#blueskytum writes; stack x reader

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FOR THE LAST TIME [🩸]

[CANON] Stack/ Black!Reader

[TAGS] Slight angst, timejump, no use of Y/N, story uses you/your pronouns, vampire!stack.

Stack coming to see you and Sammie for the last time. You and Sammie were seated next together, both of you lost in a train of thought. The silence didn't need to explain anything as it had already spoken enough. You brought the glass in your hand up to your lips, taking a sip from it. The alcohol burns your throat as you swallowed it down. The quiet had last for longer than expected until you picked up on the sound of the doors opening and closing.

Sammie's head was the first to turn towards the door as a familiar face enters the bar, eyes covered with shades and more modernly dressed to blend in. It wasn't hard to tell who it was, you could already feel it. Stack sits down beside you, ordering the same drink you and Sammie were sipping on."Hey."

You don't spare him a glance just yet as memories from that night came flooding back to you. It was the best night you had ever lived. The only time you could escape your burdens and stress of dealing with the world. You remembered the same day you had first seen the twins after years of them being gone. But even with Stack being with Mary-who he loved and cared for-the feelings you had for Stack weren't even comparable to what he felt for you now.

You're still as beautiful as you were the last time he saw you; your laughter echoing in his ears as you danced the night away. Stack didn't have the time to tell you how he truly felt. He was still dealing with what him and Mary were going through. But as you can see, it didn't go through accordingly. There were still some strong feelings between them, you could tell.

It triggered an urge to reach out to you but Stack resisted. His brother made him promise to leave you and Sammie alone so you both could still live out your lives. He sensed your time was time was coming near and offered you and Sammie a chance for him to change you.

"I could change you." You shake your head. At this age? You had already seen and been through enough. To live forever while everyone else died around you? Doesn't sound as enticing as it was said to be. To live forever with the knowledge that you would never see the sun again, nope.

"Nah, I think we're both tired of this place." You gestured towards Sammie who had also declined. Stack had at least hoped you'd considered it but even he knows that that would be your final answer. There was nothing that was going to change your mind. You were still that same persistent girl. It was hard to change your mind.

"I've seen enough. Lived through it and seen it all. There's nothing else left for me here."

No other words needed to be said as Stack and Mary had prepared to leave for the last and final time you'd ever see them. The three of you had reflected on that night where you felt free, a heavy burden lifted from your shoulders for a couple of hours. That night was the best night you'd ever lived.

"Well then..."

"Take care, Little Sammie." Mary had also acknowledges you with a nod as she leaves the bar with Stack's arms wrapped around her shoulder. Stack gives you a long, final glance as if he was preserving you in his memory.

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TIL DEATH DO US PART [🩸]

[CANON] Stack / Black!Reader

[TAGS] Vampire!Stack, no use of Y/N, story uses you/your pronouns.

You would have fell into the trap if it wasn't for the fact that you always paid attention to certain characteristics of people. For a night that was supposed to end off with a good start, turned into a living nightmare. Stack's voice had finally spoke out yet there was something completely off about the tone of his voice. It was rather nerving about the way his eyes landed on you through that peephole as each word that comes to his mind, rolls from the tip of his tongue.

As much as of a relief it was to hear him; it was rather alarming to see him posted outside, standing as if you hadn't heard what happened to him prior. And his eyes.... Smoke draws closer towards the door with a mixture of conflict and caution from the commotion that his twin 'brother' was causing.

"No.." Your hand grabs his arm, preventing him from even considering to open that door. No matter how tempting it was, your gut screamed otherwise. "Something ain't right." Stack had called out your name, his words spewing things that you'd never expect to hear from him. It was convincing, yes, but you knew better.

And so did Smoke.

"Stack?" Sammie looks through the peephole as Stack had suddenly went quiet. A little too quiet. Your brows furrowed in anticipation before your entire body jumped as Stack bursts out from the closet, the door falling onto Sammie.

"What the hell?!" Stack had charged towards you only for a jar of garlic to be thrown on him, leaving him to flee out the door.

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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 🐈‍⬛

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GUILT [🩸]

[CANON/READER] Elias "Stack" Moore / Reader.

[TAGS] Stack/Black!Reader, no use of Y/N, story uses you/your pronouns.

Vampire!Stack discovering the bodies of you and Smoke amongst the other lifeless bodies of the klan who had stepped foot on this area.

Knowing that he'd be in this state forever was already a torture, especially when he would be out living everyone. Smoke—his twin he went through so much shit with, from the day they were born— is gone.

Witnessing his older brother so lifeless struck a wound that will forever be unhealed.

Fingers then run across your face; the sensation no longer holding its warmth and softness. Instead it was cold—drained of all life it originally held.

And just for a couple of hours, everyone was free. But even with a taste of freedom would it all be temporary.

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COMFORT [🔹]

[CANON] Smoke / Reader.

[TAGS] No use of Y/N, POV: Second Person, you/your pronouns used, light angst, major spoilers.

Sitting with Smoke during his final moments. His hands would tremble from the attempt to light a cigarette; the same way Stack had always done for him. But he wasn't here to help his brother.

The wound to his abdomen wasn't getting any better, even with you finding ways to prevent it from it getting infected.

Smoke knowing that he was dying and there wasn't any thing that you could do. Death was better than living through the aftermath of the traumatic events that taken place the previous night.

Especially to live on with the knowledge that your friends and family were all dead in the span of one night. Didn't sit right with him. So he reminisced on memories, going between speaking to you on occurrences that happened in the past and sitting in silence.

You holding him close to your chest, as he takes his final breaths. Fingers running through his hair as a hum fell from your lips. Was it all worth the sensation of freedom for a couple of hours? The question lingered in your head. There wasn't an answer that had came to mind just yet.

Not in that moment at least.

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DATING ONE OF THE MOORE SIBLINGS [🐈‍⬛]

[OC] Elliot "Eli" Moore/Reader.

[TAGS] Oc/Reader, no use of y/n, pov; second person, you/your used.

ELI introducing you to his brothers once you two first settle down in your relationship. The twins heard a lot of you from the way their younger brother brought you into conversations. You were beautiful, sweet and independent.

SMOKE appearing as if he's judging you? Nah, he's just reading you like a book, silently questioning your intentions. He doesn't sugar coat anything at all with you. Of course you know that actions speak louder than words.

STACK is more laid back but he doesn't filter his words. He doesn't hold back on shit, especially when he teasing his brother at how he had gotten someone like you. Interpret it how you feel best, though it's not coming out of hostility, just genuine curiosity.