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Loving you

Stack x Oc

A/N- I just wanted to thank you guys for the love I’ve been receiving on my first post very thankful. Here’s the first chapter fully sorry for keeping you guys waiting!

Oc name: Cecilia Lilac Moore

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A soft smile tugged at her lips as laughter spilled out, light and breathless, from the ticklish warmth of his breath brushing her ear.

“After you give me a kiss, I’ll go down, baby,” she murmured, voice playful with a teasing edge.

Stack wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands moving in slow, comforting circles. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, shaking his head with a smirk.

“Stop bein’ hard-headed, girl,” he said, letting her go.

She leaned in and kissed his cheek, leaving behind a bold red lipstick stain like a signature.

“Holla if you need me. Let’s go, Sammy—I wanna hear your song.”

She and Sammy disappeared down the stairs, giggling like kids, their laughter drifting through the air—carefree, caught up in their own world of inside jokes and warmth.

Back upstairs, Stack’s smile faded into stillness. His gaze shifted to Smoke, unreadable as always.

“You still foolin’ around with Mary?” he asked, blowing a slow stream of smoke to the side.

Stack let out a low chuckle, his steps already carrying him toward the stairs.

“Nah… she just don’t know how to forget about a nigga,” he said, voice casual but tinged with something heavier.

Downstairs, Mary spotted him—and like a magnet, she pulled herself across the room. Her arms slid around his neck, her presence bold, unapologetic.

“You’ve been back a whole damn day and didn’t even bother tellin’ me?” she asked, eyes narrowing as they searched his face. Her voice dropped, the hurt bleeding through.

“My mama passed. Y’all couldn’t even send flowers… after all she did for you—put a roof over your head, fed you and your brother when nobody else would.”

Stack looked down at her, guilt flickering behind his eyes. He glanced around the room, making sure no one was watching too close.

“We sent your mama plenty of flowers while she was still alive to smell ’em,” he said, peeling her arms gently from his neck. “So don’t come ‘round here throwin’ that at me.”

Mary’s expression twisted—grief, betrayal, and rage all fighting for space on her face.

“Go to hell, Stack. You left me like I was nothin’. Just up and disappeared. Didn’t even come back for me. Ran off to Ceily… and then had the nerve to put a ring on her finger.”

Stack met her gaze, guilt softening his features.

“You’re a married woman now, Mary. I was tryin’ to keep you safe. You know I still got love for you… just not like that anymore. Cecilia’s my woman.”

Mary pushed him back, the movement sudden and sharp. Her heels clicked hard against the floor as she turned away—only to bump straight into Sammy.

“Well damn… Little Sammy?” she said, a smile cracking through her mood. “You old enough to drink now, boy? Come on, lemme buy you one.”

She looped her arm through his and pulled him toward the bar, eager to drown the past in something cold and strong.

Once they reached the counter, her eyes lit up with recognition.

“Annie?” she grinned. “Still holding it down behind the bar.”

Annie gave a knowing smile, already reaching for the bottle.

“Two whiskeys, please,” Mary said, sliding a couple bills across the counter.

As Annie poured, Mary turned to Sammy, her expression softening with warmth and something close to nostalgia.

“Damn, you’ve grown up, huh? You’re so big now.” Her eyes swept over him. “How’s that guitar treatin’ you? Made any money off it yet?”

Sammy shook his head, a shy grin tugging at his lips as he picked up the glass.

“Nah… not yet, anyway.” He took a small sip. “Still learnin’ the tricks, gettin’ the feel for it.”

He set the glass down and looked at her, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

“What are you?”

Mary raised a brow, then dramatically looked around like someone might be listening.

“Well, last I checked, I’m human,” she said with a mock-offended tone, then broke into a teasing smile. “I’m playin’ with you, Sammy. I know what you meant.”

She leaned in slightly, voice dropping to something quieter, more vulnerable.

“My mama’s daddy was half Black. That side of the family… it don’t show up much in me, but it’s there.”

Sammy looked into her eyes and nodded slowly.

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

Her smile faded into something quieter—grief simmering just beneath the surface.

“It’s alright,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “What I can’t get past is the twins not showin’ up. Not even a rose at her funeral. After everything she did for them…”

Sammy lowered his gaze, staring into his whiskey like it held the answers. The weight of silence pressed between them.

To be continued…

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Loving you

Stack x Oc

Hello!! This is my first ever fanfic so please bare with me.

Oc: Cecilia Lilac Moore

Warnings: Smut (In later chapters), Cursing, Use of the N word, Cheating, Panic attacks.

Please enjoy and give me feedback if you can! This is a teaser so please let me know if I should continue this series

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The twins stepped into their club, faces sharp, walking with the kind of confidence that turned heads.

“Aight now,” Stack said, eyes scanning the packed barn. “Ian know we had it poppin’ like this.”

“Mhm,” Smoke replied, a cigar hanging from the corner of his mouth, unmoved.

As they surveyed the crowd, a woman on the lower level caught sight of them. Her eyes smoldered with a mischievous gleam. Her hourglass figure filled out a dress that clung and flowed in all the right places. Long, curly hair bounced with every sway of her hips, and her bronze skin shimmered beneath the barn’s warm, buzzing lights.

She made her way toward the twins, their backs still turned to her.

“Now I know y’all ain’t forget ‘bout lil’ ole me,” she purred, her thick accent soft but husky.

The twins turned around at the sound of her voice.

“Baby,” Stack said with a grin, gold glinting between perfect pearly whites, “you actin’ like we ain’t just seen you ‘fore this juke even got started.”

The woman smiled, lips painted in a deep red, stretching into something beautiful and dangerous.

“I know, baby, but you left me in the kitchen with Annie, and I got bored,” she said playfully, her tone teasing. “Didn’t even come check on your wife when you got in—just went straight upstairs with Smoke.” She rolled her eyes, dramatic and cute all at once.

Stack looked down at her, ignoring the attitude as he pulled her close, his arms sliding around her waist. “You know I didn’t mean no harm,” he said, swaying her gently to the music drifting up from downstairs.

Before she could answer, the door swung open and Sammy burst in, out of breath. “I know you said not to interrupt, Smoke, but… Mary’s here. She’s askin’ for Stack.”

Cecilia’s hazel eyes locked onto Stack. “I’ll go to her, baby. We’ve gotta catch up anyway.”

Stack’s expression softened—like it always did when she spoke, like the rest of the world just faded out.

“Nah, it’s alright, girly. I’ll handle it.” He leaned in closer, voice low and smooth. “Now how ‘bout you take that fine ass down to the bar and enjoy yourself, yeah?”

To be continued…