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Guysss, the feedback has been so nice and feeling so much support from the fanfiction world. As always I appreciate you all reading! ❤️

Some one suggested I write from Smoke's POV and honestly I love that! So here's a little take!

Trying to find longevity in my ideas so it's taking me longer to push out! Nonetheless, here we go.

Smoke x Annie

Warning: Sexual Content.

ENJOY.

I was in the Delta after 7 suem years. Chicago ran its course and Stack and I were ready to go.

Home was the first place I wanted to come back to. I had somebody waiting on me. Two somebody's and I didn't know how to approach it.

"Boy I see you getting tense," Stack joked. I laughed it off. But i was tense.

I was nervous. Cause all I could think of was her. If she'd have me back. If she felt the same. I was sweating.

"Stack, think you can drop me off by Annie's?" I asked.

"Fasho' but don't get too caught up. We still got business to handle," he replied.

To be honest, I ain't come here for no juke. I came for her. The juke just something to keep me here.

"You think she'll have me back?" I could always open up to my brother. He never judged me, never made me feel dumb for wanting someone I aint seen in 7 years.

"Oh she'll have you back. You can't get rid of a Moore. No matter how many spells she cast," he grinned. That relaxed me a bit. But I still had a bit of unease going into this situation.

It's like she knew I was coming. She was standing right on the front porch. Hand on hip. God she was beautiful.

Chocolate skin that danced in the sunlight. Beautiful brown eyes that cut right throught you. She was perfect and hopefully.. she was mine.

I got out of the car, closing the door and adjusting my clothes. Even though Stack starch and pressed my clothes perfectly. Under her eye, I was nervous.

I approached her anyway.

"And what do you want?" she sucked her teeth.

Damn, right out the gate she was fiesty.

"I came to see you, I really need to talk to you," I replied.

Her eyes rolled so hard to the back of her head, I thought they were gonna fall out.

"Elijah please don't come around here on no bullshit." She was mad. She had every right.

And my nerves were dancing.

"Annie, I just wanna be civiliz-," she cut me off. "You think I give a damn about being civilized with you? You done rolled in from God knows where and what?," her arms were swinging back and forth in the air with every word.

But I knew her. I knew to just be honest here. One thing we always said was to just be honest.

"I came here to make things right with ya," I stumbled over my words. "It's not a day that went by that I didn't want you." I sunk into myself under her glare.

A moment of silence passed between us. The air was so thick.

I could see the wheels turning in that pretty head of hers. Looking for questions ask. Looking for answers. Needing an explanation.

"Where you been Smoke?"

"Chicago." I replied, wanting to meet her with full honesty I raised my head and stood up straight.

"Why you leave with no explanation?"

"If I would've told you, I would've stayed and I was too scared to do that."

She leaned back into her thoughts. Wheels turning in her head so hard, I could see steam coming out her eats.

"What was you doin' down there?"

"Working." I knew that wouldn't be a good enough answer.

"Working on fucking what, Smoke? Be so fuckin' serious right now," her left eyebrow was raised now and she couldn't even try to hide the irritation if she wanted to.

"We went up there to make some money, it was dangerous. Got into some shit. Came back down here to lay low." I knew it sounded like bullshit. I knew I would need answers.

"So what? You here cause you needa' place to stay?" she cackled. I wasn't welcomed here. At least that's what it felt like. "You got one more chance to tell me why you here and then I'm gon leave you where you standing," her hands were on her hips now.

"I want you. I tried to convince myself that I was coming back here for other reasons but, I know that aint true. The only thing I came for is you, Annie." Her feet shifting, she back thinking and to be honest I knew I was fucked.

"Did you fuck anybody while you was in Chicago?" Her face was dead straight. I swallowed hard. Nervous as fuck to tell her.

"Yes."

What once was the fiesty woman in front of me now look like a lost puppy. I broke her. Tears welled in her eyes and I had no way to fix it. I fucked up. I knew I fucked up.

The moment I was intimate with someone else I felt our connection sever. But that was my first month or so in Chicago. I was lonely and sad. And instead of writing my wrongs with her, I chose to be with someone else.

"Leave," she said throught sniffles.

She looked up at me. Eyes red.

"Leave, Elijah." I didn't move.

She approached me, so close that she's breathing what I am exhaling.

"I waited for you. My body waited. My mind waited. I waited for you and you left me high and dry. Then you come back all these years and what?" She's crying so hard. Fist balled up, pounding my chest. I let her. I deserve it.

"Annie, you gotta understand. Soon as I did it i regretted it. That was 7 years ago-"

"It don't matter Elijah. Somebody had a piece of you that was mine. Sacred to just us," her head was down now.

I feel like shit.

She planted her hands on both sides of my chest.

"I had some type of hope for us all this time. I just knew that my man would come back to me," her voice cold.

"I am right here," I'm pleading. My hands wrap around her waste but she pushes me off.

"I want you gone." She turned away from me, walked back into her house and, closed the door.

I couldn't give up so easy, I needed her back. So I walked up the stairs and I sat on the chair. I stayed there. 'As long as it takes.' I would do whatever to have her.

I heard shuffling inside, which prompted me to look up. It was her, in the window. Unimpressed. She closed the blinds and I was met with the sound of the door locking. Which meant GO AWAY. But I wasn't doing that.

The next morning..

I don't think she expected to see me, being as thought she let out a scream when she opened her front door to me sitting there.

"You scared the shit out of me," she exclaimed holding her chest. "What are you still doing here?"

"I want you," I said.

She let out a laugh that would hurt any mans pride.

She went along her day. Running errands, the shop, chores and visits with friends.

She acted as if I wasn't there. And that hurt me bad. Bit I deserved it.

I could hear an engine sputtering from down the road. Wondering who it could possibly be.

It was Stack. "Bro, she got you sitting outside her door like you a stray cat." He was laughing and it broke me out of my mood.

"Man she aint fuck with me, AT ALL," I chuckled quietly.

"I just rode by to see wassup wit ya," he said. "I figured Annie stubborn ass wasn't going for that."

"Nigga you said fasho she was gon have me back. Yo punk ass just be talkin," I recanted with a weak ass smile.

"Sittin' outside her door gon do the trick, you know she aint got the heart to be so cruel," he said.

"Speaking of which, think you can roll me up a couple cigarettes? If ima sit here, Ima smoke sum."

"Fasho, I got 6 rolled up for you right here. Figured you'd need em,"

We said our goodbyes and he was gone whever the wind to em.

I sat back down in my spot and watched as the sun began to go down.

The front door lock came undone and it creaked open.

It was her. Checking on me. Even thought she was so tough yesterday.

"You ate today Elijah?"

"I be sittin' here all day, aint going nowhere til I got you." I was determined.

"You so damn extra. Just come eat." She walked away but left the door open. I followed her in.

...

Fried fish, cornbread, cabbage, yams and mac.

Her food was so good, I had 3 plates. But once the scraping of my fork against the plate stopped, the tension came back.

"Was the food good?"

"You know the food was good Annie." I'm getting irritated because where is this going. Even though I had no right to be upset.

I just want her back. But I know I gotta get through the hard part first.

Her eyes went black, I could see she was working herself up.

"When you fucked her did you like it?"

Here we go.

"I'm a man Annie," I answered honestly. "but I wanted you."

She laughed, unconvinced.

"You wanted me so bad, you went and fucked somebody else."

I took it. I deserved it.

"Was her pussy better than mine?"

I hate that I even let shit get so bad between us that she even thought to compare herself to some random girl. That was my fault.

"Nobody will ever be better than you," I was honest.

"Did you give her your seed?"

"Fuck no, the only person I've ever given that to is you."

I stood up and walked over to her, my turn to invade her space.

Both our chest rising and falling at the same time, due to close proximity.

"Smoke back up," she's moving away from me with her hand up to create space.

"No," I back her into a wall.

I kiss her. Immediately her hands go to the back of my head pulling me in closer. She opens her mouth to grant my tongue entrance. Our spit being exchanged, I pulled back from the feverish kiss. I look into her eyes and I am madly in love.

I leave a trail of kisses from her lips to her neck. Swirling my tongue in circles, sucking hard and soothing it with a soft kiss. My hands found her ass, pulling and squeezing it. Eliciting moans and gasps.

"Smoke," she whimpers. "We shouldn't be doing this."

That didn't stop me, I was in and she wasn't going to stop me.

I slip my hands into the front of her waistband to find a hot and wet pussy. Coating my fingers in her sex, she throws her had back up against the wall.

I'm swiping over her pussy with just enough pressure to get her close but not enought to go over the edge.

"Elijah.. I- Ahh-," she couldn't even speak I was fingering her pussy so good.

The moment was abandoned with a stiff push. She pushed me off her. 'Did I hurt her?'

"I can't do this. I can't let you hurt me the way you did. And you get to just.. come back?" She was standing firm in her boundary. And I was at a loss for words.

"Annie, I'm trying to show you," fat ass knot in my throat.

"I can't take your word for it Elijah. It has to be constant, not when you want it."

She walked to the mirror at the end of the hallway. I followed. Only, talking to me through the relectuon and not turning around to address me head on.

"I think you should go,' her head tucked damn near between her shoulders.

"I'm gonna leave now, but I will prove to you that this IS constant. That I never stopped loving you. That I want to be with you," not caring if I convinced her in this moment. I was convinced. I was getting her back and that was final.

She walked me to the door and before I made it down the steps she called after me.

"I hope you stand firm in your words," followed by a weak smile on both our ends.

"I will," and I turned from her with my head held high.

I was going to get her back. If it is the last thing I do.

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One thing about me, I don’t play about Annie and Smoke’s relationship. NOTHING, screamed mammy about Wunmi’s sexy ass and I don’t like how some people have been stating that. What Smoke and Annie have is metaphysical. Their love transcends time and space so spare me with that bullshit. What y’all saw on the screen was grown, true, and pure. Don’t get it twisted.

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We need romantic with them alone. 😍

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Wunmi Mosaku & Michael B. Jordan at the European Premiere of "Sinners" in London, 4/14/25.

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Smoke holding up a gun to Pearline immediately cause she initially refused to eat the garlic had me laughing and rewinding the scene so many times. Annie told everyone they have to eat this garlic to prove none of them are vampires and Smoke was like don't worry I'll handle it, I'll make sure everyone does. Even his little cousin wasn't allowed to interfere. He trusts Annie with his life and I'm here for it.

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The Vine Between Us (2)

Summary

Annie left the Mississippi Delta with a broken heart and a full-ride scholarship, determined never to look back. Now a celebrated professor in Chicago, she’s called home to care for her mother—and the last thing she expects is to run straight into him.

Elijah "Smoke". Her first love. Her first everything.

He disappeared the summer after graduation, leaving only unanswered calls and a goodbye she never got. Now he's back in town, running a moody, magnetic blues lounge with his twin brother, playing late into the humid Southern nights like he’s pouring his soul out just for her.

Annie wants to hate him. She wants to forget the way he made her feel. But one look from those stormy eyes, and she’s seventeen again—burning, aching, and lost in the man he’s become.

He left without a word. But now? He wants to finish the story they never got to end.

Characters: Annie x Elijah " Smoke" Moore (Modern AU)

Themes: Angst, Fluff, Mention of Abuse, Vulgar Language, Sexual content & more...

Chapters: PART (1)

A/N: Thank you for all the love on the first chapter! I really do appreciate it! Feedback is very much welcome, and if you would like to be added to the taglist, just let me know. Enjoy!

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The air seemed to settle, but Annie felt anything but steady. Her stomach churned. She gripped the red basket tighter, her knuckles pale against the handle. Pearline said something, but it sounded like it was coming from underwater.

“Elijah,” she murmured, not as a name, but a wound. One that hadn’t fully closed in nine damn years.

Pearline leaned on the cart. “Annie?”

Annie let out a short breath that didn’t feel like relief. “He looked right at me, Pearline. Like he hadn’t disappeared. Like he hadn’t left me without a goodbye or a damn word.”

“You never talked to him since?”

Annie scoffed, tossing a box of cornmeal into the basket like it had offended her. “Not once. He didn’t write. Didn’t call. Nothing.”

“I thought Stack sent you letters?”

“He did. Two. That’s it. Told me they enlisted. Said they left the next morning after graduation. But Elijah? Nothing. Not even a ‘I’m sorry.’” Her voice was rising now, emotions climbing up her throat. “We were kids, yeah, but I loved him, Pearline. I thought he loved me. He let me plan out our whole summer together, let me sit there talking about the future like we had one—and all the while he knew he was leavin’.”

Pearline looked at her gently. “Maybe it was hard for him to say goodbye.”

Annie gave a sharp laugh. “You don’t ghost someone you love because it’s hard. You show up. You explain. You give them something—a note, a moment, a goodbye kiss, I don’t care. But he gave me nothing. He took the boy I loved and vanished like it never happened. And now he’s just… back. Lookin’ at me like we’ve only been apart a season.”

She paused, swallowing hard, then added, “You know what the worst part is?”

Pearline shook her head.

“I waited. For months. I’d check the mailbox like a fool. I'd look out the window every time a car slowed down. Mama thought I was sick. And then Stack’s second letter came. Told me Elijah got quiet. Said he wasn’t the same. Said to move on.”

Pearline touched her arm. “Have you ever written back?”

Annie shook her head, eyes glassy. “What was there to say? ‘Thanks for the crumbs?'"

The two stood in silence for a moment, the hum of the freezer aisle filling the space between their memories. Annie blinked away the sting in her eyes, gathering herself again.

“I don’t care how good he looks now,” she said tightly. “I buried him nine years ago. I’m not digging up bones.”

Pearline didn’t argue. She just nodded, pushing her cart toward the register. “Well… if you change your mind, I hear The Cypress Lounge got the kind of ghosts that sing when you listen real close.”

Annie watched her go, the ache still pressing against her ribs like old bruises. She wasn’t ready to see him again—not like that. Not when all she wanted to do was ask why and hit him in the same breath.

The screen door creaked open as Annie followed her mother up the front steps, grocery bags tugging at her fingers. The sun had started to drop, casting long shadows across the porch. Cicadas buzzed in the trees, a lazy hum that made the evening feel heavier somehow.

“You gon’ pout all night or help me put these greens in water?” Mama asked, setting her bags down on the kitchen table with a soft grunt.

Annie didn’t answer right away. She moved through the kitchen like she was underwater, setting things down without care, her mind still circling the moment Elijah’s eyes locked on hers in Bo Chow’s. Nine years, and he hadn’t flinched. Like he expected her to still be there, standing still.

“I saw Elijah,” she said finally.

Her mother didn’t look surprised. “I figured. Ruby called me from the parking lot. Said she spotted you at Bo Chow’s, lookin’ like you seen a ghost.”

Annie’s eyes narrowed. “Of course Ruby nosey self did.”

“She was just picking up some turnips, and saw you ducking behind cereal like a sinner hiding from the deacons,” her mother said, with a knowing look. “Said he looked good, though. That was her exact phrasing—‘that boy aged like a mahogany tree and shame on him.’”

Annie scoffed. “Of course she’d notice that.”

Her mother started unpacking the collards, her hands working with muscle memory. “You still mad at him?”

Annie let out a bitter breath. “Mad? I was ruined, Mama. He left me like I was nothing. Like we were nothing. Didn’t say goodbye, didn’t even call. Just disappeared with Stack and never looked back.”

“Stack wrote you.”

“Elijah didn’t.”

Her mother nodded slowly, rinsing the greens. “You were young. So was he.”

“That’s no excuse. He could’ve told me. He owed me something.”

Her mother set the colander down, turning to face her. “You right. He did. But maybe he didn’t know how to face you. Maybe leaving was harder than you think.”

Annie shook her head, eyes starting to sting again. “Then he shouldn’t have let me dream about a future he never intended to give me.”

Her mother walked over and cupped her face gently. “You held on too long, baby. You let that silence become your whole story. Maybe now’s your chance to write a new ending.”

Annie pulled away, blinking back tears. “I’m not interested in happy endings. Not with him.”

Her mother didn’t press. She simply kissed her forehead and returned to the sink, humming an old blues tune under her breath. Annie stood still, the weight of the past pressing against her chest like a stone.

Later that night, after the greens were cleaned and stewing low on the stove, Annie sat on the porch with a glass of sweet tea sweating in her hand. The crickets were out now, and the breeze carried the soft scent of honeysuckle from the side of the house. Her mother was rocking beside her, shelling peas into a bowl like she always did when she wanted to talk without pressing too hard.

“You hear from that teacher fella lately?” Mama asked, keeping her eyes on her hands.

Annie took a sip, not looking her way. “Nah. I let that go.”

“That’s what, the third man this year you done ‘let go’?”

Annie gave a half-shrug. “It wasn’t working.”

Mama smiled faintly. “It never does when they start talkin’ forever, huh?”

Annie’s jaw tightened just a little, but she didn’t respond.

“They don’t measure up?” her mother asked lightly, but the words had weight.

Annie looked out at the yard, where the porch light barely touched the overgrown grass near the fence. “It’s not about measuring up. I just... don’t feel it. Not like that.”

Her mother was quiet for a moment, and then said, almost to herself, “You felt it once though. All the way through.”

Annie’s breath hitched just a little, but she forced herself to stay still. “That was a long time ago.”

Her mother nodded slowly. “Mm-hmm.”

Another beat of silence.

“I’m not hung up on Elijah,” Annie said suddenly, a little too fast. “If that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I ain’t say his name.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Her mother looked over at her, warm eyes sharp with knowing. “You’ve had good men, Annie. Kind ones. Smart ones. Ones who wanted to build something real with you. But you run every time they open that door.”

Annie looked down at her glass. The ice had melted.

“I guess I just ain’t the buildin’ kind.”

Her mother didn’t push. She never did. She just kept shelling those peas, soft click-clack sounds filling the quiet.

But Annie knew. She knew her mother saw the space inside her heart where Elijah’s ghost still lived. The part of her that had never healed right. Like a broken bone that fused crooked—strong enough to carry on, but always aching when the weather changed.

And no matter how much she denied it, or how many smiles she forced through new dates and fresh starts, that pain had made her cautious. Distant. Every time love reached out, she pulled away just enough to keep from bleeding again.

Her mama let the silence sit a minute longer before dropping another shell into the bowl and saying, like it was nothing more than a passing thought, “You know… Stacks used to light up like a Christmas tree whenever he saw you.”

Annie blinked, caught off guard. “Stacks?”

“Mmhmm,” her mother nodded, a little smile playing on her lips. “Even when y’all were just kids. Always hanging around the house askin’ where you were. But Lord, he was too busy chasin’ every girl with good hair and fast hips.”

Annie huffed a dry laugh. “Yeah. Stacks flirted with anything that moved. He was always trying to charm his way outta trouble.”

“Still, that boy looked at you differently,” her mama said softly. “Not like the others. And not just ‘cause of Elijah either.”

Annie shook her head, lips tugging upward despite herself. “Stacks was just a clown. Sweet, sure, but not serious. Not back then.”

Her mother gave her a sideways glance. “Maybe not. But you never did give him the time of day.”

“That’s because I only had eyes for one person.” The words slipped out before Annie could catch them, and she immediately regretted it.

Her mama didn’t press. She just reached for another pea pod, her voice gentle. “Funny how you still talk about Elijah like you seventeen.”

“I don’t,” Annie said, too quickly.

“Mmhmm,” her mother replied, which was her polite way of saying yes, you do.

Annie sighed and leaned back in her chair, watching the porch light flicker like it was thinking about giving up. Her heart felt tight in her chest, the weight of memories pressing in. She thought she’d buried that chapter of her life deep enough that even her mama couldn’t dig it up, but somehow all it took was one encounter at Bo Chow’s and her world was unraveling.

And now her mother was talking about Stacks like he might be an option, as if Annie still had something left to give.

“Stacks was always a better talker than Elijah,” her mother added, almost sly now. “At least he wrote.”

Annie didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Because her mother was right. Stacks had written to her, twice. Letters that came months after they’d vanished. Words that tried to explain what Elijah never did.

Her mama set the bowl down, wiped her hands on her apron, and turned to face her daughter. “That boy left a hole in you, baby. I know that. But I also know you never let anyone else even try to fill it.”

Annie looked away.

Her mother hesitated, then smiled faintly. “You remember how you used to love to walk barefoot in the greenhouse?”

Annie’s brows lifted. “Of course.”

“I saw you one night. Slipping out through your window. I got up to get some water, and there you were, tiptoeing like you were a spy or somethin’.”

Annie blinked. “You never said anything.”

“I didn’t have to. You were lucky it was me that saw you. If it had been your daddy...” Her mama shook her head, laughing under her breath. “He liked Elijah, sure. But he was no fool. He knew Elijah was still a boy—and boys have eyes, especially for girls they ain’t supposed to be out with that late.”

Annie’s cheeks flushed with memory. “You knew all this time?”

“I knew more than you thought. I remember the way you used to come home glowing like the moon had whispered secrets in your ear. And I knew it was only a matter of time before that boy either broke your heart... or tried to keep it.”

There was a long silence between them.

Annie finally whispered, “He didn’t try to keep it. He just left.”

Her mama softened. “He was young. Didn’t know how to be honest. That’s no excuse, but it’s the truth. And you’ve been holding that silence like it’s yours to carry.”

Her mama looked at her long and deep. “You may not owe him a second chance, Annie. But you do owe yourself a real one.”

After dinner, Annie helped her mother clear the table, both of them moving in a quiet rhythm honed by years of coexisting in the same modest kitchen. The clink of plates and the soft scrape of forks filled the silence between them. Her mother wiped the last of the crumbs into her palm and tossed them into the trash before speaking.

“Why are you so quiet over there, child?”

Annie gave a half-smile. “I’ve just been thinking.”

Her mother didn’t press. She knew Annie well enough to let her thoughts settle on their own time. But when Annie leaned back against the counter and said, “I might go out for a little bit,” her mother stopped rinsing the sink.

“Where to?”

“Pearline said she might stop by Cypress Lounge tonight. Thought I’d catch up with her.”

Her mother slowly turned off the faucet and dried her hands on the dish towel. “The lounge?”

Annie gave a small shrug. “Yeah.”

“Hmm.” The sound carried meaning. Not quite judgment, but not surprise either.

Annie rolled her eyes with a teasing smirk. “And yes, I know who owns it.”

Her mother raised a brow. “Stacks and Smoke. That ain’t no secret, child.”

“They’ve probably done well with it,” Annie said, unsure why she felt the need to defend them.

“They always knew how to hustle,” her mother replied, her tone neutral. “Still... walking into their world again ain’t like passing through the produce aisle at Piggly Wiggly.”

Annie chuckled despite herself. “I’m not going there for them, Mama. Pearline will be there. It’s just a lounge. I’m grown.”

Her mother didn’t argue. She just gave her that long, knowing look that seemed to see through the years and right back to the girl who used to sneak out late at night to meet Elijah behind the Greenhouse.

“Well,” her mother said finally, “if you’re going, fix your hair. And don’t let that boy’s dimples undo all your common sense.”

Annie laughed. “You talking about Stacks or Smoke?”

Her mother smirked. “Don’t play coy. We both know which one made you lose sleep.”

Annie shook her head and grabbed her purse. “Good night, Mama.”

“Be safe, baby.”

As Annie stepped outside into the warm Delta night, the weight of memories pressed on her chest, but so did the thrill of seeing Cypress Lounge not as a symbol of the past, but a place where she might reclaim a little piece of herself.

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The Cypress Lounge pulsed with rhythm, low and thick like molasses. Laughter drifted out with the smoke, but Elijah was known to most as Smoke leaned against the brick wall out back, cigarette glowing between his fingers. The night air was heavy with humidity, but the quiet outside was a relief from the blues buzzing inside.

Only Annie and the elders ever called him Elijah.

He hadn’t heard his name said like that in over a decade, and somehow it still felt like it belonged to her.

He took a long drag, exhaled slow.

“You thinkin’ about Annie?”

Stacks’ voice broke the silence like a gentle elbow to the ribs. His twin brother, same face but always a little brighter around the edges. Stacks wore the same face, but with mischief tucked into the corners of his grin. Always had. Even now, older, sharper, wearing a tailored vest and easy charm, he was still the same boy who cracked jokes in the middle of a storm.

Smoke didn’t answer right away.

Stacks didn’t need him to.

They’d always understood each other without saying much.

But the truth was, yes. He was thinking about Annie. Hell, she never really left his mind. Not when they left town, not during all those long years in the military, not once in the ten years since.

He hadn’t said goodbye.

He hadn’t sent a letter.

He just disappeared.

It was the one thing he regretted. Even now.

Stacks had written to her. Twice. Checked in. Explained what happened, best he could. But Smoke? He hadn’t had the guts. Not because he didn’t care, but because he cared too damn much.

And now she was back.

Of course she’d still be beautiful. Of course the moment he saw her it’d feel like the world flipped upside down.

Stacks knew the history. He’d known it even back then.

He’d had a crush on Annie when they were just kids. Everybody knew it. But even at ten years old, Stacks had seen it. That look in Annie’s eyes, the one she only gave Smoke. And for all his wild boy charm, Stacks never got jealous. He just smiled, teased them both, and let it be.

Because if there was one person in this world Stacks would never betray, it was his brother.

And Smoke knew that. Always had.

Growing up with their father, who was mean and drunk more often than sober, had taught him how to anticipate pain. He’d learned how to take a hit before it landed. Learned how to stand between Stacks and a swinging fist, how to bite his tongue and swallow his screams. His father never touched Stacks. Smoke made sure of that.

Maybe that’s why he clung to Annie so hard back then. She was soft in a world that was bruised. Her laugh made things feel normal. She believed in him when he barely believed in himself. She saw past the fists, past the scars, past the silence he wore like armor.

And God help him, she was still the only girl who ever made him smile without trying.

He hadn’t seen that smile in the mirror since he left.

He didn’t know what it meant now that she was back in town, or whether he even had the right to say her name anymore.

Smoke crushed the cigarette beneath his boot and rubbed a hand down his face, like maybe he could wipe the memories away. No luck. Annie lived behind his eyes now. Every part of this damn city held her name in it.

Stacks leaned beside him, silent now, eyes cast toward the alleyway like he was watching for ghosts.

“You ever think about what it’d be like if we never left?” Stacks finally asked, voice low, thoughtful.

Smoke didn’t answer right away. Instead, he watched the shadows stretch across the bricks, thick like ink in the heat.

“All the time,” he muttered.

“You ever regret it?”

Smoke tilted his head back. “You don’t?”

Stacks shrugged. “Some days. But I think we needed to go. To survive. Pops was gettin’ worse. I don’t think we woulda made it much longer.”

Their father’s anger used to thunder through the walls late at night. A bottle always in his hand. Hands that were too quick to swing. Smoke had learned early to stay ten steps ahead of him, not just for his own sake—but to protect Stacks. If it wasn’t for Smoke, Stacks would’ve taken the worst of it. That’s just who their father was.

So they hustled. Ran the streets before their voices even cracked—fixing radios, selling bootleg tapes, flipping whatever they could get their hands on just to put food in the fridge. They had dreams, sure, but hunger and fists didn’t care about dreams. They cared about survival.

One day, Smoke decided enough was enough. The military wasn’t just an escape—it was the only road that looked like it led out.

But it cost him Annie.

“She was mad,” Stacks added, voice softer now. “She wrote me back once. Told me she was done waiting.”

“I deserved that.”

“She cried in that letter, Smoke. You know how hard it is for a girl like Annie to admit she cried? She trusted you. And you disappeared.”

Smoke clenched his jaw, pain flickering behind his eyes. “I was gonna write. Every day, I meant to. But I didn’t want to give her false hope. I thought if I just cut it, it’d be easier for her.”

“You were trying to protect her.”

“Yeah. And I ended up hurting her more.”

Stacks gave him a look, one brother to another. “You gonna let her keep thinkin’ you didn’t care?”

Smoke turned his head, eyes sharp. “No.”

“You still love her?”

Smoke didn’t even blink. “Always did.”

Stacks cracked a smile, no jealousy in it, just understanding. He had known, even as a kid, that Annie was always looking at Smoke—even when she was standing right beside him. And he couldn’t be mad. Not when Annie was the only thing that ever made his brother smile like that.

Then he clapped a hand on Smoke’s shoulder. “Then you better fix it, big bro. Before someone else steps in.”

Smoke stared into the night, jaw tight. “She ain’t the type you just win back with flowers and apologies.”

“Then don’t give her that. Give her truth.”

Stacks stepped away, voice trailing off. “We’ve got a club to run. And you’ve got a woman to face.”

Smoke stayed where he was, staring at the stars, the weight of memory flashing in his mind. It was a memory of when he first spoke to her.

Smoke wiped down the kitchen counter, scrubbing at the sticky ring left by a half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey. Their father had stumbled in late the night before, angry and mean with nothing in his pockets but excuses and the sharp stench of regret. Now he was passed out in the back room, door wide open, mouth hanging slack.

Smoke tossed the rag in the sink and let out a breath. The walls felt like they were closing in.

“Yo, come on,” Stacks called from the hallway, already halfway out the door. “We hittin’ Mr. Gary’s before it gets packed.”

Smoke grabbed his white t- shirt, slid it on, and followed his twin into the humid Mississippi morning. The sun was bold overhead, baking the pavement, making everything shimmer like heat was trying to erase the whole town.

Stacks bounced down the sidewalk, full of energy, snapping his fingers and breaking into a loud, off-key rendition of the Ying Yang Twins.

“Wait 'til you see my—”

“Stacks,” Smoke warned, glancing around.

Stacks just laughed. “What? I’m sayin’. That song go hard. You just mad you ain’t got the vocals for it.”

Smoke shook his head, but there was a smirk trying to creep in. As usual, Stacks was showing out, dancing and spinning a coin between his fingers like the world had never hurt them.

They turned the corner near 12th and saw Mr. Gary’s ice cream parlor just ahead, the old hand-painted sign barely hanging on. The scent of sugar and waffle cones drifted out into the street like an invitation.

Stacks slowed. “Yo. Yo. Ain’t that the girl from math class?”

Smoke followed his gaze.

There she was.

Annie.

She was sitting outside the shop on the bench, one knee up, licking a grape popsicle like it owed her money. Two thick braids framed her face, and an old Saints jersey hung over her cutoffs. She looked like she belonged on a whole different planet—cool, unbothered, sharp-eyed.

“She new,” Smoke murmured. “Moved here from Louisiana.”

“She fine,” Stacks corrected, grinning. “Watch this.”

He sauntered ahead with all the charm he could muster, chest puffed like he was walking into a music video.

“Hey there,” he said smoothly, leaning against the bench. “You in our class, right? I’m Stacks. You probably noticed me already.”

Annie didn’t even blink. “Only thing I noticed was somebody always talkin’ when the teacher tryin’ to speak.”

Stacks froze, smile faltering for half a second. “Dang. That’s cold.”

“I’m from Louisiana. We say what we mean,” she said, then looked past him. “Your brother the one that don’t talk?”

Smoke, still a few steps back, raised a brow. “Sometimes.”

Annie gave a slow, thoughtful nod. “Good. I like the quiet ones. They don’t waste your time with nonsense.”

Stacks laughed too loud. “See? She like you already.”

Annie cut him a look. “Boy, don’t flatter yourself. I ain’t said I liked either of y’all." Smoke walked up beside his brother, unsure of what to say.

Annie turned to him. “You got a name or you just go by ‘Shadow’?”

“Elijah,” he said, voice quiet. “But everybody call me Smoke.”

Annie licked her popsicle, then said, “Smoke, huh? You look like you don’t play around.”

Stacks jumped in. “He don’t. Always got that serious face like he solving algebra in his sleep.”

Annie stood up, brushing crumbs off her jersey, and walked between them like royalty on a mission.

“Well, nice meetin’ y’all. Don’t be weird next time.”

And just like that, she was gone, her braids bouncing with every step.

Stacks let out a low whistle. “Man... she really just...she got attitude.”

“She got presence,” Smoke corrected, still watching her walk away.

Stacks looked at his twin and shook his head. “You catchin’ feelings already?”

Smoke didn’t answer.

Stacks grinned. “Me too."

Elijah brung himself back to reality as he heard Stacks calling his name from the side door of the lounge. He wasn’t the boy Annie used to sneak off with to the greenhouse under moonlight. He was the man who left without a word, but he was ready to write his wrongs.

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Lord forgive me for paying attention to the YT comments section but I really want people who claim Annie was treated as a less 'desired love interest' than Mary to remind me which of them was told she didn't have any business being near them by both Micheal A and Michael B Jordan.

"Oh but Mary is shown to be the focus of desire and Annie isn't"

Are we forgetting that the first thing Stack tells Mary to do is kick rocks? That one of the first things we learned about their past relationship is that he left her in the middle of the night without any communication at all?

Yes Smoke also left Annie but that to me is representative of the fact that both twins always chose each other over either of their respective lovers, or anyone else in their lives. At the very least we know from the fact that he married her that Smoke considered Annie someone in his life, who was not Stack, that he could build a life with. She made him a mojo bag so it's not like Smoke left in the middle of the night.

And it's not like either twin is best friends with the other's lover but Annie clearly gets so much more consideration and respect from Stack than Mary does from Smoke. Smoke would clearly rather Stack and Mary never even have been together in the first place but even from (what was supposed to be) the opening night of the Juke we see Stack and Annie working together to manage Smoke and the business. Annie is being paid to cook there sure, but to me it's clear that she was always supposed to have a huge role in the business.

I'm not saying the movie is perfect or that people can't have their own opinions but even if we're appealing to the respectability argument- Annie is the only person in the main cast apart from Sammie with very little 'sin' on her record. For one thing she's the only woman of the three love interests who isn't cheating on her husband for whatever that's worth to folks in a movie called Sinners.

And even the comparison of the love scenes feels disingenuous to me. I've seen some people say Mary is the one shown to be desired between her and Stack while Smoke is shown to be desired by Annie and I want to remind everyone that again Mary is the person chasing Stack. He saw her that morning and said go back to your white husband. Annie and Smoke are reuniting as a couple that went through a horrible loss that can rip modern couples apart, without the additional stresses of being sharecroppers on top of that.

Additionally I don't think it's a coincidence that the love scene between Smoke and Annie happens before the sun goes down and the one between Stack and Mary - which I remind everyone leads to Stack dying!!- happens after nightfall and after Mary has already been turned by Rennick. Sammie and Stack both talk about that day before the sun went down being one of the best days of their life. Given the connection and parallels between the twins I would assume that the same would probably be true for Smoke.

So one of the best days of his life involved getting to reconnect with his wife. Getting to fold her into a business he and his brother were building not just for their own financial freedom and independence but also as a safe space for their community. A community Annie was a central part of.

One of those love scenes happened between a couple that had a real chance of reconciling if Rennick hadn't shown up and it's not the one featuring Mary.

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Easier

So, I figured I would take my time putting this one out. I don't like feeling like I'm rushing to write and then giving you guys bullshit to read.

I appreciate all the positive feedback, it makes me feel super confident in my writing!

ENJOY.

"You makin' love so easy," the words lazily slipped out of her mouth.

"That's cause we was meant to be Annie," Smoke grinned.

The Beginning of the Day...

She woke up to and immediately thought the worst. It had been almost 2 years since Smoke came back to town. She was prepared for the worst and hoping for the best.

Her furrowed brows loosened as aromas wafted in from the doorway.

He was making her breakfast, well lunch.

She rolled out of bed on a hot July afternoon. In complete bliss from the last 2 years she's had with her husband.

He'd been so consistent, so.. present. The war wasn't holding him hostage. He was clear minded. He was focused, and it was on her.

As she got up, Elijah walked through the door with a big shit eating grin.

"I got sumn' for ya." He was always doing something.

"You gotta close ya eys if you wanna see,' he teased.

Annie was always in the mood for his surprises.

"Lijah, don't let me fall now,' she joked back.

He guided her out through their living room and into the kitchen.

"Baby.. you've really outdone yourself," turning into his chest with happy tears falling down her face.

64 roses arranged on the kitchen table. A note. Not only that, there sat a ring.

They were already married, but this? This was a moment she always dreamed of sharing with him. Specifically, him.

Approaching the table, hands gravitating towards the letter that read:

Annie,

I waited a long time to come back to what we had. I ran. I hurt you. I should've stayed here with you. I can't change the past, only what I do from here on out. And that's show you.

I prayed for you, not even knowing who the prayer is going to. I just pleaded with whoever to get me back to you. Asked the big hole in the sky day in and day out to reunite us. I love you Annie. Everyday that passes by I wake up loving you more than I did yesterday.

You are the light on my darkest days. You are the moon and the stars and everything in between. What better way to prove that to you? I dedicate my life to your happiness, peace, and wellbeing. I'm choosing you in this moment the way I choose you every day.

I know in every lifetime that you & I will be reunited because when it's meant to be, it lasts forever.

Thank you for who you are. For helping me become who I am. Now I just have one more question for you baby..

Yours forever,

Elijah

p.s. Turn around!

She was gasping for breath, chest rising and falling so rapidly.

She turned. And there he was, on bended knee, reaching for the ring.

Tears welded in their eyes. THIS MOMENT, specially made for them.

"Now, I know you probably thinking I done lost my damn mind. But I have to have you for the rest of my life. So I was wonderin' if you would be my wife?," he asked.

"I'd marry you one hundred times over Elijah," she replied.

He placed the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit. They were perfect for each other.

He knew that this was something she longed for even after they got married. He made her dreams a reality.

What started off as a kiss of appreciation, escalated quickly into a heavy session. Tongues dancing, hands gliding up and down eachothers bodies.

He cups her face with two large hands, caressing her cheeks. Plants a sweet kiss on her lips. Her forehead. Her cheek. Traveling down her face licking, biting and sucking on her neck.

Her hands holding the back of his head. If he wasn't holding her up, her knees would've gave out right from under her.

"Smoke you bitin' me so hard, you gon leave a mark," she hissed.

Everybody knew she was his already anyway, it wouldn't be the first time she had to walk around with love marks.

"I can't keep my mouth off of you, you're so sexy," he growled into her chest. "Take your shirt off," he demanded.

She obeyed his request.

Soft, plump titties fell out of her dress. He was mesmerized. Her nipples were so hard, sensitive to the touch. He wanted to suck them. That sent her body into a frenzy.

He pulled her towards the couch where he sat down and pulled her to sit in his lap. Her breast directly in his face, he took the erect nipple in his mouth. Sucking lightly, biting them softly. Moans fell out of her mouth. She dug her nails into his shoulder, leaving marks.

"Elijah, the way you touching me got me going crazy, I can feel my pussy getting wet for you," she moaned.

His dick was hard as fuck. Between the titties, the moans and her rocking back and forth on his dick.

She felt him growing under her. She needed more friction. She rocks harder. The only barrier between then are her panties. She's leaking onto his pants.

"Baby, I'm bout to cum for you."

"Oh no no noooo," he stops her. He grabs her around waste with one hand to lift her up a little, he uses his other hand to rip her panties off and pull his dick out.

Her body hovered in the air as he lined himself up with her slick opening. He guided the tip of his dick into her gushy, warm pussy.

Annie's head fell back, mouth agape, "Ohhh my god Daddy, i feel so full already." He wasn't even in her yet.

"Your dick is so big baby, I don't think I can take that." She said that everytime.

"You can take it baby, I'm gon lower you on this dick nice and slow," he growled.

Her pussy was too wet. Too warm. It was too good.

She sank further onto him. Taking breaks in between.

"Smoke, please just fuck me with this much.. I can't take nomore dick," she begged him.

"Aw baby, you almost there," he wraps his hands around Annie holding her ass open with one cheek and rubbing her asshole slowly, using her pussy juices as lubricant.

She could help but sink down on his dick as he played in her ass. Slightly teasing her hole.

She screamed, "Fuck Daddy! You're so big."

He began to lift her up slowly using her ass cheeks as leverage. Her pussy was so slick on his dick. Dripping all over them. She was riding him so slow, he thought be might cum right then and there.

"Your pussy is so fucking good, I'm gon spend the resr of my life diggin' in you baby," Smoke moaned.

"You like the way I ride that dick daddy? Put your finger back in my ass so I can bust all over you," she was playing a dangerous game.

He teased at her ass making him ride him harder. She's slamming her pussy on to his dick now. He can feel her heartbeat he so deep inside her.

"I love you baby," she whimpers.

"I love you Elijah."

"Your dick is so good."

"You tearing me up Smoke."

"You so deep in me baby, fuck."

She was a wreck. His dick made her dizzy. It was soooo good.

"Annie baby.. I- I'm boutta nut all in your pussy. Your pussy grippin my dick so good," his hips started to buck.

Annied lowered her lips to his ear. "I'm about to squirt all over you daddy. Right there. Don't stop pounding my pussy oh my-," it gushed out of her all over his dick. He fucks her even harder.

"I love fucking this pussy baby, Daddy bout to cum right in you," he grunts.

Annie's slamming her pussy onto him. Over and over. It sounds like a love audience.

"Cum in this pussy daddy. Please nut in me," she begged.

Hammering into her, he releases all cum in her with a string of cuss words to follow.

"Oh fuck Annie, i'm fucking cummin' in this wet ass pussy.. you got the best fuckin pussy baby. You're so beautiful."

They both slow down to look at each other. He's still inside of her. Neither one of them want to part.

Trying to find words, they just stare in admiration.

"I love you, Elijah."

"I love you, Annie."

"You makin' love so easy," the words lazily slipped out of her mouth.

Her head now nestled in his neck.

"That's cause we was meant to be Annie," Smoke grinned.

They spent the rest of the day basking in their "engagement" and making love all over their house.

Exactly the way it would always be.

Just them.

the end.

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dropping today. i'm writing right now on some late night inspiration shit!

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The Vine Between Us

Summary

Annie left the Mississippi Delta with a broken heart and a full-ride scholarship, determined never to look back. Now a celebrated professor in Chicago, she’s called home to care for her mother—and the last thing she expects is to run straight into him.

Elijah "Smoke". Her first love. Her first everything.

He disappeared the summer after graduation, leaving only unanswered calls and a goodbye she never got. Now he's back in town, running a moody, magnetic blues lounge with his twin brother, playing late into the humid Southern nights like he’s pouring his soul out just for her.

Annie wants to hate him. She wants to forget the way he made her feel. But one look from those stormy eyes, and she’s seventeen again. Burning, aching, and lost in the man he’s become.

He left without a word. But now? He wants to finish the story they never got to end.

Characters: Annie x Elijah " Smoke" Moore (Modern AU)

Themes: Angst, Fluff, Mention of Abuse, Vulgar Language, Sexual content & more...

Chapters: PART (2)

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Annie guided the rental car slowly down the winding gravel road, watching as the wild, familiar landscape unfolded around her like an old love letter—creased at the corners, worn with time, but still humming with truth. After years of Chicago’s sharp wind and steel-gray skies, Mississippi felt like a fever dream she’d been trying to forget.

She rolled the window down. The air was thick with magnolia, turned soil, and the faintest burn of distant woodsmoke. Summer here always carried the weight of something sacred and forgotten. Cicadas buzzed a low lullaby through the trees, and Spanish moss hung like secrets from the branches.

The past was stitched into everything. The way the breeze moved through the fields, the angle of the sunlight as it dipped behind the old church steeple in the distance. This place didn’t change. It waited.

Her mother’s house stood stubbornly on the edge of the fields. Its porch sagging, paint peeling, the garden unruly and overgrown. Honeysuckle and jasmine curled up the columns like offerings, scenting the air with wild sweetness.

And just beyond the clothesline and the crooked birdbath sat the old greenhouse—her grandmother’s pride, her mother’s joy, and Annie’s first taste of magic. Once, it had been a wonderland of heirloom tomatoes, hot peppers, and lemon verbena, the windows fogged with life and labor. Now, it was a glass skeleton swallowed by ivy and time. One panel was cracked, another missing, and vines crept through the seams like nature reclaiming what was hers.

Even in its ruin, it stood like a memory refusing to be forgotten.

She hadn’t been home in nearly nine years.

Annie stepped out of the car, adjusting her wrap blouse and brushing the travel from her thighs. She was tall, solid, striking—a woman who took up space with quiet grace. Her brown skin glistened in the heat, and her dark curls, loosened by the humidity, tumbled freely around her shoulders.

The screen door creaked open.

“Annie?”

Her mother’s voice carried out like a memory. She stood in the doorway, frail but radiant in her own way—wrapped in a floral housecoat and a pink scarf tied neatly at her nape.

Annie swallowed the sudden emotion rising in her chest. “Hey, Mama.”

They held each other on the porch for a long moment, their bodies pressed together in the kind of embrace that says everything words can’t. Her mother smelled like lavender, cooking oil, and love.

“You smell like city,” her mother murmured, pulling back with a soft smile. “But your heart still beats Delta.”

Annie laughed, eyes misty. “Something like that.”

Inside, the house hadn’t changed. The wood floors creaked the same way, the photos on the walls—sun-faded and reverent—watched her pass like quiet witnesses. A fan turned lazily in the corner, and gospel music played faintly from the old radio.

Her mother moved slower now. “I’m fixin’ your favorite tonight,” she said, reaching into the fridge with a frown. “But I forgot the buttermilk. You mind runnin’ into town?”

“Of course not Mama.”

Her mother smiled. “I want this meal to welcome you proper. Cornbread and catfish, greens and all.”

She lingered, her eyes drifting through the kitchen window toward the back of the property. Beyond the tangle of overgrown grass and wilting wildflowers stood the greenhouse—leaning slightly now, but still there. Stubborn. Waiting.

She stepped out onto the porch, the boards groaning under her weight. Heat shimmered across the yard. And with it came the pull of memory.

She remembered the way the crickets hushed as they crept through the backyard, their bodies close, movements careful, the house behind them dark and still. Her parents were fast asleep, the old box fan in their window humming loud enough to cover the sound of the creaking porch.

“Elijah,” she had whispered, pausing in the dew-kissed grass.

“You sure they won’t wake up?” he whispered back.

Annie turned, grinning, barefoot. “Not unless you knock over Mama’s canning jars again.”

“I was thirteen,” he muttered, mock offended.

“You were clumsy.”

“You were bossy.”

She rolled her eyes, and he followed her like he always did.

The greenhouse door had groaned on its hinges when she pulled it open. Inside, the air turned warm and wet, filled with the sharp green scent of tomato vines and damp soil. Moonlight spilled through the foggy panels, casting a ghostly glow across the rows of plants. The place was overgrown, wild with summer—grapevines tangled overhead, basil thick at their ankles.

“Feels like a jungle,” he murmured.

“It is,” she’d said, tugging him deeper inside. “A jungle we built.”

They had spent whole summers in that greenhouse, helping her grandmother weed and plant, falling asleep on burlap sacks, eating strawberries straight from the vine. It had been their hideout. Their secret. Their sanctuary.

Annie had sat down on an overturned crate, the hem of her nightgown catching on a nail. Elijah sat beside her, knees touching. Close—too close. His scent mingled with the smell of night: soap, soil, and something citrus just beneath it.

“I still think about that day,” he’d said, voice low. “When you kissed me in here.”

Her breath caught. She had been fifteen. He, just a few months older. It was midsummer, sticky, and loud with cicadas. She had leaned in, sunburned and barefoot, pressing her mouth to his before either of them really knew how to do it. He tasted like watermelon and nerves.

They had laughed. And kissed again.

“I remember,” she whispered now, alone in the yard.

The greenhouse stood still, a skeleton of memory wrapped in ivy. Annie swallowed thickly, fingers brushing the wooden frame. She didn’t open the door. Some things were too sacred—or too dangerous—to disturb just yet.

With one last look, she turned back toward the car. The keys jingled in her hand. She had buttermilk to buy. And no idea that Bo Chow’s Market held more than groceries. It held the beginning of everything she thought she’d left behind.

Bo Chow’s smelled like hot grease, bleach, and forgotten secrets. The kind of scent that clung to linoleum floors and lived in the cracks of old ceiling tiles. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a yellowish tint over jars of pickled okra, canned peaches, and family-sized boxes of instant grits. The air was cool, but not fresh—more like recycled and reheated across decades.

Annie pushed open the front door, greeted by the metallic chime of a bell that rang like an old church warning. She stepped inside and was instantly swallowed by the hush of small-town routine. A red plastic basket swung from her arm as she walked, heels clicking softly across tile floors worn smooth by generations of tired feet.

She moved quickly, head down, aiming for the dairy case.

Milk. Eggs. Out.

She didn’t want to linger. Not here. Not now.

But then she heard it.

That voice.

Low. Warm. Smooth like molasses poured over whiskey.“Bo, you barely can handle this place since Grace went to visit her people. She only been gone three days.”

Annie stopped mid-step. The chill from the freezer case crawled up her spine and wrapped around her neck like cold hands.

Every muscle in her body tensed.

Elijah.

Smoke.

Time folded in on itself. Her fingers gripped the basket like it was an anchor. Her breath caught in her throat—shallow, sharp, and instinctive.

She didn’t need to see him to know it was him.

The way he dragged out vowels like he had all the time in the world. That same sleepy southern rhythm that used to whisper down her skin at midnight.

She ducked into the cereal aisle, heart hammering. A box of Honey Smacks nearly toppled from the shelf as she backed up too fast.

And slammed into someone.

“Damn! Girl, you always been clumsy.”

Annie spun around. “Pearline?”

Pearline stood there with one hand on her hip and the other gripping a can of green beans, her face a perfect mix of amusement and mild judgment. “I knew I was gon’ run into somebody today, but I ain’t think it’d be you.”

“I—I'm sorry, I just—”

Pearline leaned in, eyes narrowing playfully. “Don’t even bother lyin’. You heard him, didn’t you?”

Annie nodded, barely breathing. “Yeah.”

“Well, sugar, you too late now. Look.”

Pearline tilted her chin toward the counter.

Annie followed her gaze—and the breath left her lungs.

Elijah stood at the register, framed by the buzz of the lights above and the dusty glass doors behind him. He looked older. Sharper. Not the boy who used to sneak through her bedroom window smelling like night rain and bourbon. No, this was a man now. Solid. Weathered. Still dangerous.

He wore a black tee that clung to his chest and forearms like a second skin. Faded jeans hung low on his hips, and his boots were scuffed and worn, like they’d seen too many miles of regret. His dark brown skin caught the fluorescent glare, highlighting the strength in his jawline, the fullness of his beard. That mustache he used to trim with a razor’s edge was thicker now—more defiant.

But it was the eyes that undid her.

Still deep. Still unreadable. Still pulling at something under her ribs.

Her skin flushed under the weight of his stare. The blouse she wore suddenly felt too thin, her denim skirt too snug. She was exposed. Unraveled. Every part of her remembered him. And she could feel it—he remembered too.

She whispered, “Elijah.”

Her voice cracked like old wood.

His eyes softened for a breath. “Annie.”

Her name sounded different in his mouth. Like something sacred. Or maybe something buried.

She didn’t move toward him. Didn’t dare. The floor between them was heavy with everything they never said.

Then the front door blew open with a gust of hot Delta wind.

“There he is!” Stack burst in like a Sunday sermon—loud, smiling, and just a little too proud. “Come on, man, liquor drop comin’ in hot!”

He stopped dead when he saw her. His grin widened.

“Well hot damn. Look what the Delta blew in.”

Annie was bracing herself when his arms swept her up into a quick hug. “Stack,” she murmured, a half-laugh catching in her throat. The kind that masked the shake in her hands.

“You look like a cool drink on a hard day,” Stack said, eyes twinkling. “Where you been hidin’ that smile?”

“Trying to stay outta trouble.”

“Well, you came to the wrong place for that, baby girl.”

Her eyes flicked past him, to Elijah. Still watching. Still quiet.

Still burning.

“You oughta come by the lounge tonight,” Stack said, still holding her hand. “Me and Smoke got The Cypress lookin’ right. New lights, cold drinks, and our cousin Sammie singin’ like he just got kissed by God himself.”

“Lil Sammie sings now?”

“Sure do. Boy done grew outta his onesie and into a voice that’ll make your knees buckle.”

Pearline laughed behind her. “He ain’t lyin’. That boy good.”

“You should come see,” Stack said, brushing a thumb gently across Annie’s wrist. “Come for the music. Or the hush puppies. Or… you know—unfinished business.”

Annie stiffened. Her gaze flicked to Elijah. He didn’t look away.

“I promised my mama dinner tonight,” she said finally, her voice cool again. Measured. “Can’t break a promise.”

The air between her and Elijah changed.

Thickened.

His jaw ticked once. Hands slid into his pockets like he was holding himself back.

“Then we’ll let you be,” Stacks said, throwing a look at his brother. “We don’t want Mama Jean mad at us.”

Elijah nodded slowly. “Good to see you, Annie.”But the way he said it wasn’t polite. It was personal. Intimate. Like he meant it all the way down.

She held his gaze. “You too.”

And then they were gone.The bell over the door jingled once, then nothing.

Silence wrapped around her again, pressing heavy on her chest.

Pearline stepped close, resting a hand on her elbow. “You okay?”

“Hell no.”

Annie’s eyes lingered on the door like it might open again. Maybe it wasn’t too late for all the things they never said, but was Annie ready to unpack her resentment.

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A Little Loving

Elijah Moore “Smoke” x Annie x Black Plus Size Reader

Summary : The two of them have you wrapped right around their finger and vice versa.

Warning: Violence, mentions of assault, smut. Reader goes by the nick name lady bug, that’s it.

A/N - I know i’m supposed to be working on the ldpdl series but i’m obsessed with Sinners right now and i NEED to scratch that itch.

Word count: 2k

"Give me my apples back!" You tugged on the basket fighting as hard as you could, struggling with the two thieves.

You let it go quickly, freezing as a man approached clad in a grey suit that was clearly crafted from expensive cloth, blue fedora atop of his head, slightly shielding his eyes.

He held his gun up to the back of one of their heads, cocking it and placing his finger on the trigger.

"Gone head and pick em up, nice and slow." The man spoke, voice a low rumble sending heat straight through your chest.

"Smoke just relax man we was only playing with her, just messing round you know." The other guy held his hands up pleading for mercy.

The man who you now know as Smoke quickly aimed his gun at the guy's knee and fired, bullet piercing skin instantly, gliding through his limb like butter.

"Go on boy or this next one going right in yo back!" Smoke positioned his gun back towards the guy that stood before him.

The man crouched down slowly, picking up the fruit one by one and placing it in the basket.

He handed it to you with shaky hands.

"Now apologize to the lady." Smoke titled his head, eyes meeting yours for a moment.

You felt yourself shiver under his gaze, cold, hard. It wasn't directed towards you, but you couldn't help but feel intimated.

"I'm sorry ma'am i'm so so sorry." The man's lip quivered, shaky hands grabbing onto yours.

He toppled over in pain as Smoke fired another bullet, this one shooting through the man's back as he promised.

He grabbed onto your ankles and you quickly shook him off , gathering your basket.

You looked up at Smoke once more smiling faintly attempting to show your gratitude.

"Thank you sir." You nodded at him before scurrying off.

His eyes followed you as you went, watching as your dressed swayed in the wind.

He didn't even get your name.

To his surprise it wouldn't be long until he saw you again, just a few minutes later as he drove past the cotton fields, watching you stroll through them munching on one of those apples, wide hips switching rhythmically as you walked.

He beeped his horn once, twice catching your attention.

"You need a ride ma'am?" He shouted so you could hear him.

You walked closer, approaching the passenger door.

"I appreciate the offer mister but you've gone through enough trouble for me today, i couldn't ask you to do that." You smiled gratefully.

"You didn't ask, i offered, get in." He insisted.

You were a bit taken aback by his boldness but you obliged nonetheless, hopping into the car placing your basket in your lap.

"Where you headed little one?" He questioned glancing over at you then back at the road.

"Keep going straight i'll let ya know when to turn... and I ain't little, i'm a grown woman." You mumbled taking another bite from your apple.

"Would you rather I call you big one?" He eyed you, deadpan expression on his face.

"If you gone be rude just gone head and let me out and i'll walk my big ass the rest of the way." You spat narrowing your eyes at him.

His brows shot up in surprise, mouth snapping shut.

He frowned slightly now realizing how it could have made you feel seeing as you were a bigger woman.

"Sorry i didn't mean no harm miss, didn't mean it in that way i guess that was just my attempt at a joke. I'm not the best with words you'll have to excuse me." He shot you an apologetic look.

You studied him for a moment before nodding.

"I suppose it's alright, turn here." You pointed left.

He parked in your driveway, shutting the car off and turning toward you.

"I never got your name." He eyed you curiously.

"You don't need to know my name." You shrugged hopping out and heading toward your front door.

"But you know mine." He called after you, eyes trailing your figure as you walked, under a slight spell as he surveyed your backside.

"I didn't ask for it." You turned, playful smile on your face.

"Oh it's like that?" Smoke smirked biting his lip.

"Bye mister, thanks for the ride." You laughed to yourself bouncing up the steps.

He shook his head sighing, grin creeping up on his face.

You sighed heavily, dusting your flour coated hands off on your dress, smiling pridefully at the basket full of apple turnovers.

Annie was gonna love them, she loved all your treats.

It was the least you could do after she saved your life, if it wasn’t for her hoodoo you wouldn’t be still standing.

You covered the pastries with a cloth, closing your door softly and making your way to her little shack.

Once you arrived and approached her door you knocked, knuckles wrapping on the wood gently.

“Annie?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

She was usually home by this time.

You jiggled the door knob suprised to find the door unlocked.

You dropped the basket in shock, witnessing Annie bent over the table, Smoke rutting into her from behind.

They both stopped abruptly, quickly readjusting themselves and their clothes.

“I’m sorry, i’ll be on my way now!” You dashed down the steps and back the way you came from, face heating up as images of their love making flashed through your mind.

“Ladybug wait!” Annie called after you, rushing to catch up with you.

You stopped turning to face her.

“Sorry bout that i wasn’t expecting no visitors.” She gulped nervously avoiding your eyes in shame.

“That’s alright Miss Annie, i shouldn’t be barging in like that no way. I’ll get out ya hair now.” You half smiled turning to make your way back home.

“Oh come on now you ain’t come all this way for nothing. What is it?” She grabbed your arm making you face her once more.

“I wanted to thank you… if it wasn’t for this magic of yours” You pulled the small baggie from beneath your dress.

“I wouldn’t be standing here right now.” You grinned.

She couldn’t help but smile too.

“That man right there also saved me from a good beating today, i owe you one mister.” You nodded towards him.

“No need to thank me, i was just doing what any man with a heart would.” He stepped toward you, holding your basket of goodies.

“You made these?” He asked removing the cloth from overtop.

“Yeah, they my mama’s recipe.” You watched curiously as he picked up one of the turnovers and stuffed it into his mouth.

His eyes widened, gazing over at Annie in shock.

She just smirked, nodding her head.

“Ladybug was it? Girl these are damn good.” He spoke through a mouthful.

“Thank ya sir.” You smiled shyly at the praise.

“Say you looking for work?”

You approached the small joint, a few folks bustling in and out carrying boxes.

You stepped inside met with the smell of catfish frying.

“Can I help you?” Stack who you thought was Smoke approach you.

“Uhh Smoke it’s me Ladybug… you told me to meet you here?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“I ain’t Smoke baby we just look alike, what’s yo name sweet thang?” He got too close for comfort, breath fanning over your face.

“Leave her ‘lone Stack.” Smoke snarled pushing the man back slightly.

“I ain’t mean no harm Smoke lighten up!” Stack grinned wickedly.

“That’s my twin brother, sorry bout that. You can set up over there with Annie.” He pointed towards a small bar.

People started swarming in quickly as the sun began to set.

You watched envious as they fell into a rhythm on the dance floor, the swanging music almost hypnotizing them.

You loved to danced, just never had the time to, never had the freedom to.

Annie took notice of your stares, eyes following your gaze.

“Go on out there, i’ll hold it down over here.” She nudged you with her hip.

“You sure?” You looked at her with uncertainty.

“Yeah gone head girl.” She smiled as you bubbled with excitement.

“Thank you Annie.” You planted a wet kiss on her cheek before rushing off to dance with the others.

You quickly fell into sync with the music, hips swirling around in a tantalizing motion, attracting the attention of onlookers.

Smoke watched from the balcony overhead, lip tucked between his teeth as your ass jiggled beneath your loose dress, your hips swinging in circles.

He glanced over at Annie who was already looking up at him, the same hot and heavy demeanor washing over her.

Every so often you stopped to rest, to have a drink. One turned to two, two turned to four and before you knew it you were drunk, still dancing, hips swinging.

A man came up behind you, coping a feel, pressing himself up against you.

You immediately elbowed him, sending him toppling over.

“Don’t you ever put yo fucking hands on me!” You screamed kicking him in the nuts.

Smoke snatched him up by his collar, throwing him at his goons.

“Get that nigga the fuck up outta here!” He roared.

They all nodded dragging him out the back door but not before teaching him a lesson.

“You ight?” Smoke’s eyes trailed you, surveying you for any injuries.

“I’m good.” You nodded.

“You sure?” Annie questioned from behind you, taking ahold of your arm.

“Yeah i’m alright.” You leaned into her touch, slightly wobbly on your feet.

“Mind if we dance with you?” She asked lips ghosting over your ear.

You felt a shiver go up your spine.

You quickly nodded in agreement and they wasted no time pressing themselves up against you, Annie at your front, Smoke at your back.

Smoke wrapped his hands around your thick waist, strong and secure, pressing himself up against you and beginning to sway while Annie draped her arms around your neck swaying as well.

You glanced around nervously as people began to stare, gawking at the three of you.

“Don’t worry bout them, focus on us yeah?” Annie grabbed ahold of your chin, turning your head back towards her.

You nodded and began to relax in their hold, swaying sensually to the music.

Eventually they lured you to the storage closet, hands roaming your body.

Smoke captured your lips in a hungry kiss, rough hands gripping at the fat of your thighs, hiking up your dress.

Annie nipped at your neck, kneading your ass with her gentle hands, eliciting a chorus of moans from you.

Smoke broke your kiss, kneeling down, pulling your panties off, parting your legs.

“Wait, wait, i don’t know bout all this y’all hold on a minute.” You shook yourself from your daze, trapping Smoke’s head between your thighs to stop his pursuit of your sex.

“Just relax baby, let yourself get lost in the pleasure. We gone take real good care of you.” Annie whispered nibbling your ear, hands sliding into your bra, fingers pinching your nipples causing you to let out a breathy moan.

Smoke gripped your thighs parting your legs again and began eating you out like a man starved, licking and sucking at an animalistic pace.

You were sure the whole club could hear your screams, body shaking as he continued his ministrations, no signs of letting up.

Annie caught your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss effectively silencing you, if you screamed any louder she was sure somebody would assume they were killing ya ass back there.

You came quickly, eyes widening manically, mouth hung open, you swore you could see stars.

You body shook rapidly and Annie gripped your plush middle tightly, preventing you from falling.

Smoke stood again, hooded eyes locking onto yours, face soaked in your essence.

“You wanna try some baby?” He glanced over at Annie.

“I’d love too.” She smirked.

“Lord y’all two gone be the death of me.” You sighed heavily.

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yup!!

❝ distractions. ❞  ‎ annie x smoke

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… semi public sex, canon relationship, vaginal fingering, handjobs, porn without plot, bathroom sex.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… where things get a little handsy between smoke and annie and they sneak off to release the build up tension.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… this is just a short porn without plot drabble that i decided to write / post because i missed my babies! 🥺 i’ll probably write something with actual plot soon though lol. (slightly unedited!!)

it’s a push of them bursting through the bathroom door, their wet mouths never retracting through the maneuver as stack lead them into the room. annie’s mouth was swollen and raw from his needy kisses, lungs burned as they pleaded for her to momentarily part for air, knees buckled beneath her with every caress of his nimble fingers against her soft skin. she whimpers, feeling the sting of smoke’s teeth biting into her lower lip, then the wetness of his tongue soothing over it.

“baby,” she murmurs, dazed and impatient; feeling every crevice of her body ache with an indescribable want for him. smoke’s greedy hands are already sliding up her thighs and clumsily reaching for her arousal soaked underwear.

coldness sticks against her thighs as a string of her slick slides from her cunt. smoke hurriedly pulls down the garments and slides them down her thighs.

“we only got about ten minutes before someone comes looking for us,” she murmurs between soft gasps, feeling herself being hefted onto the sink’s counter in smoke’s deft maneuver. her ass sits bare against the cold surface causing her to shiver.

“i can make you cum in less time than that,” smoke boasts, tugging her towards the edge so that he’s able to allot himself between her thighs. he kisses her lips, teasingly sliding his tongue between hers as he unzipped his pants. “fuck!” he groans in soft frustration, momentarily pulling away from the kiss so he could tug at his zipper that had somehow got caught between the fabric. it’s a brief hassle but then he’s pulling it down and shimmying his boxers over his hips so that he’s able to pull his dick out.

he’s already hard and leaking from the flushed tip, curling against his thigh. he leans forward and kisses her again, swallowing down her moans. “shh, baby. unless you want someone walkin’ in on us,” he reprimands, though to no avail because the moment he reaches between them and grabs ahold of his dick — sliding the tip along the slickness of her folds, he groans gutturally. the loud noise catches in the back of his throat.

she flutters at the barest of contact, whimpering as she pleaded for more. “smoke!” he nods feeling his throat click as he adjusted himself and slowly began to nudge himself inside of her. her eyes flutter, mouth hangs open at the delicious friction that floods through her body. smoke’s dick stretches her; sliding through her slickness and penetrating through her sensitive walls until he’s seated at the hilt. he groans through his penetrative stretch, feeling the tightness of her pulling around his dick.

“fuck,” he murmurs. he slides a hand beneath her thighs, tucking her knees up until they’re nearly at her chest. smoke’s dick twitches as he looked down and saw the lewd sight of his dick shoved inside of annie’s swollen pussy.

the visuals of her slick coating his dick alone was enough to make him cum. he shifts the angle a bit so that he’s nudged even deeper, curled so far past her cervix that she feels him in her belly. annie mewls as her fingers curl around the edges of the counter for leverage.

“oh, fuck.” her body shivers in pleasure, overwhelmed at his intrusion. smoke presses a kiss against her shoulder, the saltiness of sweat sticking against her skin sits on his tongue. he holds her by her thighs, keeping her in her arched position. then, in one slow stroke he’s rolling his hips and withdrawing from inside of her, diligent and deft in his movements.

both of them groan at the feeling of his dick brushing against her walls.

annie’s head falls back, knocking against the fogging mirror. her pussy clenches at the loss of contact and greedily suctions him back inside of her before he’s even halfway out. smoke’s hands tremble and he has to tighten his grip on her thighs to keep the momentum going. “you feel so fuckin’ good, baby. i was thinkin’ about you all day. couldn’t wait to get you alone to do this,” he rambles, rolling his hips and thrusting inside of her as he feels her pussy swallowing every inch of his cock.

it was nearly torturous for smoke having to sit there throughout the entire evening; watching his wife walk around in her little black dress and not being able to touch her. he’d attempted to brush his hand between her thighs at the table, but she’d only given him a scolding look and mouthed “behave” that had petulantly him pulling away.

it wasn’t until they were out on the dance floor with her grinding against his erection, that she’d whispered “bathroom, now!” that he was eagerly succumbing to her ask and following her down the corridor to the empty bathroom.

annie levitates off of the counter just enough so that her hips are meeting his thrust-for-thrust. her mind feels dizzy at the stimulation; at the feeling of his dick brushing against her clit with every slow grind of his hips. “elijah!” she whimpers, hand shakily reaching down to grab ahold of his neck. she pulls him up for a kiss, moaning softly in his mouth. “right there!” she encourages, feeling her toes curl against her heels.

he thrusts his hips and lingers against her to where the tip of him is nudged against her clit. he hits against it with the same precision, feeling the soft quivers of annie’s body opening around him. “yeah, like that?” he grunts, sliding a hand between them as his fingers gathered some of her slick and used it to rub through her vulva.

she nods, blinking through the tears as she felt her legs and thighs burn at the angle he’s got her seated in. but the pleasure was too good for her to care. “just like that.”

“you gonna cum for me, baby?” she feels her thighs squeeze at the onslaught of his thick fingers and even thicker dick penetrating her pussy. the lewd noises ricocheting in the room of his balls slapping against her ass and his cock sliding through her wetness sends annie over the edge.

“i’m s-so close,”

smoke grabbed her by the ass and hastened his efforts, fucking into her hard and fast that she bounced against him with every thrust. she squeezes and clenches, working closer towards her release. smoke presses his hand against her stomach where he feels himself curled against her. “you take me so good.” he grunts, feeling his dick twitch when his palm glides over the tip. “come on, annie. cum for me, baby. i need to feel it,” he whispers shakily, already feeling himself edging towards his own orgasm.

he leisurely slides his dick into her again, fondling her clit with his tip as she cries through her release. her back bows, fingers fall limply to her side as the pleasure spreads through her. smoke continued to fuck himself inside of her as he feels a tug in his stomach. annie rolls her hips, still teasing him through her release.

“cum inside of me,” she avers and smoke groans, nodding against her shoulder as his hips stutter and body tensed as he cums. his breath’s hot against her skin as she holds him through it. warmth slicks between annie’s thighs mixing with her own.

“damn woman, how do you manage to get tighter every time we have sex?” he shivers, hearing annie’s soft giggles reverberate in his ears.

he lowers her legs to her sides, watching as some of his cum slid down her legs. he slides his thumb over her pussy and spreads her folds, pushing the cum back inside of her. her giggles subside and she’s moaning softly again. she rolls her hips against the callousness of his finger, that seemingly added more pleasure to the stimulation.

“gotta make sure it doesn’t go to waste.” he murmurs, pressing another kiss against her lips. “that feel good?” he asks, voice gruff as he watched her. she nods, fluttering her eyes close again. she cums for the second time, feeling the pressure coiling tightly in her stomach. she opens her eyes and looks at him with a soft smile.

“you’re such a bad influence.”

smoke gapes a playful look of offense, “me? you’re the one that pulled me into the bathroom.”

“that’s because you were pressing your dick against my ass while we were dancing!” she reprimands, watching as a smug look curled on his face.

“it’s not my fault that my body has a mind of its own when it comes to you.” he shrugs, smiling as he leaned in for another kiss. annie melts into the embrace, tasting the saltiness of his lips. she slides her hands over his shoulders and down his chest; lowering them until she reaches his erected dick.

he shivers when he feels her soft hands brush against his engorged flesh. this time it’s her that’s smirking smugly, amused by his visceral reaction to her touch. she moans softly as she slid her pussy over his cock; grinding against him from base to tip. his dick lurches against her palm as he groaned through clenched teeth. he leans towards her again, breath rugged and heavy. “annie.”

she slides down onto him in a slow stretch, rolling herself up to him to catch him at her entrance. “fuckin’ hell!” he knows he won’t last as long as before, he can already feel the pressure aiming directly towards his tip, but he sure as hell was gonna make sure he milked her of another one before he came.

annie slides and grinds against him, messily coating his cock with her slick. and somehow she gets even wetter as she chases her third orgasm of the night. he bites at her ear lobe and slides his teeth over her neck. “you’re amazin’, you know that? i love you so fuckin’—shit.” his hips stutter when she arches up into him.

“i love you, too.” she whispers, biting on her lip. she cums again, feeling her body go lax at her release. smoke curses through his grunts, stuffing his white fluids inside of her swollen pussy again. he slumps over her shoulder with his breathing sounded more rugged than before. she squeezes her legs around his waist, keeping his dick buried inside of her.

“annie,” smoke laments, shaking from overstimulation when he feels her teasing slow circles against his dick again. “you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me,” she smiles, pressing soft kisses against his cheeks before slowly pulling him out. he sighs deeply as his flaccid dick hangs loosely over the band of his boxers.

“come on, we should hurry up and get back. i know mary and stack are probably wondering where we are,” she slides off of the counter with shaky legs, reaching down to grab her discarded underwear. smoke tucks himself back into his pants and ran a hand over his hair.

“you think anyone will notice what we came in here to do?”

“i don’t give a damn if they did.” smoke shrugs, grabbing her by the waist as he pulled her in for another kiss. “i was makin’ love to my woman.”

she rolls her eyes fondly at him, smiling in a soft adoration. she pecks his lips before reaching for his hand, intertwining their fingers. “come on.” she says, pulling the door open as they make their way out into the hallway again.

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I just need more! Plus I got writers block so bad with all these damn ideas in my head 😭 Annie x Smoke the only shit i wanna read!!

Annie x Smoke fics might just be my favorite!

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When Delta Slim was struggling to keep the garlic down and Annie ran behind Smoke 🥹 y’all I’m so tender about them

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UGH, she's just so pretty. YOU HAVE TO STAN.

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My queen 😍😍

Had to make my girl an edit because the lack of her edits is disheartening

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yall..

im about to be dropping a lot more!! i got my tumblr on my tablet🫡

im talmboutttttt onnattttt😬