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deltawrites · 8 days ago

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𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘 ㅤꨄ︎

Prompt: Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service, Receiving Gifts, Quality Time, and Physical Touch. These represent different ways people prefer to express and receive love

TW: second-person pronouns (gender neutral)

A/N: First time writing for Touchstarved! Lemme know how I do besties✌️

AIS - acts of service & quality time

Ais is someone who unexpectedly wears his heart on his sleeves. He’s very in tune with his emotions and is not afraid to let them show, even when it comes to matters of love and affection.

If he loves you, he will show you. Whether it’s a more obvious act such as protecting you from the random, heated drunkard or a voracious soulless, he isn’t afraid to put his life on the line in order to keep you safe if you've managed to win his heart. Your safety is now one of his top priorities, if not the top priority of his.

His less bloody acts actually makes him come across as quite the gentleman, and were likely the first signs that Ais may have a thing for you. Holding open doors. Pulling out a seat for you. Brewing you fresh tea during your odd visits to the Seaspring.

His acts of service are intended to lead to quality time together.

Granted, his pets will often appear during your times together with him, but who can say no to spending time with Princess??? She’s a darling!

His pets soon become yours. If he is ever busy or unable to be by your sides, expect them to take his place in the meantime.

Expect him to outright carry you places later down the line. Doesn't matter your build, he’s strong enough to accommodate any weight!

VERE - gift giving & quality time

Vere isn’t ashamed to like the materialistic things in life. His tastes can run expensive and exotic, but why settle for anything less than the best?

However, if he is truly interested in you, expect to be on the receiving end and not the giver.

His mindset is that of showering the one who captivates him with the finest there is, cementing the idea to the object of his affections that to love him and him alone is to never be without.

Silken cloth, precious metals and gemstones, and the finest of cuisines. He loves you enough that the thought of you having anything but the best causes him worry.

Yes, Vere enjoys the finer things in life, even more so if he can share the joy of all that he has given you, together.

Don’t expect him to let you be after he gives you a set of curated hair oils and skincare serums. Oh no, he intends to show you how good they truly are and how exactly to use them!

Better yet, may as well make it a whole evening together! There’s also all those outfits he got you and he simply must make sure they fit you as intended, or he’ll have the tailor's head.

MHIN - acts of service & physical touch

Mhin is actually fond of physical intimacy, but their curse has made them a bit hesitant to pursue it out of fear of harming others, especially you, when it decides to take hold of their body without warning.

When Mhin cares for someone, they may forgo their initial concerns with a bit of reassurance. While cautious as always given the risks, even they can get swept up in the comfort of a warm hug or the comforting grip of your bandaged hand in theirs.

Most definitely, they are the type of person to press their forehead against your own, especially after a more tense situation occurs and they need to ensure that you are still here with them, safe and breathing.

When it's cold, they will scold you for not wearing weather appropriate clothing while also shrugging off their own cloak and bundling you up.

Ran into a steep incline and struggling to climb up? They may not look the strongest, but you’ll be surprised at the strength Mhin can muster in order to help you out.

If you are ever low on funds or worried about securing your next meal, you needn’t anymore. On top of feeding the various street cats in Lowtown, Mhin will take up an extra job or two to ensure you’re taken care of and never without a full belly.

Give them a kiss before their nightly patrols and you most definitely will be rewarded with them blushing profusely.

LEANDER - physical touch & words of affirmation

Unlike Mhin, Leander is not at all hesitant about showing physical intimacy from the get go. You may even suspect he enjoys putting on a bit of a display in front of others. Especially in front of others.

In a way, his very open and handsy approach have marked you as off limits to nearly everyone in Lowtown. The only ones who would dare to make a move on you are either bold, stupid, or a blatant rival looking to stir up tensions.

From the moment you two met in the Wet Wick, he has always been smooth and purposeful with his words. It’s almost as if he can read your very soul. There are times you needn’t utter a word of complaint to him. Leander knows exactly when to give you comfort and how.

While he enjoys displaying his physical love for you to more watchful eyes, you’ll find that his carefully crafted words are reserved for you and you alone.

Those moments may be the only time where you witness him let down his walls a bit. Leander most certainly puts nothing but his best foot forward with his clients and the other Adderstones. Only someone who has truly gained his trust and stuck by him despite his well hidden shortcomings and secrets will ever witness such vulnerability.

If you have truly cemented yourself into his heart then congratulations, expect a ring and a heartfelt proposal within the next year. You will also gain some authority over his gang after exchanging vows.

He has an entire list of compliments and little nicknames he uses with various people in order to maintain his foothold within the lower districts of Eridia. They're superficial and corny at first, but as your relationship progresses they start to take on a much more impactful tone when he uses them on you.

His favorites: Beautiful, Sweetheart, Love, My dear, My flower, My rose, My soul.

KURAS - quality time and physical touch

One of the telltale signs that Kuras had a genuine interest in you beyond that of a patient is when he began to pet you on the head after your, now routinely, checkups at his clinic.

His ministries didn’t stop there. In a way, he was testing to see how far he could go before you would catch on. A simple head rub eventually turned into a bold but chaste kiss to the back of your bandaged hand, which in turn navigated its way to pressing his lips against your temple.

Honestly, it got to a point where the man himself had to stop and consider whether or not he was abusing his authority as your doctor when you seemingly didn’t respond to his signals like he expected you to. This isn’t his first time initiating the chase after all, so why wasn’t it working like before?

Kuras decided it best to take his affections outside of the clinic, which was most likely the cause for confusion given it is his place of business. Although he has no reason to eat, the same cannot be said about you. Expect frequent invites to small bakeries, cafes, and local street vendors some of which you question if you can afford without his generously offered coin.

If he takes you out eating then he will feed you small bites, although it begins to happen too much. It’s cute at first and he assures himself that this will surely win your heart when he sees how happy and fulfilled you look, but then you mentioned how parental his care feels one evening and he almost recoils his hand away out of shock.

It’ll be a cute little moment to look back upon in the future, but in that moment he was truly at a loss for words and embarrassed for giving the wrong signals. This may be the one time you see him get flustered and trip over his own words. It’s rather cute!

He enjoys leisurely strolls by the river ways and will invite you if you indicate having some free time. Whether you two are engaged in deep conversation the entire time or simply wish to enjoy your walk in a comfortable silence, he can adjust to either. While he prefers to frequent quieter areas he is also not avoidant of more crowded and hectic areas like the Amaryllis district. You will be in safe hands there, as everyone knows not to push their wares or their luck when he quite obviously has a gently placed hand on the low of your back as you two engage with each other in your shared bubble.

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cloveroctobers · 29 days ago

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tell your homeboy’s goodnight *trend* | sinners !

warnings: language ofc + modern times! + men being vulnerable?

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SMOKE: if you can actually get him to do it then gold stars for you! If you showed him this trend, you would have to analyze his face to see a smidge of a smirk playing on the corner of this mouth but after the video is over he’ll look you dead in the face and say, “I’m not doin’ that shit. No.” Eventually he’ll break and do it, he could blame it on the alcohol (he always handled himself well no matter how much he indulged in) but really it was to please you. You’re lounging on the couch together and the first one he calls is: Bo Chow. His wife, Grace—that you’re alright with—is actually the one to pick up the phone before relocating around their home to bring the phone to Bo.

“Smoke Moore! How y’all doin’ tonight?” Which is a typical response from his good friend.

Smoke dips his head, “Straight. Look I ain’t gonna hold you, I just wanted to call and tell you goodnight.”

The line goes quiet for a moment before Bo chuckled, “Okay…? Goodnight. You feelin’ alright?”

“What you mean?”

“I appreciate the love and everything but this ain’t like you. A simple text would have been just fine…which I know you know. You are a man of few words, which is why I’ll ask again? You feelin’ alright tonight?”

You’re snickering on the other line, shielding your face from Smoke’s glare before he answers, “I’m feelin’ grand. What? It’s a problem to wish the homies goodnight?”

“He been drinkin’?” You can hear Grace comment in the background.

Smoke sucks his teeth as Bo tries to shush the woman who vocally bites back that she won’t be silenced.

“No, it ain’t no problem. Is it a crime to check in with you?”

“Nah.” Smoke shrugs.

Bo responds, “Alright then.”

The line goes quiet for another beat until Bo throws in, “So…are you gonna head over here and tuck me in too or is that it?”

Which makes Smoke disconnect the call immediately, leaving you and Bo a hollering mess.

It took persuading but Smoke decides to call one more person: Delta Slim.

“Yellow?!” His voice picks up on a fifth ring, almost making Smoke hang up long before that.

It’s loud on the other end, making the both of you believe he’s still out living his usual night life.

Smoke clears his throat, “What’s goin’ on, unc?”

“Same shit different day. What you want, Smoke?” He calls over the music but the both of you can hear the thud and shuffle of his steps as he takes his place somewhere quieter, “You need me for OT or sum’n?”

Which makes Smoke jerk his face back.

Damn it’s like that?

Yes he was a man always about his business but was his calls always about that?

“Nah, you know your schedule well,” Smoke speaks, “I just wanted to tell you goodnight.”

There’s a pause on the other line.

“You what?” The both of you can picture Slim’s round eyes widening and dipping his head to make sure he heard you better, “I know I ain’t hear that right.”

“Yeah you did,” Smoke continues on, “It’s important to tell your people goodnight since ya know, shits never promised and all that.”

Slim hums, “That sound like some bullshit your lady put you up to.”

Funny how he always clocked you.

“Woooow.” You couldn’t help but to interrupt, making the older man laugh it up as the both of you can hear him then taking a swish from his flask.

Smoke laughs too, “These women always got us up to something huh?”

“I know that’s right.” Delta Silm agrees just as you shove Smoke’s shoulder, “I respect it though. That one got her head on right so keep her close. You on the other hand? Don’t bring that bullshit to me over the phone no more, ya hear? You got something to say to me, say it with your chest when you see me in person.”

Smoke snorts, “Heard you.”

“Alright now,” Slim says, “Y’all enjoy the rest of your night and I’ll see you at the spot next shift.”

You both bid Slim a goodnight, leaving you with a dramatic sigh as Smoke lolls his head on the couch towards you.

“Satisfied?”

You smile as you shift to place your head right in his lap, already having a good night of your own as Smoke drags his fingers along the slope of your body, bringing you to a peaceful slumber in his hold.

STACK: he’s always with the foolishness so yeah he’s down! The first person on his list is obviously his big bro, Elijah Smoke Moore.

“Yeah, stack.” Smoke answers, already sounding annoyed.

Stack snickers as he sits across from you at the dining table, “Hello to you too, man.”

Smoke’s silence is his response.

“Well hennyway…what you up to?”

“Just got in with Annie, why? What did you do?”

Smirking to yourself, you continue doom scrolling while Stack scoffs to himself.

“Nothing. I’m just calling to say I love you and goodnight.”

Smoke deeply sighs to the point you can feel it came from deep in his soul, “Aight, out wit it. Fuck did you do, Elias?”

Stack can’t help but to laugh, “So I can’t get that same energy back? Word?”

“You’re being mad weird right now, skippin’ around the questions and shit, so no you can’t.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“If I had to put you and Tony Montana in the same room, nigga I’d be rich.”

Stack points out, “You damn near already are!”

Smoke laughs a little at this, “You’re not wrong man.”

“Thank you! Give a brotha some credit.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“So sleep tight?”

“Yeah, yeah and don’t let the bullets bite and all that.” Smoke rolls his eyes although Stack is grinning, “…Love you too and if I find out you got into some shit by the morning…I’m on yo ass.”

And stack is met with the dial tone, his dark eyes flicking to yours. He shrugs as he flashes a dimpled smile your way, grills shining in the orange glazed dining room, “That wasn’t as bad as I thought. Annie must have gave him some so he wasn’t in that much of a funky ass mood.”

Which makes you toss a blueberry right at the tip of his nose.

His last suspect—or uh—call goes to Cornbread.

His voice is groggy on the other line, “You’re lucky I didn’t let your ass go to voicemail. This better be good.”

“Oh my bad, were you sleeping? At nine o’clock on a Friday? I was just calling to say goodnight, grandpa.” Stack leans his elbows onto the table, peeking over at you, knowing that he had a natural gift of pushing peoples buttons.

Cornbread doesn’t hold back, “I got a pregnant ass wife who’s nesting but also wants to travel all over the place for things we don’t really need but the baby’s got to have it. Did you know that i drove—what should have been a hour and a half drive—but took two hours with traffic outside the city going to different stores to look for some dumbass pickle chips? So yeah I’m in the bed and I don’t need no shit outta you.”

“Damn, you ain’t got to be so pissy about it.”

“Are you about to become a father?”

“Nah…but maybe you should start looking into some nursery rhymes to keep your blood pressure down or sum.”

“Alright…” Cornbread shifts in the bed, letting the phone rest in between his neck and shoulder as he clasped his hands together against his torso, “remind me next time that I see you, I’m knocking your ass out.”

Stack can’t help but to taunt, “Your big ass gon’ have to catch me first.”

“Say less.”

“Now that you’re done venting like I’m your fucken diary, are you gonna wish me sweet dreams?” Stack grins.

“I hope Freddy Krueger lights yo ass up. Tell the missus I hope she has the best of dreams and I pray for her every night having to put up with you.”

Stack knows Cornbread is hot now, “Aw thanks, love you man. It’s gonna be alright.”

His next response is actually surprising, “I know that! And I may love you too, been dealing with you long enough.”

“Give T my love.”

“That I won’t do. Nobody know what you got.”

Hold up now?! Your side eye is strong although you know of Stack’s womanizing past and how disrespectful he and cornbread could get towards one another, yet nobody ever wants to hear that as someone’s significant other.

Stack shakes his head at you directing his next words At Cornbread, “Fuck off my line.”

“Negro you called me—

“I don’t care, hang up.”

“You can’t bully me, stack. You hang up!”

You’re just about to reach over the table yourself and hang up the phone, tired of their usual bickering. Instead you just get up from the table yourself, getting on the phone with one of your girlfriends, leaving the two children men at it.

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writerbee-ffs · 2 months ago

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“Art Thou Forgiven” A Sinners Fanfic

You’d always admired your Daddy’s love for music. Sometimes you questioned if he actually loved it more than he loved you but you were sure that was your Momma’s doing. Her and Daddy were always bickering about something. Mostly because of music and how it managed to take him places that never had any room for her to be apart of. He’d tell her that the music was his escape. A place that made him happy because living in the souths of Mississippi and working for the white man wasn’t a place you wanted to stay grounded in. Just like Daddy loved his music, you loved someone equally important but just like Momma, you hated the life they chose and how it never included you…

The Mississippi Delta, 1932

The sun beamed on the back of your neck as you made your way towards the market. You silently crused yourself because why the fuck wouldn’t you grab the hat off your kitchen table before walking in the thick Mississippi heat.

You let out a slow breath as you walked inside of the Chow’s market anticipating the cool air. Grabbing basket, you nodded towards Lisa, Grace and Bo Chow’s daughter, who was working the register. She gave a half uninterested smile continuing to check customers out.

You strolled through the aisle slowly just so you could take in the crisp air a little longer. You would often hear the ‘welcome’ bell from the door ring as you walked around.

“Daaaaaaaddy?!” Bo’s daughter yelled just enough for him to come from sliding out of the back.

“What?” He questioned throwing his hand towel out of his hand.

Making your way towards the dry goods in the back section, you heard a familiar voice. “Bo Chow” Your ears perked up as your head ducked towards the lower parts of the seasoning.

“Look at what the damn cat dragged in.”

You dropped the basket making your way to the exit of the market. You didn’t want to look back because if one was in town that meant the other one wasn’t too far off.

“Lil Slim.” You’d always hated the nickname but when folks around town saw you they knew exactly who you belonged to. Thee Delta Slim. You adorned the same features from your cocoa skin, full lips to you brown sleepy eyes. “Don’t make me call you again, woman”

You halted in your tracks before turning slowing, kicking up dust in the process. You met his gazed as you sauntered towards him. “Elijah?” You let out more as a question. “I see you’re back in town”

“Elijah? Damn Lil Slim first name basis?” He looked you up and down taking another pull before flicking the blunt from his lips. You know I saw you runnin’ out that damn store like you seen a ghost or sum shit..” Rolling your eyes slightly, you moved from his eyes to his hands due to the rustling. “I bought up that lil’ basket on my way out. Call it a gift…”

“I’m just fine, Smoke.” You pursed your lips tightly together so he wouldn’t notice the lie that had left your lips. “The devil never gives gifts only favors.” You wanted to hurt his feelings so he could leave you alone like he did 7 years ago.

“Take this bag, woman.” A chord hadn’t even been struck by your words. He was use to the sass flying out your mouth. He’d grabbed your hand swiftly dropping the straps into your palm. “I’ll be seeing you, Lil Slim.”

He jumped in his truck without another word. The engine purring as he made his way down the dirt road.

“(Y/N)! I’ll be back girl. Gots to go down to the station and make a lil money before tonight’s show at the club.” He’d kissed your cheek, smelling of corn liquor, before walking out the door.

You were too hot and tired from your walk back to disagree long enough to stop him. Slim might have been making money but you only saw it in the form of a bottle turnt to his lips. You sat on the small sofa gathering yourself before making your way to the kitchen. This had become a routine on your days off from working. Making a market run, cleaning up a little and cooking something heavy for Slim to put on his stomach after a night of drinking and caring on down at the club.

You wanted more for yourself but after your Momma had passed on and the Moore men leaving, you felt the need to try to get closer to Slim because he was all you had left. Ol’ drunk and all.

You let up all the windows trying not to get the smell of catfish frying in your hair. A couple of hours ago, your best girlfriend had invited you out to this new Juke Joint earlier after hearing some dudes talking about how some other dudes got shot over trying to steal liquor from the owner. You were a little worried about going but you needed to let your hair down and have some fun.

You could hear the music as you and Pinky pulled into the lot full of cars straight towards the middle to show off her brand new gift. Pinky, also known as Priscilla, was your best friend that loved to show off the gifts that her husband bought her. Since she hated her much older husband she was always down to cut loose. Her husband knew how she got down but apparently he did the same. That was their business and you never asked too many questions but always listened when she needed to talk.

“(Y/N), don’t that sound like your daddy on that harmonica?” She smiled taking your arm to loop around hers. “Ooou it’s hot in here tah’night.”

“Well don’t y’all look like some mighty fine woman?” Another familiar voice. “How you doing, Lil Slim?” He smiled helping you after Pinky into the threshold of the club. “Delta in hea’ got these people feelin’ good.”

You smiled giving him a slight hug taking in the full atmosphere. “Doing good, Cornbread. How’s the wife?” “You in here working the door?” All he could do was nod and tell you that she was doing well before you were whisked away to the bar.

“Now what we drinking, ladies?” The bartender asked going back and forth between you and the gentleman sitting at the end.

“Whateva’ they asking fo’.” Although they were twins, you could always tell them apart. You didn’t even want to look up but you also wanted him to know he didn’t have any effect on you anymore. Neither of them did. The bartender had passed rounds of moonshine with fruits inside.

“SJ” He grinned flashing that fancy smile your way. He knew how much you hated “Lil Slim” back in the day so he’d decided to call “SJ” short for “Slim Jr”.

“Hello Elias” You grumbled “How you doing?” You asked pulling yourself from the bar after taking the drink in one gulp. You shimmied onto the dance floor with a random man. You really didn’t care how or what he was doing these days. Last you heard the SmokeStack twins had went north to cause trouble.

You kept your feet moving no matter the song. You’d even witnessed Sammie and your damn Daddy playing a couple of songs together. You noticed everything in the joint. You’d been taking mental images of the night’s festivities and how everyone seemed to be freed by their burdens. How they came in letting loose and feeling good.

“Why’d you sto-“ you turned to ask the guy you had pretty much held captive to avoid Elias from coming your way.

“Stack, this your woman?” The man was already a foot away from you surrendering you to the devil himself.

“Scary ass nigga” You spat looking up at him. “You love messing up a good thang, don’t yah?” All he did was grin at you showing a glint of gold. That sly smirk had gotten you in so much trouble in the past. “Well?” You questioned releasing the shawl that matched your dressed perfectly onto a near by chair. “You gon ask me to dance or what?”

There it was. You giving into him without him saying a word. That was how it went with you and them. Elijah was a giver while Elias loved to take.

“Damn SJ” he spun you around placing your back against his chest. “You not so lil no mo’” you felt him touching your hips adding pressure to his grip. “Seven years did you some good.”

“Hope this isn’t your attempt to get me in some back room, Stack.” He guided your hips into a slow grind. “Half of these Mississippi Delta women have their eyes on you and Smoke. Won’t you go grind on one of them”

As soon as those words left your lips, she’d approached them attempting to cut in.

“Well well…if it isn’t Little Miss Slim” Her southern drawl was laced with venom. “Not so little anymore are we” She smirked. “Maybe you should go cool down with a drink, honey. You’re looking parched”

You couldn’t understand her issue with you. You knew her and Stack would mess around every now and then but everyone knew that their relationship wasn’t serious. Never would be and never could be.

“That’s (Y/N) to you” You smiled as you slowed your hips down. Elias still behind you. “It’s a beautiful night. It’s been a few years since we’ve seen each other and here you are ready to cause drama” “I thought you white women were supposed to be classy?” You couldn’t help yourself. You didn’t hate Mary but you hated how out of character she could be around Elias or Stack as she loved to call him.

You had already understood that Mary and Stack’s relationship wasn’t serious purely based off of it being forbidden. She was a white passing dainty woman and he was a black man. This world would never accept it but that was the danger was the foundation of it. Elias was the one that had pursued you. He’d always say you were different and too damn independent for your own good. You could read him like a book and he could do the same. Neither of you ever acted on your feelings but you both knew that there was something there.

“S’cuse me?” Her face went pale as you felt Elias’ lips smiling into your neck.

“Stack, you gon let her talk to me like that?” She’d moved on to fighting with him. She knew better than to keep going on because eventually you would get tired and get physical.

“What you want me to say, woman?” He let you go but you stayed in between them. “I told you to stay the fuck away from me at that station.”

“Mmmh…” “Well make me leave then, Stack!” She muttered. They bickered completely ignoring your presence as if you’d somehow managed to become invisible in seconds.

You had had enough of their bickering before it started. You made your exit looking for Pinky so you could leave and make it home so you could make sure Slim didn’t pass out on the floor instead of his room.

“Lil Slim, you seen Stack?” Elijah asked as you were walking around the area.

“I’ll tell yah if you take me home?” You smiled attempting to make a way. “You know you can’t let your hopeless friend be stranded and walking home in these parts at night.”

His hard exterior softened but he never smiled. You could tell he was thinking it over. You knew he wouldn’t let you walk at night but after finding out the Juke Joint belonged to him and Elias, you knew he had to be here for the business.

“I’ll have Stack do it.” “Last I seen Pinky she was making her way to the back with Preacher talking about ice cream.” He shook his head a little confused as he moved towards the crowd.

“He was arguing on the dance floor with Mary last time I saw him!” You called sitting at the bar again. You knew they had probably moved on from the argument into each other pants but who were you to care. He wasn’t yours.

After arguing with Elias the whole way, you’d finally made it back to your place. Turns out him and Mary had did more than argue just like you knew they had.

“What’s on your mind?” He spoke cutting the engine looking towards you. “Thinking about us?”

You looked over at him, pulling the shawl closer to your body. “Stack, you and Mary are meant for each other. All you do is lie and cause trouble.” You were hurt and he knew. You were tired of being second to her when it came to him. You couldn’t deal with it anymore.

“Stack?” Was all he mustered up before touching your thigh. “Mary ain’t got shit on you, SJ. You know that, right?” He rubbed circles into your thigh with his finger. “Mary ain’t the one that i want to make it back home to when I’m away.”

“But Mary gives you what you want?” You’d never had sex. You wanted to save yourself for your husband. That was thing yah Momma had drilled into you. ‘Don’t no man want a ran through woman.’ A part of you hoped that would be Elias but he was too caught up in the high life and the web that Mary had spun around him to notice you and cater to your body in that way. “It’s fine, honey.” Your lips curved into a tight lipped smile. “You’ll always belong to Mary and the streets. There’s nothing wrong with it. Just don’t get hurt messing with ha’” You surrendered grabbing up your purse while you touched the handle of the door prepared to get out.

“But Mary ain’t the one who’s got my heart, (Y/N)…” He grab your thigh catching you off guard halting your movement. As you looked up at him you were met with his deep brown eyes staring at you softly before laying a kiss on your lips. “I miss you. I love you.” He mumbled against your lips. “My heart belongs to you, woman.”

You couldn’t get caught up with him. He’d left and never made things official with you. You were holding out for a miracle from the devil . And you were tired of waiting. “Mary and Smoke have your heart equally. There’s no room for me in it.” You looked down, “Take care of yourself, Elias.” You muster up taking your exit.

#writerbee #sinners ff #sinners #sinners fanfiction #michael b jordan ff #mbj ff #michael b jordan x reader #mbj x reader #smoke and stack #smoke moore #stack ff #stack moore #smokestack twins #delta slim #fanfic

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 1 year ago

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Delta!Reader having to start using scent blockers for the first time in your life because the boys will not leave you alone, constantly dragging you away to some dark corner to sniff and lap at your scent glands like you’re some irresistible thing to them (you are). But your bottle of pills mysteriously disappears not even a day later and the doctors on base all seem to start getting jumpy when you try and ask for more. And trying to get off base to get some? Well, Price and the others always seem to have a perfectly timed request to stop you. You never do manage to get your hands on more pills.

#I’m alive with Omegaverse rotting my brain #delta!reader #cod #call of duty #task force 141 #task force 141 x reader

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saintsir4n · 24 days ago

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SINNERS FACE CLAIM RECS:

BLACK ACTORS:

- Denzel Washington (70, The Great Debaters (2007))

- Giancarlo Esposito (67, Black/ Italian. The Get Down (2016))

- Cyril Nri (64, Wicked Little Liars (2023))

- Forest Whitaker (64, The Great Debaters (2007))

- Jeffrey Wright (59, boardwalk empire (2012))

- Coleman Domingo ( 55, Ma Raineys black bottom (2020) Rustin (2023))

- Chadwick Bozeman (Ma Raineys black bottom (2020))

- Mahershala Ali (51, Green Book (2018))

- Lucian Msamati (49, See how they run (2022))

- David Oyelowo (48, Small Island (2009) The Butler (2013) Selma (2014), See How They Run (2022))

- Andre Holland (45, The Knick (2014))

- Nate Parker (45, The Great Debaters (2007))

- Leslie Odem Jr (43, Murder on the Orient express (2017))

- Nnamdi Asomugha (43, Sylvie’s Love (2020))

- Jermaine Williams (42, The Great Debaters (2007))

- Ashley Walters (42, Small Island (2009))

- Aml Ameen (39, The Porter (2022))

- Kingsley Ben-Adir (38, Peaky Blinders (2013))

- Zephryn Taitte (38, Call the Midwife (2012))

- Tolu Ogunmefun (36, See how they run, 2022))

- Jovan Adepo (36, Babylon (2022))

- Malachi Kirby (35, Wicked Little Letters (2023))

- Denzel Whitaker (35, The Great Debaters (2007))

- Jacob Anderson (34, Interview with the vampire (2022))

- Paapa Essiedu (34, Murder on the Orient express (2017))

- Jeremy pope (32, Hollywood (2020))

- Daryl McCormack (32, Peaky Blinders (2013))

- Jay Reeves (30, Six triple Eight (2024))

- Jordan Bolger (30, Peaky Blinders (2013))

- Xavier Mills (30, Interview with the vampire (2022))

- Shameik Moore (30, The Get Down (2016))

- Justice Smith (29, The Get Down (2016))

- Skylan Brooks (26, The Get Down (2016))

- Jaden Smith (26, The Get Down (2016))

BLACK ACTRESSES:

- Angela Bassett (66, The Rosa Parks Story (2002) American Horror Story (2013))

- Viola Davis (59, Ma Raineys black bottom (2020))

- Halle Berry (58, introducing Dorathy Danbury (1999))

- Kimberly Elise (58, The Great Debaters (2007))

- Aunjanue Ellis-Taylor (56, The Birth of a Nation (2016), Women of the Movement (2022))

- Sophie Okonedo (56, Death on the Nile 2020))

- Anika Noni Rose (52, The Good Lord Bird (2020, Showtime), Dreamgirls (2006))

- Nikki Amuka-Bird (49, Small Island (2009))

- Olunike Adelili (48, The Porter (2022))

- Naomi Harris (48, Small Island (2009))

- Kerry Washington (48, Six triple Eight (2024))

- Milauna Jackson (48, Six triple Eight (2024))

- Freema Agyeman (46, Doctor Who (2005))

- Dana Gourrier (45, Interview with the vampire (2022))

- Tessa Thompson (41, Sylvie’s Love (2020))

- Aja Naomi King (40, Sylvie’s Love (2020))

- Nicole Beharie (40, 42 (2013))

- Jurnee Smollett (38, Lovecraft Country (2020) The Great Debater (2007) Eve’s Bayou (1997))

- Pearl Mackie (38, Doctor Who (2005))

- Pippa Bennett- Warner (36, See how they run))

- Laura Harrier (35, Hollywood (2020)

- Taylour Page (34, Ma Raineys black bottom (2020))

- Moriah Brown (34, Six triple Eight (2024))

- Lolly Adefope (34, Wicked Little Letters (2023))

- Sheila Atim (34, The Pale Horse (2020))

- Kalyne Coleman (33, Interview with the vampire (2022))

- Georgina Campbell (32, The Pale Horse (2020))

- Ebony Obsidian (31, Six triple Eight (2024))

- Pepi Sonuga (31, Six triple Eight (2024))

- Leticia Wright (31, Death on the Nile (2020))

- Tahirah Sharif (31, The Haunting of Bly Manor (2020))

- Evelyn Miller (Flowers in the attic: origin (2022))

- Johanna Elmina Moise (Ma Raineys black bottom (2020))

- Stefanée Martin (The Get Down (2016))

- Djouliet Amara (30, The porter (2022))

- Kylie Jefferson (30, Six triple Eight (2024))

- Renee Bailey (30, Call the Midwife (2012))

- Sarah Jeffrey (29, Six triple Eight (2024))

- Shanice Williams (28, Six triple Eight (2024))

- Mallori Johnson (28, Kindred (2022))

- Delainey Hayes (26, Interview with the vampire (2022))

- Bailey Bass (21, Interview with the vampire (2022))

- Mia Isaac (21, Black Cake (2023))

CHINESE AMERICAN-ACTORS:

- BD Wong, (64, stars in many historical plays)

- Tzi Ma (62, The Man in the High Castle (2025) The Farewell (2019))

- Ludi Lin (37, Marco Polo (2014) The Ghost Bride (2022))

- Darren Chris (38, Chinese/Filipino/ Spanish heritage, Hollywood (2020)).

CHINESE AMERICAN ACTRESSES:

- Lucy Liu (56, in Shanghai Noon(2000))

- Stephanie Sy (48, The Porter (2022))

- Fala Chen (43, Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings (2021))

- Stephanie Hsu (34, The Marvelous Mrs Maisel (2017))

CHOCTAW ACTORS:

- Wes Studi (77, Cherokee with Choctaw ancestry)

- Moses Brings plenty (55, Oglala Lakota, sometimes listed with Choctaw relatives through intertribal marriage. Yellowstone (2018))

- Martin Sensmeier (39, Tlingit, Koyukon-Athabascan, and partial Choctaw descent)

- Cody Lightning (38, Cree and Choctaw decent)

CHOCTAW ACTRESSES:

- Kimberly Norris Guerrer (58, Choctaw)

- Brenda Schad (57, Choctaw)

- DeLanna Studi (48, Cherokee/ Choctaw heritage)

- Julia Jones (44, Choctaw father)

- Mia sable (41, Choctaw heritage)

- Lily Gladstone (38, possibly Choctaw heritage) Killers of the flower moon (2023))

- Morningstar Angeline (33, Navajo, Chippewa, Blackfeet, Shoshone, and Choctaw)

OTHER INDIGENOUS ACTORS:

- Gil Birmingham (71, Comanche and Spanish heritage. Yellowstone (2018)

- Zahn McClarnon (58, Blackfeet. Dark Winds (2022))

- Adam Beach (52, First Nations)

- Kiowa Gordon (35, Dark Winds (2022))

- Asivak Koostachin (31, Cree-Inuk. (Duster (2025))

- D’Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai (23, Oji-Cree descent)

OTHER INDIGENOUS ACTRESSES:

- Irene Beard (57, Iñupiaq and a French Canadian/Cree.)

- Marisa Quintanilla (44, hispanic and lipan apache heritage)

- Jessica Matten (39, Red River Metis-Cree. Dark Winds (2022))

- Kaniehtiio Horn (38, Mohawk Nation)

- Shauna Baker (36, Carrier Dene Nation)

- Q'orianka Kilcher (35, Quechua & Huachipaeri Nations. The New World (2005) Princess Kaiulani (2009))

- Devery Jacobs (31, Kahnawake Mohawk Territory)

- Amber Midthunder (28, Thai-Chinese, Hunkpapa Lakota, Sisseton Dakota, and Sahiyaiyeskabi Assiniboine descent)

- Paulina Alexis (24, First Nations)

SOUTH ASIAN ACTORS:

- Naveen Andrews (56, Indian. The English Patient (1996))

- Sendhil Ramamurthy (51, India. The Flash (2014 period flashbacks))

- Raza Jaffrey (50, White/Indian. The English Patient (1996) The Serpent Queen (2022))

- Sacha Dhawan (41, Indian. Mr Selfridge (2013) Doctor Who (2005))

- Nikesh Patel (39, Indian. Indian Summers (2015))

- Ali Fazil (38, Indian. Victoria & Abdul (2017))

- Shared Latif (36, White/ Scottish/Pakistani. Shazad Latif (2020))

- Dev Patel (35, Indian. The Personal History of David Copperfield (2019))

- Assad Zaman (35, Interview with the vampire (2022))

- Himesh Patel (34, Indian. Enola Holmes 2 (2022))

SOUTH ASIAN ACTRESSES:

- Parminder Negra (49, Indian. Begravia (2020))

- Anjana Vasan (38, Indian. Black Mirror (2023) Wicked Little Letters (2023) Towards Zero (2025))

- Mandip Gil (37, Indian. Doctor Who (2005))

- Aysha Kala (34, Indian Summers (2015))

- Varada Sethu (33, Indian. Doctor Who (2023))

- Amita Suman (27, Nepalese. The Outpost (2018) Shadow and Bone (2021))

- Tanya Maniktala (27, Indian. A suitable boy (2020))

- Mimi Keene (26, White/ Pakistani. Towards Zero (2025))

OTHER ASIAN ACTORS:

- Rick Yune (53, Korean. Snow Falling on Cedars (1999))

- Andrew Koji (33, Japanese. Peaky Blinders (2013) Call the Midwife (2012))

OTHER ASIAN ACTRESSES:

- Arden Cho (39, Korean. Teen Wolf flashbacks (2011))

- Anna Sawai (32, Japanese. Shogun (2024))

LATINO ACTORS:

- Laz Alonso (51, Afro-Cuban. The Mysteries of Laura (2014))

- Pedro Pascal (50, Chilean. The Great Wall (2016))

- Diego Calva (33, Mexican. Babylon (2022))

LATINA ACTRESSES:

- Gina Ravera (59, Afro-Puerto Rican. The Great Debaters (2007))

- Penelope Cruz (51, Spanish. Murder on the Orient express (2017))

- Tessa Thompson (41, Afro-Panamanian. Passing (2021))

- Ariana Debose (34, Afro-Puerto Rican. West Side Story (2021))

- Michelle Vientimilla (32, Ecuadorian. Gotham (2014))

- Shryley Rodriguez (32, The Get Down (2016))

- Nuria Vega (30, Mexican. Billy the Kid (2022))

- Anya Taylor-Joy (29, Anglo-Argentinian. Peaky Blinders (2013))

- Herizen Guardiola (28, Cuban-Jamaican. The Get Down (2016))

- Rachel Zegler (24, Columbian/Polish. West Side Story (2021))

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took an hour to make this list that includes the age, ethnicity (of some) and fit credit. I will continue edit it to add the period dramas/ credits that I found specifically from the 1800s to early to mid 1900s. pls check the heritage of these face claims just in case I’m wrong. but feel free to use! look forward to seeing them in your stories.

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orangez3st · 9 days ago

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How Delta Squad boys confess their feelings for you

Delta Squad x GN!Reader

This one's in a different format than usual—it's in bullet points! Respect to the people who are more talented in writing bullets points/headcanons style bcs it's more difficult than I thought 🤝🏼 (as you can tell this is a little messy)

Enjoy this one, vode! 💛

Also this is for the talented @i-willstealyourtoes 🫶🏼

For @deltasquadweek | Alt. Prompt Day 7: "I Love You."

Masterlist | Delta Squad (in-header image)

Boss

You and Boss are running on a really casual relationship.

Everything's just been really nice in your own pace, and you don't want to pressure him into anything he's not ready for yet.

It's like you're the literal embodiment of patience and he loves you for it, he can't ever have enough thanking you.

You know what this relationship eventually entails—because honestly, he's just a soldier of the Republic, and both of you know well what that means.

And you never seem to mind that, every time you two meet to catch up you always have that smile and your eyes are sparkling at all times.

It'd be cruel, but Boss is a leader; he worries about every kind of scenario and he has to be ready for it, including the ones that scream every kind of ‘what if?’ in the back of his mind.

“You know that I could die out there, right?” he then asks you.

“I know,” you say with a smile, “But I don't want you to go out there with that kind of mindset, Boss.”

It's like his own nature of being an expendable soldier gnaws at his conscience, enough to make him realize that maybe he's not ready to die at all.

“Careful,” Fixer warns him, not hostile, but reminding him of what's drilled into them; that attachment could be weakness. In the corner, Sev is just shrugging and Scorch is examining his fingernails.

Boss keeps that in mind.

But he can't keep it anymore (his brothers aren't stopping him anyway).

He decides he's not going to die any time soon, and for the sake of fairness, he vows to be a better soldier, covering his squad more often on the field so no one's dying in the future.

And so he could come back home to you.

This is all happening inside his mind, so when he comes up to your door before the shuttle that’d take him to deployment leaves, you're surprised that he's there as he pulls you into his chest.

Your forehead bonks against the plastoid armor but you don't mind, laughing it off and your arms snaking around his huge frame upon instinct.

“Listen, cyare.” He can't be long, but he's using all his time by looking into your eyes, and you swear you can see the stars in the dark honey desert color of his own. “Can I make a promise to you?’

“I… Of course. What is it?”

“I’ll try. I promise I'll try,” Boss says, gently taking your hands in his gloved ones. “I’ll try not to die out there. I'll always make it home to you. Come back for you. I'd understand if that's some lesser thing for you to worry about because I'm the best kind of cannon fodder, but… I just want you to know. Think about it, perhaps. It should be something that you can’t possibly ignore when you're dating someone like me. I promise. You'll always have me back with you mission after mission. Okay?”

There's sincerity in his words. You've formed your own opinion about this matter some time ago, but Boss' promise to you scrambles what you've got, what once was standing firm in your grasp as a belief now bends to his promise—his declaration—to you.

“Okay,” you nod, eyes stinging with tears that obviously aren't out of misery. Your smile is shaky. “I heard you.”

Boss sighs softly. “Good.” The moment he hugs you tight, his armored arms wrapping around your form just as your limbs around his neck… everything becomes so clear to you like some divine revelation. You really don't want to lose him.

“Can't promise that I won't come back without scars, though,” he mutters close to your ear.

“That's fine,” you huff a laugh, pressing a kiss to his hair above his ear. “Just as long as you're alive. I'll be waiting until you're back home safe.”

Home. Safe.

Yes, that sounds about right. That sounds like he deserves that. Comfort. Quiet moments. Hugs, just like this. Everything that you've got to offer to each other in these trying times; your love.

Fixer

Everyone knows Fixer worships regulations.

I mean, he calls his brothers by their numbers over the comms during active ops because a) as it should be and b) it's their real name.

But hey, he's melted a long time ago and resorted to call them by their nicknames when there's no officers around that he needs to worry about.

So yeah, everyone knows that, and so are you.

And you? You're the worst match ever for Fixer.

You break rules for fun, but enough not to cause permanent harm, and really, it's not big stuff like vandalism or something else that would end your day in Republic penitentiary, but still.

They're all harmless. Hiding one's jacket. Changing their ringtones. Talking to someone long enough while they're dipping their cookies so it would fall off. Turning off the light while someone's in the bathroom.

Fixer pretends not to acknowledge whatever the hell you've been doing because he's been trying to ignore that troublemaker trait of you so much (how did he end up with you?).

(Honestly, good question. No one knows.)

“Cyare, would you please stop?”

“That should violate about 28 rules, cyare.”

“No one's ever done that because they have brains and you don't.”

Oh he loves to bully you alright, but 100% out of affection. He really would hide a body for you if you've ever accidentally killed someone.

Also no, you don't know what cyare means. It sounds like a language he'd picked up, or taught

Fixer calls you that only because he doesn't know what to call you besides your name.

It just… came out.

You've tried to ask Scorch what it means but all he did was giggling and the next thing you know he was practically gossipping with Sev.

It has to mean something… mean.

Whatever it is, it's consuming your thoughts in the worst ways. They're making fun out of you. So one day when you're being particularly sulky and salty to everyone you know, Fixer's concerns take the best of him and steps in to inquire about your behavior.

“Cyare, wanna tell me what's wrong?”

“Don't call me that!” you snap.

Fixer’s brows knit together. “What do you mean?”

“What do you mean,” you mock, “What I meant is everybody and I mean everybody in your kriffing squad seems to make fun of me.” You roughly jab a finger into his chest. “Including you.”

“Make fun of you?”

“Are you deaf or something?”

“No,” he answers firmly, his teeth gritting. You don't even notice that his fists are clenching. “Tell me who made fun of you. What did they do?”

“It’s Scorch.” You don't waste time. Your eyes sting from unshed tears and when you wipe them with the back of your hand it's like popping water balloons—they stream down your face. “I just asked about that word you say often and he just laughed in my face like he's won candies or something.”

It's quiet for a while and you both stand there, Fixer's thoughts are growing louder. “What word?”

“One that you use to call me.”

He tilts his head. “‘Cyare’?”

You nod weakly, your tears still spilling out.

There's quiet, and Fixer bites his tongue to prevent a snort. Then he exhales instead, pulling himself together not to laugh and make worse of your overthinking.

“That chakaar,” you hear him mutter, stepping closer into your space and tenderly pulling you into his chest, as if you're a fragile piece of vase. “He could've answered it and you wouldn't have to shed dumb tears like this.”

And just like that you're broken. You're confused as kark that you're caught between snapping yet again, your mouth parted, and your hands firm on his chest to angrily push him away.

“What?” is all you can manage.

“It means…” Fixer’s gaze drift away from you, but you can see his neck and cheeks darkening with color. “It means darling. Beloved.”

“....Oh…”

“Yeah,” Fixer dismisses, looking rather shy with his eyes constantly glancing away from you as the colors in his cheeks make him look even more flushed. “So please don't fuss over it?”

“Say it,” you challenge.

“Say what?”

“The word.”

“I adore you.”

“No, I mean not—hhhggggghh…” You're cut off as Fixer squeezes you so tightly that your lungs probably shrink. You kick his foot.

Yeah. You know what he means. He'll come around with the balls to actually say it.

Scorch

You're not the first to discover that Scorch loves to talk.

And I mean, that man loves to talk.

He's always the first to engage in a conversation as if a dictionary of conversation starters was programmed into him when he'd been in the tube.

He's probably the most expressive person you've ever met and you adore him dearly for it.

Especially when he just leans on the kitchen counter, chin in palm, looking at you with the biggest heart eyes ever.

You know he's just teasing.

He always makes time to come by your home and stay over.

And you as a host are always ready to cook some hearty meal for him—when you learned the fact that they don't eat anything but protein sludge and plain carbohydrate blocks you couldn't take it.

Scorch doesn't want to make you fuss all over just for him, but you insist.

One day he's thinking about it. Does that mean something?

He knows he's been hiding his feelings for a bit too long—even Boss sternly reprimanded him once when Scorch was unable to focus during an op.

He's been thinking about you.

And now as he eats dinner with you, he's lost in his own thoughts and good food.

And by the time dessert comes in, he melts entirely at your great efforts to make him comfortable.

As he enjoys dessert he doesn't even realize that he says, “You know I love you, right?”

It hits you like a damn speeder that you lock gaze with him, Scorch is seemingly as surprised as you are.

“Y-you do?”

“I—I mean,” Scorch deflects, a wave of heat sliding into his cheeks. “I was… talking to the cheesecake.”

That was TERRIBLE.

To be fair it's a really great strawberry cheesecake.

“Oh,” you sulk, forcing a smile to your lips as you pick up your fork again, “Thought I misheard.”

If only you could hear Scorch's heart breaking in that exact moment.

“No, you didn't mishear,” Scorch hurriedly says. He takes your hand without thinking, and the heat in his stomach is bubbling over as he looks into your eyes. “It's um… You know that I've liked you for a really long time, right?”

You nod. “Yeah, and it shows.” Smiling a bit, you lace your fingers with his. “Consistently.”

“Yeah,” he huffs a chuckle. “And now I just really really really like you and everything you've done for me. I know it's just dinner but all this… it means a lot to me.”

Before you can say anything, he scoots his chair closer to you. It scrapes across the floor noisily in the midst of the silence of your home. He plops back down, his thigh touching yours.

“One question though,” Scorch cheekily says, “Did you put love potion in this thing?”

Your giggles are everything to him. “What for?”

“Uh-huh, that's right,” he grins widely, gently cupping your face. “You don't need to put love potion inside your finely-cooked dinner. I'm already in love with you.”

Scorch’s eyes map all over your face, his warm brown eyes glimmering in the romantic candlelight. “You have a strawberry jam in the corner of your mouth, though.”

“No I don't,” you chuckle.

“Mm, wanna prove it? If I kiss you right here,” he boops the spot, “And I taste strawberry jam, you owe me an actual kiss.”

“And if you're wrong?”

“I still get that kiss. I'm trying to woo you here, baby. Wanna appreciate my efforts?”

Eventually he throws the strawberry jam motive out of the airlock and places a cheeky yet long-awaited kiss on your lips. You can feel his smile, even.

Sev

Your relationship with Sev started quite strangely.

The two of you met in some rundown speakeasy in the lower levels of Coruscant, and both claim the ale that everybody says taste like gundark piss your favorite.

And then the talk spans to your favorite Huttese heavy metal band—his favorite too.

Your favorite limmie team—which is also his favorite (he also mentioned that he often played limmie when he was a cadet and he was a mean forward).

There's too many similarities between you already.

Okay well yes, besides breathing gore thriller holofilms, you have nothing else to compare against his dark sadistic humor.

But there's this new thriller movie you really wanna see already in theaters and instinctively, you ask Sev if he's down.

Naturally, with the duties of a soldier and the oftentimes-unexpected demands that entails, he turned down your offer.

You withdraw. Yeah, it was silly anyway.

But at least he insisted walking you home afterward.

Sev could see your disappointment. Days later it's gnawing at him, and Scorch that cheeky bastard notices.

“So you wanna tell me what's going on or would you like me to shove Fixer to have a go at you?”

“Don't drag me into this,” Fixer sighs from the other side of the room.

Scorch grins. “No, you said you wanted to know, so I'm extracting the intel straight from the source.”

“I didn't say that.”

Scorch turns back to Sev. “Now tell us or I'm betting your entire tenday stipend if Fixer pins you down next spar. We'll split, Fix. Don't worry.”

“Fine. I'm in.”

Sev grunts, already losing it. “Should I feel guilty for rejecting a date?”

“You fekking what?” Boss pipes in, this time.

Scorch claps loudly. “Alright vode, it's time for flash training for our psycho brother here, welcome to Dating 101. Guest lecturer Null-7 isn't available at the moment so you should feel lucky, Oh-Seven.”

He gave it all out.

Your shared favorites, things you have in common, stories traded over ales and a few things stronger—both of you were at that bar for five hours just talking.

Sev isn't sure if Scorch's been drilling the term ‘love at first sight’ too often and too much that it's eating him alive, but he's sure that's how he feels about you.

So he comms you, asking if you’ve watched that movie yet.

“Actually, yeah,” you answer, hope surging inside your chest. “But um, I've got loads of thriller holos, if you wanna come by. We could have a movie night, if you're up for it.”

By the time you've finished talking, Scorch smacks him in the back a couple of times, Boss pushes him towards the door, and Fixer is already tossing Sev his go bag.

That night, two days before his leave ends, Sev is settled with you on your couch, the glow from the holoscreen reflecting on your faces.

You notice Sev is sitting so stiff, so you nudge his elbow asking if he's okay.

He looks at you longer than he should—he’d be lying if he's not feeling everything so intensely all at once, especially when you're nearly pressed up against his side.

He’s attentive. He knows it's not casual. It's intentional from you. You want to be close to him, but without a little booze encouragement, he isn't sure how to proceed.

Then he remembers what Scorch said and decides to execute (with a little alteration).

Sev moves his arm up, but he's not looking at you (he tries to cover his blushing cheeks, okay, give him time).

You take his invitation and lean heavily against him to absorb his warmth.

Sev smells like fresh aftershave and something else (it's blaster cleaning solution) tried to be covered by modest convenience store perfume.

You commit that scent to memory and snuggle even closer to him. The tip of your finger is tracing the fabric lining on his shirt, and soon your focus is no longer on the movie.

“Do you let anyone you just met be this close?” you ask, curious about his change of mind.

“No,” Sev replies firmly.

“Then what changes?”

Sev takes a deep breath. “Couldn't stop thinking about you,” he mumbles lowly into your hair, movie be damned. “Felt bad for turning down when you asked. Truth to be told, it felt like I'm leaving someone behind in a crossfire.”

“But…” You raise your head to meet his intense gaze. “We've only just met.”

“Yeah,” Sev says carefully, “But we have a lot in common, it feels like I've known you a long time, too.”

You don't hesitate—you raise further to cup the side of his face and pull him down so you can press your lips against his. Sev's reflex kicks in rapidly, kissing you as well while grabbing you closer to his body.

It isn't said, but whatever it is, whatever you're feeling; it's blossoming, too.

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eldritchcider · 17 days ago

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i just want to read the script for sinners so mf badlyyy !!! does anyone know where id be able to read it ??

the way this story played out is something that i simply NEED to see in words !!!!!!

#sinners 2025 #remmick sinners #sinners #sinners movie #sinners imagine #smokestack twins #elijah smoke moore #elias stack moore #ryan coogler #sinners x reader #michael b jordan #jack o'connell #miles caton #wunmi mosaku #delroy lindo #delta slim

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artsninspo · 1 month ago

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Penname: Delta Wise -IV- [Sinners]

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summary: This chapter picks up where the last left off, there are a few easter-eggs for the next few chapters, some tea is spilled and our main characters try to find their footing as they try figure out how to proceed.

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FOUR

Knotty

Sleeping among strange energies is something I’ve never been able to do and yet it’s something I’ve managed in the most tense of circumstances. Facing your fears can do that to you I guess, draining your batteries down to the bone and leaving no room for anything else. I wake up to Eli nudging me. His brown eyes are serious as is the set of his jaw. It takes a moment for the tension within me to subside as I register that I'm in my car and I’m safe. There’s a blanket fashioned into a pillow holding my head that I don't remember putting there as I sit up.

“It’s me,” he says slowly, like I could mistake him for his brother. But what is unmistakable is that unlike me the night's revelations have rejuvenated him. I hear waves crashing on the sand and sit upright. He drove all the way to the beach house by himself. I reach in the glovebox and press the garage door opener; it opens and Eli reverses the car. Once the garage door closes the sensor lights turn on and we’re safe from the darkness of night. I can't believe I fell asleep. I can see Eli has a million and one questions but there’s one that takes precedence. He needs to know I'm okay.

“I’m okay” I tell him and he nods, taking his eyes off me and unbuckling his seatbelt. I turn to find Carmen snoring softly in the backseat.

“Carmen” I reach tapping her and she wakes up slowly looking like a showgirl still in her performance outfit..

“Where are we?” she yawns.

“My summer house - on the water” I tell her and she nods while sitting up. I exit first and Eli helps Carmen out the car. I put the code in the door and enter the home through the garage.

“It looks just like granny’s place,” Carmen says looking around.

“Ma said a shrine was unproductive so when I got my advance I hired a decorator and had them stage the place with Granny’s things - just more modern and beachy” I explain plopping on the couch.

“I need to get out of this, are there clothes here?” Carmen asks and I nod.

“I have some things, Eli, what size are you?” I ask turning to him.

“XL” Carmen says.

“XL” He affirms.

“You know your stuff” I tell her.

“Stack wears an XL. I just want to say it now so it’s on the table. Stack and I have fooled around before. He never bit me ever and I think I may be why he’s after you Knotty. Two months ago I invited him in - I know I fucked up and I was sleuthing Delta Wise and the book was on my coffee table, he asked about it. I told him it was good, he said he never heard of it and I let him take my copy.” Carmen says and I swallow hard, glaring at her.

“You invited him in?”

“Yes” she says, looking terrified.

“I hope you have nothing with your parents address and your devices are locked. If not, no shower, you have to make sure everything is okay.” I tell her.

“Knotty, he never bit me. Aside from being a hoe he was decent when I would go to the club to dance for some extra money. Stack is … was cool, with the exception of ole�� girl he doesn't play around with them folks coming around and causing trouble. I’ve never seen him in a bad mood until yesterday. Never seen him touch a woman that didn't want to be touched by him until yesterday.” Carmen says. I want to judge her but until recently I too had my fair share of secrets.

“Carmen we’re no longer dealing with the same Stack, if there’s a chance he can turn Smoke then he’ll do whatever to succeed at that goal” I explain and find Eli looking at the legend I sent him on the caride here. My naming chart - the one I used that has the real names of the real people from Granny’s stories and the names that made it into the book.

“I'll call my parents and hope they listen” she says and I head upstairs and find all three of us something to wear. I’m thankful for my oversized era when I find a graphic tee and cotton pj pants that should fit Eli. He looks up at my return as I hand him the clothes, towels, soap and a toothbrush.

“She’s something” he says motioning upstairs to Carmen and I smile.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Fine” he nods without missing a beat. “I don't remember any of this shit though. If I didn't see him and feel it I wouldn't believe it” Eli says matter of factly. “It also explains why you haven't been yourself”

“You don’t know the adult me” I tell Eli.

“People don’t change.” He says pointing to his phone with the book names.

“Apothecary check, author check, Atlantis?” He says to lighten the mood and it makes me smile.

“I’m done - I have plenty more than I can handle” I confess.

“So what am I and what do we do?” he says. Unlike my mother he trusts me.

“I can't be sure, I have everything from oral traditions as you know ‘witches’ have been persecuted historically. Granny said twins were a force of nature - womb to the tomb. You’ve been reincarnated because Stack hasn’t found rest, your soul got restless. I can't be sure but I suspect Annies Mojo bag for you has something to do with it.” I explain and he's back looking at his phone finding Annie's book character name.

“Smokes wife” he says, still dissociating from reality.

“Your wife” I correct and he swallows. “Hold your shirt up” I tell him and he does. I point to his birthmark on his lower abdomen. “They say birthmarks, moles and beauty marks are totems of our past lives and spiritual gifts. Same place Sammie said Smoke's fatal shot was. Same place you have a birthmark” I explain and he looks at the area before letting the shirt fall. His brows bunch as he tries to make sense and process what I’m telling him. “How did it feel seeing Stack?” I ask and he shakes his head.

“It felt..” Eli pauses in reflection. “Like … Like I was locked in - like I could take anything. Like I was grounded, like nothing was missing” he says. “Then I saw a man's skin bubbling under the sunlight and I remembered he was about to hurt y’all” Eli says.

“You don't have to worry about me and Stack. If he bites me I go peacefully and don’t wake up and at the very least he’ll be very sick. My soul will in tact” I tell Eli, making a mental note to start brewing a tea.

“I don't think that’s the relief you think it is Knotty” Eli says in a tone that's scolding.

“I’m already sensitive to the seasons before daylight savings. I wouldn’t last an eternity of nights” I speak frankly. “OG Smoke didn’t want that for himself either” I explain only to startle at the sound of running. Carmen emerges holding out her phone in PJ’s. Stacks name is across the caller ID. I freeze and she does too until Eli takes the phone answering the call and placing the phone on speaker on the coffee table.

“Carmen, I need to talk to Delta” Stacks voice says.

“Speaking” I say as my heart races.

“Who did you have with you?” he asks and I frown looking at Carmen and Eli as I sit forward.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play with me - I swear fo’ God I got all the time in the world to make you wish you were dead” he snaps. “I know there was a man but he isn’t showing up on surveillance” Stack says and I look at Eli. I take my phone and snap a photo of him. He’s there clear as day.

“I’m not sure what you're asking me” I swallow.

“It was Smoke, Stack, I saw him.” I hear Mary say in the background.

“Was it my brother?” Stack asks, his voice cracking ever so slightly.

“No” I lie.

“Then who was it? Sammie have a son I don’t know about? It was a Moore man” Stack says.

“It was Smoke” Mary repeats. “I don’t know why you couldn't see him, you were starin’ right at him” she continues in the background.

“What do you want with me?” I ask.

“Your stories to remember, I was gonna help you with another bestseller but since I think you’re lying to me. I’m on your ass” he says and the line goes dead.

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Pearl (Knotty’s Mom)

When I get the call from Knotty I’m at wits end. It was endearing in childhood but now it’s worrying. She's beautiful and smart and rather live in the past with superstitions than the present. I had patience for Ma because after years of therapy myself and the therapist decided it was easier for Mom to believe that her mother was taken supernaturally than the equally horrifying reality. It was the deep south in the 1930’s. It was more likely the klan wiped out the entire juke joint that night and that man that came telling tales of vampires was just a boy who’d also been traumatized. The mind is a fascinating place that will do all it can to survive. I don’t blame Mama. She was only five when she heard the story for the first time and her little mind held onto it. Then she spent much of her life searching for answers. So much so that it ruined her marriage to my father and now it has Knotty spinning out of control. It happens every year around this time when Ma’s death anniversary comes around and then the dreaded October 15th.

“How is Knotty affording this boat?” Jason asks.

“I don’t know - maybe Ma left her a trust we don’t know about”

“She was fifteen and your mom didn’t have much - she was always giving everything away” Jason says looking around the nice bedroom. “I just hope I don’t have to pay for it,” he comments.

“Knotty hasn't asked for money in years” I remind him.

“Doesn’t mean I dont send her a bi-weekly allowance. She’s never been good with money” He says and I nod.

“I’m worried about her”

“I warned you and your mother not to indulge her. Eventually she’d have to grow up and now she’s grown and single, reclusive and taking up with the least respectable of her family members” He sighs.

“So I’m to blame?”

“That’s not what I’m saying babe. We’re not gonna be alive forever and what’s Knotty gonna do when we’re gone huh? She’s not equipped to deal with real life” he says.

“I don’t want to argue about Knotty, we can once she’s doing well”

“And if this episode lasts longer then we try things my way”

“Jason, I don’t know if you realized but we’re not a part of her world anymore. She does things for us. She never invites or includes us to whatever she has going on. Unless your way means reaching in - we’re not trying it. God gave us one and I won’t be excommunicated by her” I snap defending our girl. Jason’s jaw clenches out of frustration.

“I’m gonna go talk to the guys,” he says leaving the room. I call Knotty and it goes to voicemail, so I text her that everyones on the boat is safe and ten minutes later the message is hearted. I know why we’re on a boat even if everyone else doesn’t. Lore says vampires can't cross bodies of water. This boat has been checked for coffins and dirt before we boarded I’m sure of it. It lets me know in spite of our differences Knotty still loves us and so I won't quit on her.

Signing deeply my hand hovers over the contact of someone I’ve only called twice in the over three decades I've known her. Letting out a frustrated sigh I look out onto the water from the small window and call Merin.

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Eli ‘Smoke’ Moore

Only thing that’s clear to me is Hoodoo has left me with more questions than answers. I make breakfast for the girls needing to do something with my hands to stop the snaking. Knotty’s out on the beach porch watching the waves and taking calls when Carmen emerges from outside.

“How is she?” I ask Carmen.

“Knotty’s tougher than she looks and granny was tougher. No disrespect to your wife but a mother’s love is different to anything you could feel for a partner. Trust nothing unfortunate is happening to her. Granny probably has every angel suited up for her.” Carmen says and there’s no jealousy in her.

“Not you?”

“Me too clearly if Stack didn't take a chunk out of my throat. But she loved me because I was her granddaughter, not because I was her favorite. Anyone with eyes could see what she and Knotty had was special.” Carmen explains. “You’re lucky Knotty’s picky ass likes you. She’s very precious about her space and energy. She doesn’t let half of our family touch her for greetings. No handshakes or hugs without wearing special jewelry. You might be reincarnated but just know you’re lucky to be this close to Knotty” she warns. I don’t let onto it, but I like her how down she is for Knotty.

“You and Stack?” I ask.

“Are done, it takes freaky to a new level” she says. “I wonder though? Are identical twins identical in every way” she asks, pointing at my pants. I hear a chuckle.

“Don’t mind her Eli, all she thinks about is sex” Knotty smiles coming in and closing the door behind her. “Get it out of your system Merin will be here in 45 minutes and I convinced the family to charter a boat. Everyone we love will be safe and on the water sailing before sunset” Knotty smiles.

“Shit all that this morning?” Carmen asks.

“Oh no, there was more. Surprise, surprise my store was vandalised last night. Glass, herbs, water and oil everywhere. Everything on the shop floor is no longer salvageable.” Knotty says, putting her phone down in exasperation.

“Fuck Knotty, I’m sorry whats the damage?”

“I don't know yet but I know if I were to head home to the precinct or to the store Stack would be on me so I found a lawyer.” she smiles, shaking her head.

“What’s funny?” Carmen asks.

“I mean it’s so Stack Moore I should have seen it coming. Makes me trust Sammie’s words all the more” Knotty shrugs. “That’s good for us, but we need to be careful. He’ll go for our loved one’s like he went for Annie” she says, pointing between us. Carmen nods and the silence is heavy. Instead of fanning the flames of their worry I try to diffuse the situation.

“I’m finished with breakfast” I tell them and Carmen comes into the kitchen first.

“You must like thick women or is that all for you?” She asks, making Knotty laugh.

I’m complimented for my culinary skills and the girls clean up, letting me make a few calls to situate my own affairs before I return to the living room to study what seems to be my history some more. Merin or Mama Meringue comes through around lunchtime with groceries and guidance. She’s one of those Erykah Badu types you can see and feel she’s different when she enters the room, her voice is something too. She handed Knotty a laptop and she’s been outside ever since with headphones on. “She’ll be fine” Merin says and when I look over Merin’s watching me as she chops up greens.

“Carmen said the same thing” I sigh standing and putting the hardcopy of club juke down.

“Carmen’s right,” Merin smiles.

“Any theories as to why she’s in the middle of all this then?” I ask and Merin smiles, putting her attention back on the feast she’s making.

“A few” she nods and I swallow waiting for her to open up. “You don’t need to worry about Knotty you need to decide on you”

“Kill my brother, become a vampire, die and be reborn” I list my options.

“You killed your father, killing your brother would taint your soul beyond reproach. It couldn’t be done at your hands.” she says.

“Y’all keep talking to me about shit I don't remember” I snap and she walks over to the cabinets and plucks an incense stick from a tin. She lights it and the smell gives me a deja-vu just for a split second of a woman holding a child.

“There’s a way to save Stack and Smoke” Knotty says coming in. I look at Merin who seems like she knew that already. “We need to research the planetary alignment of the night of October 15th 1931 and wait for a day with similar conditions. Mary has to be willing to die. Blood of a lover must be spilled because Mary’s who turned Stack should end their connection and eliminate the love spell.”

“How do we convince her to do that?” Merin asks.

“She already has a lifetime of him,” Knotty shrugs. “If Stack misses Smoke like he says it's an option - a chance at mortality and then Smoke only has to finish this life” Knotty says, placing her laptop on the counter to show pictures of writing in an old book.

“That wouldn't be enough. I’m sure Stack has accumulated enemies. He would be a liability” Merin says and Knotty sighs. “I’ll keep searching,” she says, heading back outside.

“Why don’t you tell her you already have the answers?” I ask Merin and she pauses. “Only time someone is as calm as you are in a crisis they’re a double agent or sure about what's gonna go down. I know you love Knotty so why not tell her you know what to do?” I ask Merin.

“I guess Sammie never noticed how perceptive you are,” she says, avoiding an answer. “Her mind never stops and if she was free Knotty would inhibit progress” Merin says. “Like searching for pearls in gator filled waters as a means to help,” Merin says, washing her hands. I look outside and nod in understanding.

“We had no idea who you were Eli, none but we should have known Knotty only liked old souls at that age” she smiles and I nod heading outside. Knotty’s texting and I light a cigarette giving her some space.

“You lasted a long time in there. Merin usually makes people uncomfortable in under ten minutes. You were there with her for two hours” she says.

“Were you timing me?” I ask

“Maybe” Knotty smiles. “She likes you,” she says, turning to Merin inside the house.

“How do you know that?”

“She’s cooking for us. Merin has her tells before anything important a lot of priestesses practice their preparation art. Attention to detail, intention focus” Knotty lists.

“So you practice?”

“No, Granny and Merin said it’s not for me. I know things but I leave it to them” she shrugs. “Wanna walk the beach? I’m gonna go cross eyed if I keep reading old journals” she says and I nod. She takes her shoes off knotting her skirt to shorten it and skips down the steps. It’s the Knotty I knew. “Can’t imagine loving a man enough to condemn my soul for a love spell and still get cheated on” she says talking about Mary and Stack. “Can you?” she asks.

“I don't believe in love spells and Merin says my soul is corrupted already” I tell Knotty who stops smiling. She takes a deep breath looking up at me.

“If that was totally true Stack would have seen you” she says wistfully.

“So why can he see you?” I ask her knowing her soul is nowhere near mine.

“Why are men so hard to convince of the truth?” she asks.

“Here we go” I mutter but she doesnt start, she stops looking out at the water.

“If I never went searching for clams we wouldn't be here. Only reason I was searching for clams in Mississippi in the first place is because Granny wanted to find information about who? Her mama Pearline. Who died outside of your juke joint in the morning of October 16th 1931. I don’t know how you can not believe in that” she says and I find myself smiling at her faith.

“Knotty one, Eli nil” I mutter and she chuckles. Still looking out at the water.

“What are you thinking about now?” I ask.

“Atlantis” she winks. “And pearls” She says before taking off into the crashing waves while fully clothed. She turns to face me smiling just as a wave hits her. She goes under holding a hand up and then flailing. Fucking hell Knotty. I think kicking off my shoes and going in for her. When I get to her she laughs splashing me. A wave hits us and it’s so light I know she was acting. I hit the water splashing her back and she laughs some more floating on her back in the cold water.

“You're crazy” I inform her getting out.

“Don't be mad Eli, I was just keeping your soul light.” she laughs coming in after me. It’s like she hasn't aged a day. It’s the Knotty I expected. She adjusts her clothes, ringing out her hair and I shake my head at her.

“Soul light by giving me a heart attack?” I ask and she mocks me.

“I really should have known you’re a grandpa” she says.

“Should've known you were up to no good when you didnt keep your shoes on” I say, picking up mine. She winks at me accepting her charges.

“Just like you ran in for me, I’m gonna do all I can for you and Merin’s on board and she has contacts so we’ll be okay. Be positive - negativity feeds on fear. That’s why Stack nearly got me. If I’d just have faced him-”

“Vampires are liars, I read as much” I interrupt her from taking blame. “If the book is true it’s my fault for not killing him” I ad.

“You couldn’t do it without both of you going together” Knotty says and when we get back to the house Merin’s at the back door with Carmen.

“I won't even ask, I just hope you have a dryer for your locs” Carmen says as Knotty wrings out her clothes on the back deck.

“Go shower before you catch a cold,” Merin scolds.

“Okay, I gave the water an offering we’re gonna be alright” Knotty smiles before sloping a trail of water upstairs. Merin gets a mop shaking her head.

“I’ll bring you a towel, go take a shower in the bathroom on this floor” she tells me and it's my turn to make a mess. I don't remember the last time someone just mopped up a mess without scolding or a tirade or making me clean up after myself. Being carefree is a strange feeling, maybe that’s what made me like Knotty in the first place as kids. The adults around her never had harsh tones, punishment for wrongdoings were measured and not hot blooded and overly passionate. Her people fed all the kids in the area just because instead of going on and on about the extra mouths to feed. I was treated like one of them just like I am now. Once I wash off Merin has a plate waiting for me.

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Knotty

It’s nearly midnight when I find Eli smoking in the garage. He’s been at it for at least an hour and I know it’s Merin’s doing. Granny always called her a kitchen witch. He kills the smoke when he sees me, always the protector.

“Are you still upset about the beach?” I ask and he raises a brow.

“What do you think?” He asks and I hold up a perfectly wrapped blunt.

“Peace offering?” I ask and he looks at the door suspiciously like Merin will come out and scold me in my own house.

“You smoke?” he asks.

“Everyone thinks I’m such an angel and … I am” I tell him, lighting mine. He holds out a hand as I inhale and I light his before inhaling. He takes a drag, impressed by the cannabis’ quality and I smile. “I hope you don't change too much when Merin’s done her work to save you and Stack.”

“You think I will?” Eli asks.

“Well Sammie said you were a hardass that no one played with. I can require a lot of patience - if you have none. I guess it's goodbye in a few weeks” I shrug considering the reality for the first time. I take another drag and so does Eli. “What if you only remember everything that happened before that night in the thirties and I’m a stranger and you have to adjust to technology and the new world?” I propose thinking out loud.

“Even weed can't slow you down” he mutters and I chuckle sitting on the steps that lead back inside the house. “Fine, I’ll shut up” I concede smoking in silence. Eli does the same, getting his down to a roach in no time. I let him finish mine and he thanks me with a nod, taking a drag as he goes back to his spot standing away from me. I wonder what he’s thinking but I give him the reprieve of not asking.

“I don't think I’ll forget Knotty James,” he says, breaking the silence. “I mean we met in Mississippi because her Granny was trying to find out information on her ma Pearline who died outside my juke at sunrise, and Knotty was searching for pearls in the river” he says back to me using my same logic. I know he hates it but I can't help myself and I give him a hug. He hugs back, chuckling at me.

“Don’t change,” he says, holding me tight.

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Author's Note: Thank you all for getting to the credits of this chapter! Hope you enjoyed this new update and the personalities of the characters as they prepare for whats to come.

What did we think of this chapter?

Raise your hand in the comments if you kind've foresaw the Carmen and Stack connection? if it shocked you let me know?

Don't we love Knotty's Mom and dad ? 😜

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Side note: I am not a practitioner and respect closed practices, so I do not dabble or google. Most of the ideas in the chapter come from things i've seen, heard etc. With the exception of some herbal medicine which I may google. So if something is wrong or offensive to anyone who does practice please know that was not my intent. My intent is to respect that that I am an outsider.

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Are they protective of you?

cw: Are they like a guard dog that won't leave your side? Or are they more carefree about the dangers around you?

Of course they are like a big guard dog! You have no idea how dangerous the world is out there; obviously, they have to protect you from everything and everyone! When it’s not their arm around your shoulders, pulling your body closer to theirs, then it’s definitely their jacket or hoodie over you, making it clear to anyone that you’re together. And how can you say they don’t need to fight the jerk who touched you? Of course they do! If it’s to protect you, they would do anything (within or outside the law).

Fell, DELTA, CROSS, Killer, Dust, FellSwap Gold

They’re a bit of both. Of course, they’ll defend you if someone tries to pick a fight with you, but they also give you space to handle your own problems. You’re both pretty comfortable with that, and usually, you prefer to stay in your corner peacefully—much better than having someone barking at everyone who tries to get close to you.

COLOR, Fresh, Ink, SWAP, Dream, Geno, Classic

They prefer that you defend them. Every time they get into a fight, they look at you like a wet cat, completely helpless and pleading for your help. You, on the other hand, don’t mind at all standing in front of them, protecting them from whatever is intimidating them (whether it’s an ignorant guy or a giant bug). It’s them who wear your jacket as a form of protection, while your arm is around their hips. Could they be pretending just to see you all brave defending them? You’ll never know~

LUST, Science, Farm, SwapFell

You'll never know how many people they've gotten rid of just because they look at you weird.

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"You don't have to switch the channel. Why don't you just... stay here forever?"

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Selling souls for dollars? 3/30?

Warnings : Smut,Gore , Murder , Black mail , Stalking , Manipulation & obsession, Mentions of substance use. Dark themes , Angst , Emotional abuse, Dub con.

A/n: when on a writers high last night .

The back office was thick with smoke and frustration. Stack leaned against the peeling wall, jaw clenched, while Smoke paced like a restless predator, his dark eyes stormy.

You sat on the cracked leather couch, the weight of the night heavy in your chest. The unspoken between you and Smoke was a raw wound, still bleeding.

Smoke finally stopped, his gaze piercing. “You think I don’t see it? You, running back and forth between me and him…”

Your voice caught, but you held steady. “It’s not that simple.”

He laughed bitterly. “It’s never simple with us, is it? But I don’t know if I can keep pretending it’s okay.”

Stack’s eyes flicked between you both, tension thick like fog. “We got bigger problems than this.”

Smoke shot him a look. “Maybe. But this—” He pointed at you. “—this is the hardest.”

You met Smoke’s gaze, feeling the vulnerability beneath the anger. “I never meant to hurt you.”

His jaw tightened. “Doesn’t change the fact I’m still hurting.”

Stack cleared his throat. “Save it for later. We need to be sharp. The cops aren’t the only danger tonight.”

Smoke’s voice dropped to a growl. “I’ll protect what’s mine… even if it kills me.”

You swallowed hard, knowing the words were as much a threat as a promise.

The room grew heavy with silence, the cracks between you all deeper than any raid could reach.

The club was closing, but no one had gone home.

Not tonight.

Bo Chow stood in the middle of the security hallway, headset on, calmly directing bodies like a battlefield general. The way he moved, it was clear — this wasn’t his first time handling something dirty. Probably not even his tenth.

“Stack, check the alley cameras. Smoke, run the register logs for inconsistencies. I want every exit guarded. Nobody leaves unless I say so.”

You stood near the dressing room door, watching as girls scrambled to grab cash, stash stashes, or just stay out of the way.

Bo looked over at you briefly, nodding once — like he remembered the history between you and the twins. But now wasn’t the time for drama.

“This is cleanup. Not a war,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Just then—

THUD.

Everyone froze.

And then — a loud groan.

———

Delta Slim had completely wiped out at the end of the hallway, tangled in a crate of cheap vodka bottles. One bottle rolled toward Smoke’s feet. A silence fell.

And then Stack actually snorted.

Delta groaned dramatically from the floor. “Shit! I’m too old for clubs , and surprise SWAT visits. I shoulda been a fuckin’ Uber driver.”

Annie burst out laughing. Even Mary cracked a reluctant smile.

But Bo Chow didn’t.

He walked over, helped Delta up, and then crouched where the crate had fallen — his sharp eyes spotting something just under the broken bottles: a burn phone, hidden.

He picked it up slowly.

Stack stepped forward, expression darkening. “That’s not ours.”

Bo powered it on.

One number in the recent calls.

Blocked.

But the last message said just one word:

“Remmick.”

The room went still again.

Bo looked up at all of you, voice like steel.

“This wasn’t a random cop tip. This was a setup.”

Smoke’s fist tightened. Stack’s face was stone.

And you?

Your stomach dropped.

Remmick hadn’t disappeared.

He’d just been waiting.

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Five years ago.

The strip club was different back then — smaller, grittier, just a few flickering signs and a lot of sweat holding the walls together. The twins were on the rise, young and reckless, hungry to turn dirty money into an empire.

You had just started — still new, still pretending it was just “for now.” Mary was fresh off the bus, and Annie? Already jaded, already laughing too loud to keep from crying.

And then came Remmick.

Tall. Smooth. Dressed like he came from money but talked like he came from war.

He showed up one night in a sleek, black coat, no entourage, just a single woman on his arm — the kind you couldn’t tell was a girlfriend, a bodyguard, or bait.

He watched from the VIP booth for hours, drinking water. Just water.

That’s what made Stack curious.

Smoke, on the other hand, didn’t like him from the jump.

“He don’t blink,” Smoke muttered to you. “Anyone that still can stare through strobe lights without flinching? That ain’t human.”

But Remmick didn’t force his way in.

He was… polite.

Charming.

He offered the twins a loan. Quiet. No pressure. No name on paper. “Just a helping hand,” he said, with a smile that felt like a wolf in silk gloves.

They took it. Money like that, back then, was salvation.

But salvation always comes with a leash.

And now?

Now it’s tightening.

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Back to Present Day

In the cold, buzzing quiet of the post-raid lockdown, Bo Chow tossed the burner phone onto the table.

“So,” he said, locking eyes with each of you. “Someone’s feeding Remmick from the inside.”

Stack didn’t move.

Smoke’s eyes narrowed.

Mary stiffened in the corner.

Annie leaned against the wall, chewing gum like a fuse waiting to be lit.

Bo looked at you last.

And his voice cut deep.

“Who’s the mole?”

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The hotel suite was penthouse level — sleek, sterile, cold. The kind of place that said, I have money, and no intention of sleeping.

The window stretched from floor to ceiling, revealing the city like a broken glass puzzle. Below, the club was just another neon smear.

Remmick stood barefoot on the marble floor, shirt unbuttoned, sipping something dark from a crystal glass.

The door behind him opened softly.

“You’re late.”

The informant stepped inside, face shadowed by a hoodie, hands tucked into the sleeves. The energy was jumpy. Nervous.

Remmick didn’t turn.

“You bring me anything useful?”

A pause. Then: “The cops were just a warning shot. Bo Chow’s onto the phone.”

Remmick smiled.

“I expected more.”

“I gave you names. I gave you entry points. You said no one would get hurt.”

“I said no one important.”

The informant tensed. “This wasn’t part of the deal.”

Remmick finally turned, eyes like winter storm clouds. “Oh, sweetheart — there are no deals in this world. Only delays.”

A tense silence.

Then Remmick stepped close — too close — and reached into the hoodie pocket, retrieving something without asking.

A folded picture.

Of you.

“Still chasing her ghost, are they?”

The mole flinched. “It’s not like that.”

Remmick smirked. “Oh, it always is.”

He looked down at the photo. “They’ll destroy each other over her. All I have to do is wait.”

He waved the informant toward the door like an afterthought. “Go. Before you’re missed.”

The door clicked shut behind them.

And Remmick?

He just sipped his drink.

Waiting.

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