be true, especially for you child." He says it like he is worried for you. . he continues "you don't know what that boy has done, nothing good comes from hanging around that boy!" you could tell he was getting angry with the outcome of the conversation, you could careless about the outcome of what you were about to say next, they will never understand.

"and nothing good comes from you two, ever thought about that?" silence followed by the weight of your words, your fathers chair screeches against the floor, the force of how he stands sends the chair flying back and hitting the floor with a thud. " you disrespectful, good for nothin wench!" he grips the back of your head and arm snatching you up from your chair, dragging you to the front screen door. He kicks it open and throws you out.

the pastor does nothing but sips his whisky, looking at the scene unfolding. He never really had the intentions of making you join the church, he didn't even want your father to consider you joining.

"you betta not step foot back into this house until you get that evil boy up upon your skin and mind." your father spoke with conviction like he was preaching. He meant every word and you knew it, your father hated you.

you finally understood what stack meant when he handed you that book and you understood what he meant by his words that night at the lake.

you wanted your father dead.

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Can you make a fic of toxic!stack based off of Marvin’s Room by drake? I feel like that would be so good ;)

elias’s room

✗ warnings: language, use of n-word (blk reader only), sfw , toxic!stack, petty!stack, wise!smoke (jk) , mentions of infidelity, drunk!stack wc:

synopsis: you were tired of feeling stupid, disrespected, and neglected. you broke the cycle. how long will that last?

a/n: this is not proofread yall sorryyyy! i don’t condone toxicity and if you are in an unhealthy relationship please try to escape.

it wasn’t a secret that you and stack had an on and off relationship. his brother often told you to “get some self respect”.

you never listened. until today.

the clock read 4:22 am as you walked in your apartment. you had a few drinks and ended up going home with this guy. the reason why you went home with the guy wasn’t because of the drinks, no.

it was because of stack. you had just got into an argument with elias about all the “bitches” as you called them, in his phone.

you went out hoping to forget him and have fun. you did a bit more than that, obviously.

anyway, you stumbled into the house and flicked on the living room light seeing elias on the couch. your face flashed a quick shocked expression before you started towards the bedroom.

“so you ain’ gon’ tell me why you walkin’ up in here at damn near five ina mornin’?” he spoke up as you continued walking to the room. in a few quick steps he was in front of you.

“where the fuck you been all night?” he pressed grabbing your chin roughly, not intending to hurt you. “stack st-“ you gasped hitting his forearm, “you call yo’self fuckin’ with somebody new?”.

you couldn’t even lie and say no. you just looked down before he chuckled in disbelief.

“he makin’ you happy? fillin’ yo head with all that bullshit ‘bout how he different? yeah i fuckin’ bet” he scoffed shaking his head. “he is different” you told which was a lie seeing as you dont know anything about the guy, “why he different? ‘cause he fuck you slow? ‘cause he gotta real job?” “because he loves me” you said without even thinking about the consequences of what you just said.

stack scoffed, “fuck that nigga, he don’t love you—‘nd you don’t love him.” “ he ‘on’t care about you, i do..that nigga ‘on’t know shit ‘bout you.” he told you as if he knew something you didn’t.

you looked down at the floor knowing that you were falling back into that seemingly never ending cycle of ‘ fight, fuck, and repeat’. his brother no, his twin told you; get some fucking self respect.

“i only did it because you keep texting them other bitches, stack” you told feeling tears welling in your eyes but they dared to fall, “you know i don’t care about them, [𝜗𝜚]” to which you scoffed.

“then stop fucking them, im sick of this shit, elias. everyday it’s a new girl or somebody telling me to leave.” you spoke with a sniffle “ you can’t listen to them, they don’t know what we got.” “i don’t even know what we got..im done elias—i can’t do this nomore” you shrugged looking stack in his eyes before seeing the serious expression settle on his face.

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it had been a month since you ended things with elias. you were more hurt than you thought you’d be but, you’d never admit it.

one night you were home scrolling through social media lazily. nothing interested you any more, you felt so bored with tv, social media, going out, everything.

you soon received a phone call from a private number. you hesitantly answered “hello?” you asked before hearing that familiar voice. “fuck that nigga, you all on instagram showing out talkin’ ‘bout you love him,” elias laughed too amused, you could tell he was crossed. “fuck that nigga that you ‘love so bad’” he quoted as you tensed up.

“you think you found the one?” that made him laugh even harder. “are you drunk?” you asked sitting up “doesn’t make it any less true.” .

“now, you ain’ gotta take my advice but, im just sayin’ you could do better” the man told letting his smugness shine through.

“you mean to tell me you ‘on’t think ‘bout the shit we did?” the line went quiet “thought so” he snorted. “i told smoke i wasn’t gon’ call you but since you answered i figured that nigga must not be ‘round..right?” “he’s sleep” you muttered, “yo homegirls stupid for lettin’ you run ‘round with that goofball,” he exhaled “i ain’ sayin’ come back to me but, you could do a whole lot better than that nigga in daisy dukes, ain’ nobody tell you that?”.

you sighed.

“i wasn’t even gon’ talk ‘bout dude but, you all on social media like you so in love..like that pussy ain’ mine”.

“it stopped being yours when you started disrespecting me, elias” you told as he huffed “here you go talkin’ ‘bout this shit, alrigh’ yeah i threw a party, it was bitches there but i didn’t f-“ “it doesn’t matter if you sleep with them or not, you still had them in my house dude” you stated trying to keep your voice steady as to not wake up elias—i mean emmanuel.

the back and further went on for about fifteen minutes before stack was back at himself. his flirty, smug, toxic ass self.

“so you really not gon’ come over, though?” he asked and you could practically hear the smile, “no im with someone, stack what part aren’t you getting?” “damn he ‘on’t let you have friends? we just gon’ chill”.

although you knew it was a lie, you were on your way in a heartbeat. you were never gonna learn, were you?

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Just wanna talk about how Stack is a consistent “I’m gonna quit soon” smoker.

Like hes so used to second hand smoke from Elijah and rolling for him that the smell comforts him in a way. So when they’re apart for too long, Stack can’t help but smoke a cigarette on his own.

And then he continues smoking regularly, and it’s like some type of instinct in him when he gets back with his twin that he doesn’t need to do it so regularly anymore. But sometimes he’s more than stressed, and the tabacoo calms him down. Beating the negative with a worse negative, it became a habit on its own.

You warn him about smoking too much, the dangers of it, you’re just like your fuckin brother, you say, and he waves you off, he’s been through worse, seen worse. With a smirk on his lips, “Soon baby, it’s just the one.”

But never is. Just spaced out, he switches between a cigarette and toothpick— he needs something on his lips.

Maybe it’s why he loves kissing on you so much.

Your cheeks, your lips, your temple, your back, your neck, your hands,— even kisses on your hands when hes in the middle of a conversation, rubbing your fingers with his thumb as if he’s rubbing the kiss in like lotion.

You, right along with the cigarettes— are an addiction. He just can’t get enough of you.

a/n: just fucking yapping. This being my first time writing for Stack, woah.

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idk what this is ... been thinkin abt things lately so i will let it reflect in my writing ノthis has implied suicidal thoughts , depression , anxiety and self isolation. based on francis forever && crackbaby by mitski.

the bathroom tiles were cold beneath your bare skin, your back pressed against the porcelain tub. your thoughts pound into your head like a heavy hammer, familiar like an old forgotten friend.

you can hear the rain pattering against the window, its distance like white noise to you. the twins left for business 4 hours ago. They spoke their love to you before they departed from your shared apartment, you remained in the same spot since then.

unaware of long you stared at the wall, your phone chimed. you ignored it, it chimed again. you picked up the phone, the light illumining off your face. you looked at the notification and it was stack. 💬 stack 💸

" hey. you haven't answered my text from a few hours ago, you good? " " me and smoke gonna go to bo's for a bit, text me or him if you need anythin. "

you never responded, his message was left on read. you sigh standing up from your seat on the floor, legs feeling tinglingly from staying in the same spot for hours. you come fact to face with your reflection, you look dull like a haunting entity sucked your soul from your body.

your eyebags sagged low and dark, your curls dried and tangled evident of abonnement of care, your body has changed within a few weeks that it was noticeable to you but not the eyes of others. your collar bones are more prominent and your legs create a space in between them if your feet were pressed together.

you don't know when everything started but you know that you've been feeling like your body isn't your own and that you are nothing but a empty shell.

you blink slowly, tired; physically and emotionally. you slowly turn away from the mirror, making your away into your bedroom. apartment silent, nothing but the sound of the old wooden floors creaking from the weight of your foot. You slide into the covers, breath shuddering.

your heart feels like it's going to jump out of your chest, your breath begins to get stuck in your throat. your sobs become more clear that this is more than just a cry, its desperation to be set free of this.

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guysss i want to start sharing makeup , skincare and etx recs and stuff with u all 😖 .. besides making fics and etc… would anyone be interested ?

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i am currently listening to this … ikkkk i don’t talk about my other interests on here but i am indeed a kpop stans with a few years under ma belt… 🙊 i am a girl group stan more than anything butt i like a few boy groups

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this hate is really getting out of hand ☹️🤍. maybe it’s time for a little break or even a new account. social media can be so mean sometimes. the fact that this is all over tumblr is just crazy. some people really need to go outside and chill.

love you Lina! <3

tysm. i will b turning off my inbox nd just leaving it off for a while, idk what else to do. people think im a bully for standing up for myself and friends than so be it. — my heart and soul are true as can b.. 💗

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dandelion!reader and pearline have a honest conversation about dandi’s feelings

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What app do you use for your text messages and Instagram stories/posts?

i use this app called social dummy that i found yearssss agooo but unfortunately u can’t download it anymore due to it being discontinued and taking down from the app store! :/ !! but theres probably other alternatives out there!

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GUYS I ACCDIENTLLY PSOTED CHAPTER 5 OF TWILIGHT ZONE ..... OMG NOOOOOOO I QUICKLY PRIVATED IT

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Hi! Idk who you are outside of your reply with this whole mess, truthfully, but I really admire how you stand up for yourself. It's really well put and I think it's beautiful how you unapologetically defend your religion and ancestral practice (forgive me if I worded that wrong)

hi && tysm, my religion and ancestral practice is something i hold very close to me especially because how tied my roots are too it. i do not care about others laughing about me using my religion to protect myself especially on the internet.

i have zero idea who that person is and for her to sit here and make judgement on me for it is for insane too me and i will always defend myself no matter how "stupid" people may deem me to be or look.

being on tumblr made me have semi tough skin because people on here are very mean and have egos so big that this disregard putting others first but i wasn't raised like that, i was always taught to have compassion and empathy no matter the situation because that's what being a human with decent people skills is.