#blueskytum writes; cornbread x reader

[blueskytum]

ADMIT TO IT [👨🏾‍🌾]

[CANON] Cornbread / Black!Reader

[TAGS] Vampire!Cornbread, no use of Y/N, story uses you/your. Cornbread/reader relationships is up to viewers to interpret on their own.

"Where the fuck is Cornbread?" Your voice had spoken up amongst the chaos happening in the juke-joint. He just had to disappear at the wrong damn time. Where was he when you needed him? Panic was already amongst everyone else due to the events that happened previously with Stack and Mary. Concern was etched on your face as patience grew thin with you trying to wait on Cornbread's return.

He had went to use the bathroom from what Slim told you, but it's been little over thirty minutes since that happened. Your gut screamed to you that danger was lurking and the Cornbread you knew life was at stake.

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"Admit to it." Annie stated as you all had stared at Cornbread at the doorway. Her eyes were narrowed at your 'friend' who has asked to be let in, despite the fact he'd been in and out all day. "Admit to what?" Cornbread asked, confusion edged on his features.

You had taken a step forward with Annie making sure you didn't get too close. It wasn't certain that this was actually Cornbread you were speaking to. "That you dead." There was a pause until Cornbread let out a laugh, glancing between you and Smoke as if what Annie had said was so ridiculous to believe. "Smoke- y'all listening to this?"

Smoke glanced at Cornbread with heavy suspicion. You knew that Annie wasn't bullshitting and had no reason, but you still wanted to believe that Cornbread was still alive."Now-now we out here playing games-" Cornbread gestures outside to which you looked out, seeing nothing but darkness and the cars parked outside."-telling ghost stories in place of what we ought to do."

"Who the fuck is we Cornbread? You don't see nobody else outside tellin' some goddamn ghost stories." There was a mixture of conflict and dreadful silence. Annie and Smoke well enough knew what the deal was. Nothing was adding up nor did that sound like Cornbread at all. Talking about some ghost stories. Slim looked side to side, completely lost.

"And what is it we supposed to be doing?"

Cornbread was quiet for a moment as he comes up with a response. Arms wide, he somewhat gives off a smile. "Bein' kind to one another!" It throws you and Slim off. The man's gaze meets yours as he continued. "And bein' polite. Now we is one people. And we shouldn't go barging in other folks places uninvited, so...."

Smoke clearly wasn't buying it. "You been in and outta here all day. Ain't never needed an invite then.... Yeah, something ain't adding up."

[blueskytum]

AND IF I'M DREAMING [TOC]

NOTES: I no longer write for Sinners.

SUMMARY: A collection of Sinners drabbles, oneshots, headcanons. No requests. Taking a break from writing for Smoke and Stack.

PAIRING: Sinners x Black!Fem!Reader, OC X Reader (🐈‍⬛), Smoke x Reader (🔹), Cornbread x Reader (👨🏾‍🌾), Stack x Reader (🩸)

CONTENT WARNINGS: Swearing, smut, no use of Y/N, reader written in second person, she/her used for reader, Oc x reader, alternative universe.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

The Great War 🔹

They're All Sinners [18+] 🩸

Admit To It 👨🏾‍🌾

Til Death Do Us Part 🩸

Yin & Yang [18+]🔹🩸

For The Last Time 🩸

Tough Love 🐈‍⬛

The Type To 🔹🩸🐈‍⬛

Guilt 🩸

Comfort 🔹

Dating One Of The Moore Siblings 🐈‍⬛