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ali3nsupastar · 3 days ago

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Hush, [Annie x Smoke ]

Chapter 9 : Family Reunion

Silence felt in the room, hanging between them like a death threat. Their breath sliced through the sanitized air and the steady beep of the heart monitor. Olivia's perfectly curated composure cracked, the fine lines of it splintering across her face.

Elijah pushed himself up, the flimsy hospital gown scrapped against his skin and the dull throb in his skull was nothing compared to the storm brewing in his mind. He looked at the blonde woman standing by his bed, and saw a total stranger.

"Darling," Olivia began, her voice a strained. "You're confused. The seizure—"

"Tss girl I ain't confused," he cut her off. The voice that came out was not Smoke's lazy drawl. It was pure Delta mud, thick with the accent he hadn't used in years.

"I'm tired. Tired of this room. Tired of whoever you are."

Olivia visibly twitched. A flash of disgust crossed her features before she masked it with concern.

"Smoke, listen to your voice. You're not speaking clearly. We need to call the doctor, help you get oriented—"

"Ain't nothin' wrong with how I talk," he said, his eyes narrowing. "You don't even know me" He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet hitting the cold floor.

A bright memory hit him again: Annie, laughing in the kitchen, flour on her nose. The scent of collards and bacon. Her cry of joy when the pregnancy test came back positive.

He stabbed the call button beside the bed with his thumb, his gaze never leaving Olivia's. "I want you to git."

A nurse appeared at the door. "Is everything alright, Mr. Moore?"

"No," he said calmly, his southern accent ringing with authority in the sterile room. "I want this woman gone. She ain't my family. Don't know that girl, ma'am"

12:10 AM

Humiliation burned hotter than any scratch on Olivia's face. She stormed down the hallway, her heels clicking like gunshots against the tile.

She didn't slow until she was in the privacy of a hospital stairwell, the heavy fire door slamming shut behind her. Fumbling in her purse, she pulled out her phone and dialed, her fingers shaking with rage.

"Roberts," a nervous voice answered on the second ring.

"He's awake," she hissed, foregoing any greeting. "And he's a mess. He's talking like some backwoods farmer. He threw me out."

"Ms Manson, I—"

"I don't need your excuses," she snapped. "I need a solution. Whatever you gave him, it's wearing off. I need something stronger. Something to put him back under, to quiet all this... noise in his head. Do you understand me? "

"But his seizures—a higher dose could be dangerous—"

"I don't care about dangerous!" she shrieked into the phone. "I care about fixing what that ghetto woman broke. I want my husband back. Fix it, or I will tell my father your part in this has become a liability."

She ended the call without waiting for a reply, a venomous smile touching her bruised lips.

12:15 AM

Outside, the hospital doors had slid shut, leaving Annie and Stack in, the now raining street. Annie sank into the passenger seat of Stack's car, her body hollowed out, staring blankly as he buckled a fussing Lois into the back.

"They gon' come for us," she whispered, shaking. "After what I did...they'll take Lois."

"Let them try," Stack said. He slammed the driver's side door, the car rocking with the force. "Don't stress about it Annie."

He looked over at her, his usual smirk gone, replaced by a grim resolve. "I ain't lettin' 'em touch you or my niece. Not ever, I'm Stack don't for Goddamn sake ! Ain't Carol told ya what we used to do ?"

She laughed bittersweet at his joking tone.

He hadn't even turned the key in the ignition when a woman in scrubs approached the passenger side's window, tapping gently on the glass.

Annie flinched, expecting security. Stack tensed, ready to peel out.

She hesitantly rolled the window down. It was a doctor, her face tired but kind.

"Ma'am?" She said, looking directly at Annie. "Are you Annie Moore?"

Annie looked at stack before nodding hesitantly. Her heart knotted in her chest.

"Mr. Elijah Moore is awake," the doctor said. "And he's asking for you. Specifically. He won't speak to anyone else until he sees you and his daughter."

12:25 AM

Dr. Roberts hung up the phone, his hand trembling so badly he nearly dropped the receiver. The blood drained from his face. Liability. That was the word that snake used. He knew what that meant when it came from Colonel Manson's daughter.

He was disposable. Just like Clayman was.

He paced his office, sweat beading on his forehead. For months, he'd been caught between two fears: the powerful, political influence of the Colonel, and the immediate threat in Elias Moore's eyes.

I will peel your life apart piece by piece. Wife, kids, your whole damn gene pool.

Stack's threat was no idle boast. It was a deadly promise. Roberts looked at the framed photo on his desk : his smiling wife, his two young sons at a picnic.

His choice was made.

He snatched up the phone again, his fingers fumbling as he dialed the number Stack had burned into his memory.

Stack's phone buzzed just as Annie was getting out of the car. He glanced at the caller ID: UNKNOWN. He almost ignored it, but a gut feeling made him answer, hitting the speakerphone button.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Moore? Mr. Elias Moore?" The voice was panicked, breathless. "It's Dr. Roberts."

Stack smirked, drumming his fingers on the door handle. "Damn. My dear grown-ass best friend. You got some for me ?"

"She called me!" Roberts blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. "Olivia Manson, the daughter of the colonel ! She wants him sedated! A stronger dose. She wants to—Look, she's on her way to my clinic to make sure I do it. I just want peace for my family—"

"Clayman also had one. Tch" Stack responded before hanging up.

12:30 AM

Annie took a deep breath, the cool, rain-washed air doing little to calm the frantic beating of her heart. She unbuckled Lois from the car seat. Her daughter, looked at her sucking her tiny thumb.

Holding her baby tight against her chest felt like holding onto an anchor in a raging storm.

"You sure 'bout this?" Stack asked, calming his nerves from the conversation with Roberts

"He asked for her," Annie answered "He asked for his daughter. I'm taking her to him."

She closed the back door and, with one last look at Stack, turned to follow the doctor back into the hospital, Lois's small head nestled in the crook of her neck.

Stack watched them go until the automatic doors slid shut, swallowing them whole. He was left alone in the car, the rhythmic thump of the windshield wipers counting off seconds like a metronome of dread. He scanned the hospital entrance, waiting, watching.

A bitter helplessness gnawed at him. He could hotwire a car in ninety seconds, but here, he was pinned. Trapped. Manson had him by the throat with a single word: deserter.

If he acted out, that bastard would burn them both. The official story would leak, and Elijah wouldn't just be a man with amnesia : he would be a traitor to his country. They'd be buried so deep in a federal prison, they'd never see the sun again.

Frustration boiled in his throat. He slammed his palm against the steering wheel. He couldn't do this alone. He needed backup. He needed someone who wasn't afraid to get their hands dirty, someone who played by their own rules.

He needed Carol.

He pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over her number, he didn't save a name, never need it. A wave of shame washed over him. He had no right to call this number. No right to even breathe her name. The last time he'd asked her for help, she'd paid for it with four years of her life behind bars while he ran.

Fuck— He never once visited her.

Stack swallowed the acid taste in his throat and pressed dial.

The line clicked open on the third ring.

"Mmh... you sure got a whole lotta nerve," was all she said. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with so much ice it burned.

"Carol," he started, his own voice sounding hollow.

"Nah. Don't," she cut him off. "Don't say my name like it still belong in yo mouth. I see this number, I know it's you. You got two seconds 'fore I block this number for the rest of my natural-born life. One... two—"

"It's about Annie,"he blurted out, the words rushing from him. "She's in trouble. Can lost Lois and all, if we ain't act quick"

There was a dead, loaded silence on the other end. He could hear her breathing, a slow, controlled inhale. He knew she was weighing her love for Annie against her hatred for him.

"The last time you told me to help you?" she said, her voice dangerously quiet, "I woke up in jail, pendejo. Tch... talk Elias. And you better pray to whatever sad-ass God still answer your calls that you ain't lyin'."

Stack explained everything, the words tumbling out of him : Manson, the amnesia, the fake life with Olivia, the drugs, the foreclosure. He told her everything, holding nothing back.

When he finished, he heard a sound, something crashing on floor. Yes, Carol Montenegro was pissed. Annie was her everything. Her sister, her best friend. However, something didn't sit right : Stack. That chico had a some balls to call her.

"So, the big daddy Elias Moore finally done got his dumb ass caught in a mud-shit he can't shoot his way out of," she mused, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "And now you come callin' on the dirty Ol' Delta whore you left to rot. That about right?"

"Carol, I—"

"Save it," she snapped. "I ain't doin' a damn thing for you. I wouldn't piss on you if you was on fire, Moore. You hear me? Not even a drop. But Annie..."

Her voice softened, just for a second, the loyalty and love for her friend cutting through everything else. "They not touchin' her baby. Not her man, neither."

"So you'll help?" he asked, barely daring to breathe.

"I'll help Nia," Carol corrected him fiercely. "This ain't for you. You and me ? We square chico, you hear me? We're nothin'. I'm getting back to Chicago tonight. You tell my girl I'm comin'. And this little snow bunny bitch? Don't you worry about her. I'll handle it. I learned a thing or two during these four years in prison."

Before he could respond, she hung up.

12:35 AM

Annie followed the doctor down the quiet hall, Lois's soft breaths warming her neck. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic mix of hope and fear.

When the doctor pushed open the door to Elijah's room and stepped aside, Annie paused on the threshold, her breath catching in her throat.

He was sitting up on the edge of the bed. His eyes, the warm, deep brown eyes she knew better than her own, were clear. And they were fixed on her.

He didn't speak. He couldn't. His gaze dropped from her face to the small child in her arms. Lois,m stared back at him, giggling, laughing.

Annie slowly walked into the room, the door clicking softly shut behind her.

"Elijah," she whispered. She was on the verge of crying, her voice breaking.

"Annie," he breathed her name as an apology, a prayer, a homecoming. He patted the empty space on the bed beside him.

She sat down, carefully shifting Lois onto her lap so she was facing her father.

For a long moment, they just looked at each other, a broken family trying to find the shape of itself again.

Elijah lifted his hand, his movements hesitant. He gently caressed Lois's soft, curly hair. His thumb stroked her chubby cheek. "She... she got my mama's nose," he murmured, his voice infused with melancholy. Tears flowed down his cheeks.

Lois was bubbly. She didn't cry. She gurgled, a happy, inquisitive sound, and reached out with a tiny hand, her small fingers wrapping around his thumb. She held on tight.

Elijah let out a shaky breath, a sound that was half sob, half laugh. He looked from his daughter's perfect face to his wife's. "I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, his eyes pleading with hers. "I don't remember everything yet. It's... it's all foggy. But I remember you. I remember lovin' you so much it hurt."

Annie couldn't hold back her own tears any longer. She sobbed freely, she couldn't care less if her face was ugly.

"Mmh—aah" she wailed like an infant, catching Lois mischievous eyes.

All the silent tears of relief and grief and overwhelming love, damping her face, reddened her eyes.

She leaned forward, resting her forehead against his, closing her eyes. Lois was a warm, living bridge between them.

"You're here," Annie exhaled painfully near his mouth . "You're just... you're here."

"I'm here," he promised, his other hand coming up to cup her face, his thumb wiping away her tears. "And I ain't goin' nowhere ever again."

"Welcome home, papa" She smiled, heart full of joy, butterflies flying in her stomach.

As if she could understand something, Lois gurgled, her thumb wet in her mouth :

"Baba ! Bwaba"

The three of them laughed. Allowing themselves to taste the happiness they had been deprived of, for ages.

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ali3nsupastar · 4 days ago

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Maybe i should, call.

Short Modern!AU Smoke x Annie oneshot. Another songfic-ish. More on the sad/yearning with happy ending side, still Stack shenanigans.

Annie walked across the stage when her name was called, shaking hands with the professors who helped her achieve her doctorate. The degree in her hands weighed heavy, but the pressure on her shoulders eased. She accomplished one of her life goals that day, to be qualified to specialise in functional medicine and help the people around her. The blood, sweat and tears she poured into achieving this had paid off. She still had a new journey ahead, uncharted territory for her, but she would push on.

She walked down the stage steps in her heels, smiling from ear to ear at reality hitting her when she saw a familiar figure further ahead, behind the rows of her seated graduate class, standing in the crowd. Her heart thumped hard and nearly stopped completely from her mind playing tricks on her when she reached the bottom of the steps and fixed her cap and gown.

She focused on making it back to her seat with her class, periodically checking the crowd as the figure was gone in the next minute, nowhere to be found. She tapped above her heart slowly, calming herself.

Looked like him.

She was lost in thought when her friend next to her asked if she was ok. His face full of concern and she smiled, shaking her head.

Can't be him.

Its been years.

The university lead gave a speech, congratulating the graduating class on their efforts and perseverance and called for them to throw their caps. The rows of graduates stood, and the cheering deafening in her ears. Annie threw her own cap into the air, cheering as loud as she could and hugged her friend, who lifted her off the ground in a bear hug and then did the same to their other friends. Chest heavy with emotions she searched for her cap on the floor with the bustling crowd, standing up after locating it and caught the familiar figure again, turning away from her and walked towards the university building. She skirted around the graduates, peeking over and in between people to catch him again, verify if it was indeed him, a person who became a ghost, but she lost him.

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Annie locked the door once she was inside her house, securing the extra locks and paused. Her mind was torturing her with memories she tried to suppress over the years. Her feet hurt, legs ached, one hand holding her car keys and the other holding a plastic bag full of goodies from her graduation. She inhaled slowly, eyes closed and exhaled fast, pushing her thoughts away once again and headed upstairs to have a shower and change her clothes.

She didn't make it to the shower, sitting on the edge of her bed, still in her dress and heels, gown and cap on the floor. Hands fidgeting together, scratching the edge of her nails fighting herself until she let her heart open up a little.

If it really was Elijah, she had many questions.

He was back in Mississippi?

Why would he be at her graduation?

Why did he disappear?

.....did she still love him?

Elijah and her were a force to be reckoned with. Their relationship built on trust and understanding. Choosing to sort out conflicts with discussions, no matter how many times it took to get across to one another. Choosing each other every day. Younger and in love but their minds were craving someone to find peace with. To just, be. But life had its way of crashing and burning, and their relationship was part of the crash.

She didn't know exactly when it started, but stress was consuming the both of them. Studying for her doctorate and responsibilities at home, his unpredictable lifestyle and own family troubles. It had worked so well between each other, until it didn't. Time wasn't on their side, cancelling plans over and over, unable to reach each other's hearts until they both broke, fighting and not being able to pull the breaks and it ended in tears. Exhaustion weighing heavy on them and a call to end things was uttered.

The last time she had saw him was in her house in her living room, tears welling his eyes and shocked at the realisation that she whispered that they should end it. She didn't finish her words, he did, as a question. She had nodded, saying she wasn't sure where to go from this point onwards and that they were only damaging themselves. He said he didn't want to hurt her. She had told him the same.

And he nodded once, took a step forward to her and she took a step back. She only did by accident, thinking they had to draw a line or they would fall into each other again. But it was maybe a mistake, the pain in his expression a knife in her heart, and he turned away, walking out her door.

A week had gone by with no contact with each other. And another, her studies more demanding. Another went by, her grandma falling ill. One more passed and it was a month. She used to see him everywhere, and once they had broken up, he was hard to find.

It was only when she stopped by the garage him and his brother Elias worked at, that she found out they had moved away from Mississippi. When she had headed back home that day in tears, she got a text from Elias, just one sentence. 'I'm sorry, got shit to take care of, and my brother is an idiot'.

Months turned into years. She was the one who technically called it off, even though she wanted to take it back. Thinking on everything from that time, Annie wasn't sure it was the right thing to do at the time. But she also couldn't say things would of been better if they had stayed together. Both of them were dealing with difficulties separate from their relationship that it put a strain on them when they tried to be together. Too fresh in their adulthood and making a name for themselves amongst the trials.

Checking her phone, she replied to her friends texting in the group chat, planning their next get togethers to celebrate. She put the phone down on her bed and laid back, staring at the ceiling. A long time had passed, she went on a few dates her friends had set her up with when she had time to spare, barely any to spare, but her life was hectic, none passed the first date. The men she met didn't fit her liking as much as Elijah had. Didn't make her laugh as much as he did. Make her feel at peace. Didn't enjoy listening to them as much as she enjoyed hearing him.

Even with the chaos in their lives.

Many nights she dreamed of him. Checked Elias's instagram profile to see if he had updated anything, any inclination of how they were doing, but he hadn't posted anything in years. Could of gotten a new account and didn't tell her.

Annie groaned, hands on her face. If she hadn't seen that man, who may or may not have even been Elijah, she wouldn't be contemplating this long. What was she going to do? It wasn't like he was going to show up at her door and want to talk.

Her phone pinged and she slowly checked the notification, and her eyes widened. Elias's profile had an update.

'Dumbass in his feelings' was the caption, to a photo of the back of a blue lowrider in the night, parked on the side of a street and she could just about make out someone looking back from the driver's seat, eyebrows furrowed and piercing eyes looking at whoever took the picture from behind the car.

She held her phone tight in her hands, unsure what to make of it. Zooming in and out of the picture to check the details. It is Elijah. That's him. Even if he's a little blurry. What did the caption mean?

She threw her phone behind her, pretending to ignore it, and then flipped over on her bed and reached for the phone, feet in the air and checking the photo again. You had one job Elias, upload a fucking clear photo. She was zoned into finding out more details when she heard footsteps and hushed voices in her driveway.

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Two hours earlier.....

Elijah sat in his car, holding onto the steering wheel tight as he thought. He had driven to her house automatically. That's a lie. He purposely, with intention on seeing her, driven to her house and parked a few houses down, bushes lining the neighbouring lawns hid his car from her house's view. A good ten minutes he was frozen like this, like his brain had stopped thinking....anything.

Eventually he relaxed his arms and sat back in the driver's seat, running his hands over his face and groaned loudly. He didn't plan this far when he had arrived back in Mississippi around three days ago. She was always on his mind, tucked away safely as his place to visit in his dreams at night.

Life was pulling him left, right and centre over the years. One place he was securing somewhere to work as a car mechanic. Next, he was dealing with the shady shit that followed him and Elias since they were young, their uncle in Chicago deep in the trenches that they had to go pull him out, and fell in to it with him. Another, they secured their own car dealership, filtering out the bad that plagued their lives, and heard of partnering with the garage they had worked with back in Mississippi and life started to even out.

The last time he saw her, it ripped his heart open and felt like he was bleeding in front of her. Like the world was caving in and he needed to be rushed to the hospital to check if he was still alive. He's been shot at before but it didn't hurt like that. Her round, brown eyes full of tears, unsure of how to give time to their relationship. He was struggling too, didn't know what to do and they reached an impasse. When she stood back as he tried to get closer, he knew he made a mistake. They already called it off but he wanted to hug her again, but her tears were scaring him. Always did. And it was cause of their relationship. And life, that he hadn't understood at the time. Life was too demanding of them at the time.

And now he's here. He checked his watch and half an hour had already passed by. A car rolled up to the street and he ducked, unsure if it was her or just someone passing by, until it started to pull in her driveway and he caught a glimpse of her in the driver's seat before the bushes blocked his view. His heart was beating rapidly. His hands held his head, tilting forward and hit the top of the steering wheel.

When they had arrived back in town and stopped by Sammie's place the next day, that was when he heard about Annie's graduation date. His heart swelled at hearing she had achieved one of her dream goals, recalling her determination and tired smile of talking about her journey to her doctorate, and the ideas wrong within the medical industry. She was so smart. He knew she would do it. Sammie and Elias asked him if he was going to try and attend but he grumbled, ignoring them.

But he did. He followed the directions within the building for the hall, dressed in all black and a silver necklace and matching bracelet on. Finding out the graduation was being held outdoors. He spotted Bo and Grace taking their seats where the rest of the guests were seated, Mary, Pearline and Sammie along next to them in the same row.

Elijah stood further back with a crowd that formed when the seats for the guests were full. He searched amongst the seated graduates to find her, most of them appearing the same with their hats on that it started to blend together. He flexed his hands, nervous at seeing her after a long time and when one of the rows had stood to be next to walk across the stage, he had finally spotted her.

She had a soft smile gracing her face, hands holding her gown and head dipped to probably watch her steps when the graduates lined up to the stage. He moved closer, turning and squeezed past gaps of the crowd until he got to the front and had a better view. He saw her whispering to a man taller than her in front, laughing at what he said and Elijah told himself to fucking relax. Its been years. He wasn't hers anymore. But seeing her again sent a bullet to his heart.

She walked across the stage to cement her dreams as they called her name, her skin glowing, her smile radiant, a walking goddess.

When she had begun descending the steps, her gaze found him and he stilled. What does he do? Run from it? Look away? He remained in place until her gaze shifted away and he moved further back into the crowd, obscuring himself but being able to see her sit back down at her seat. He kept his eyes to her as they celebrated, hats in the air and the taller man she was laughing with earlier had lifted her into the air and he wanted to yell. It was torture. He turned away from it, heading for the building again and left the place.

But his heart pleaded with him, and now an hour had passed by and he hadn't moved from inside his car.

He took out his phone and dialled Elias's number.

"You good?" Elias asked, voices in the background.

"No" Elijah stated simply. He was dying.

"You....you at her house ain't you?"

"Yeah"

"Then why you phoning me?"

"I can't move"

He heard his brother laugh, the kind that he could tell he must be clutching his stomach from it. "I'll save you" He managed to say through the laugh and cut the call.

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Annie exited her bedroom quietly. She wasn't expecting anyone, especially at this time of night. She held her phone close to her, stepping down the stairs slowly, listening out for the quiet commotion outside her house. It sounded like an argument, feet scuffing here and there. She was alone in the house for the night, so her body tensed, thinking about the best way to investigate without whoever it was outside catching her in their sight.

Music started to play on the other side of her front door, soft guitar strings in the intro and she raised her brows high. What the fuck. She took off her heels and held them in her hands to tip toe along the floor to the living room window. What the actual fuck, why did this feel familiar? One of her fingers lightly touched the edge of her blinds, pushing it down a little and peeked outside.

As she did, her heart leaped into her throat when her eyes laid upon the man she was losing her mind over. Elijah stood dressed in the outfit she had saw the man at the graduation wearing. It was him! Her hand pushed down on the blinds more, getting a better look. He was absolutely stunning, better than she remembered.

He was standing in the driveway talking to someone out of view of her sight but in the direction of her door. He was whispering hoarsely, angry expression on his face and a hand signalling the person to come back with him.

Annie's hand clattered on the window as she leaned closer, rings clinking the glass and that caught his attention. By mistake. His gaze met hers and his expression dropped, eyes widening at seeing her.

Her breath caught in her chest and she let go of the blinds.

Numbly, she moved to the door, her head empty except for his name on her lips and she unlocked the door, opening it slowly.

She wasn't ready to see him up close, he had already moved from the driveway to near the front of her door, distracted by fighting back hands appearing from the side of her house, the house wall covering the rest of the person trying to push him. The hands stopped when he locked eyes with her, his hands dropped to his sides, music filling the silence.

"Maybe I should, call"

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"Can't even, talk, for good reason"

Nothing coherent came to her mind too, hands trembling on the door handle.

"You're all, that I'm needing"

She stepped closer this time, hand leaving the door handle and tracing the door frame.

"So lost, I've been meaning to, call"

He looked her up and down, brows furrowing together and lips parted. His eyes were shaking.

She looked down to where the music was coming from and saw a small portable Bluetooth speaker beside her door. She remembered now why this was familiar.

"Elias's idea?" She said quietly, biting her bottom lip, hiding the smile tugging at her lips.

Elijah didn't say anything, or move, like he turned to stone. The person emerged from behind the wall and it was Elias, pointing a finger to her. "Music was my idea, but my brother was already sitting outside your house for an hour before he called me" He hit Elijah's back roughly which caused him to step forward a little, looking to the side and shooting him a glare.

"You look well Annie, congrats on your graduation!" Elias smiled wide, gripping Elijah's shoulders, shaking him.

Elijah looked to her again.

"Hope you don't mind I dropped off this present for you" He laughed and pushed Elijah forward, who stumbled towards her and smacked his hands onto the door frame to catch himself, face full of fear and wonder.

"I got a woman to go make remember me, peace" Annie heard him say, she couldn't see him, Elijah blocking her view, her eyes still locked onto his. "Y'all got a lot to catch up on, man's become a celibate"

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I've been listening to this song for a while but today while i was cleaning, this idea came to me for smoke x annie 🥺💗👀 different vibe from the first two song fic oneshots for them i did, nothing so hilarious but still jokes in thereee, also i didnt say how long it was so whatever the vibe you're feeling, 2 years, 7 years, both of them are each other sexual in my mind.

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