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(5) EverMoore | Elijah “Smoke” Moore
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Smoke left early that morning. That was life with Smoke on most days.
When he did sleep over, the fairytale never lasted past sunrise. The side of where he lay dormant was always pressed neatly when Ryan woke up.
Ryan threw the duvet over her warm body. She glanced at the time displayed on the digital alarm clock. It was mid morning.
Elijah had to have texted her by now.
“Busy til tonight. Left something on your counter.”
Like clockwork.
She took her time. The peace lily wilted near the window. She watered the plant but Ryan’s mind drifted to another place.
Smoke bought this plant. Well, Elijah had bought the plant. Ryan smiled at the not so distant memory.
She was drunk at the state fair, spending much more money on fair games than previously expected.
Elijah would fork over a few singles each time her desperate attempts were made. It went on for a while until the guy offered her the peace lily on the back of his pickup truck in exchange for her going home.
“Deal.” Smoke decided way before Ryan could think of anything else to say.
So she walked with a satisfied smile of a woman who finally won… something?
The sound of a distant car alarm broke her daze. The peace lily was watered and she still knew what awaited.
She did her routine normally, if normally meant two times slower.
She watched her facial expressions when she washed her face. Taking in every inch of the face reflecting to her.
How did this come to be?
Ryan rinsed her face gently. The assortment of creams and serums beamed from their place on the sink.
As Ryan ghosted over the ingredients listed on her daily moisturizer, she knew that she was bullshittin’. The ingredients were the same as the last time she bought it and the same as the time before that.
Ryan took a deep breath, grounding herself up against the pearl sink. She’d watered the plants, washed her face, brushed her teeth, and took her vitamins.
Time to face the music.
It was the end of the month. Elijah liked to think ahead. Every. Single. Month.
On her counter held a small white envelope with the thickness of a fresh pack of cheese. She didn’t need to look inside to know what its contents were. Real bills, various $20s, $50s, and $100s totaling around double the cost of her rent and monthly expenses.
Ryan sighed, scooting the envelope to the furthest distance from her.
What type of friend did that?
Maybe A stars, celebrities. How many normal friends gave you an allowance?
She drafted a response.
“Elijah I do work. You know that right?”
“How can you afford this?”
“How come you never take it back?”
All the questions she’s asked before but were consistently devalued. She erased the message and accepted the loss of this battle.
The sound of the Keurig startled Ryan out of her thoughts. As she poured herself a cup of coffee she felt the warmth of Elijah again.
She remembered how safe she’d felt with her head against his chest, against his heart.
Then she remembered what she said last night and groaned. Sure she loved Elijah and he loved her, but saying it last night? She hoped that he hadn’t heard it.
The coffee was still hot when her phone skittered across the granite. Elijah.
"What you doing today?" His voice was a low rumble.
"Just a few errands," Ryan said, favoring her better leg. "The fridge is looking pathetic."
"I’ll take you out," he interrupted. "Be there in twenty."
“Shit.” Ryan exhaled and walked as fast as she could to her to change her clothes.
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True to his word, his engine vibrated outside her door exactly nineteen minutes later. When Ryan hobbled out, Elijah was leaning against the passenger door, his jaw tight as he watched her limp.
He didn't say a word, but his eyes tracked every pained movement. He practically lifted her into the seat.
"I told you I needed groceries," she muttered as he drove in the opposite direction of the market.
"No. You need to eat. You don't need to be limping through aisles," he said firmly. "Order 'em tomorrow. I'll pick 'em up."
He took her to a quiet bistro and sat on the opposite side of the booth. Elijah leaned back, his eyes finally catching up to her. "You wasn’t gon’ tell me you were going out?"
"I didn't think it was a big deal Smoke.” She sighed out.
“Everything’s a big deal when it comes to you Ryan.” He admitted from behind his glass of water.
“Here you go Elijah. This crazy talk. J-just take me home. I’m not hungry anymore.” She sat the burger down back on under plate with more force than necessary.
“Don’t start Ryan.” He quietly warned. “You get mad at me every month and you know it’s coming. Just accept it.” He grumbled.
“Just accept it? Elijah, who the fuck are you talking to?” Ryan’s words cut through him by the hint of shock on his face.
He didn’t say anything for a while but his eyes never looked away from her. He seen the fire begin to dim and the way that her arms shook before she crossed them.
He sat more bills on the table than the tab required then stood up.
Ryan stood up more hesitantly, her body scooting out of the booth slowly. She had only seen him silence himself a few times before and it was intimidating each time.
The walk back to the car seemed longer than the sixty second walk that it was. She could almost sink into the cement on the ground.
Still, he opened the passenger seat and helped her into his truck. Ryan’s heartbeat thumped harder at the sight of him rounding the car. His face was plastered with his usual frown, but it was usually dissolved when it came to her.
They drove for two miles before Ryan had to the courage to look at him. His focus was straight ahead. She hadn’t even been able to focus on the road. It was then that she realized that she had no idea where they were headed.
The faint smell of sandy water hit Ryan’s nose before she could even see the beach. This was her calming spot. She came here a lot when she felt overwhelmed or anxious.
She cursed Elijah out and he brought her here.
How could she not be in love with her best friend when he seen through her like a glass bottle?
Not thinking, Ryan opened the car door and jumped out of the truck, landing wobbly on her bad ankle.
She felt the cool sensation of the car door on her back before she could process what was happening. Elijah had her pinned to the passenger side door.
“Do you touch doors when I’m near you?” It was the first time he spoke in twenty five minutes.
“No.” She whispered breathlessly, her eyes wide.
“You cursing at me. You forgetting the rules. What’s up with you?” He didn’t let her go. His eyes demanded the truth and it wasn’t something that Ryan was ready to reveal.
“I didn’t know that we had rules ‘Lijah.” Her tone soft against his chest.
His nostrils flared but he didn’t say anything else. He searched her eyes once more before letting her go.
“You do.” He said confidently. “You just don’t like that they exist.”
Ryan’s eyes watered. She stopped fighting and just looked at him, exhausted.
“The rules are there so you don't have to talk to me, right?” Ryan’s voice cracked, the salt air stinging her eyes as they began to water.
“Because as long as I'm following 'the rules,' we don't have to talk about why you're really in my bed every night."
Elijah lets out a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly at her words.
“Ryan—“
“No!” She cut him off. “It’s the truth, Elijah. Admit it. It’s why you won’t tell me where you and Elias dip off to every night.” She looked up at him, her vision blurring, but she didn’t blink.
“It’s why I’m the only person you tolerate next to your brother,” she whispered, her voice trembling but certain. “You’ve built this whole world of ‘rules’ just to keep me at a distance where you can see me, but I can’t touch the real you. You’re terrified of what happens if the rules break, aren't you?”
Elijah starred down at her, for the first time his stare wasn’t completely blank. His own eyes were glossy and his hands couldn’t stop trembling if he truly wanted them to.
His face dropped to Ryan’s, his lips hovering over hers. He didn’t claim her immediately, his head and his heart not in agreement.
“I-I keep you safe Ry.” His eyes following Ryan’s gaze trying to avoid his.
“Bullshit.” She countered, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Me and ‘Lias don’t always play fair and I owe you nothing but a soft life.” He admitted. “I just ain’t right Ry.”
Ryan had never heard him speak of himself with such despair. It twisted her heart to hear him say such things.
“Elijah you’re the only man that I know that’ll rewrap my ankle at 2AM.” She pushed.
“You’re the only one that I can depend on to pick up the phone when I’m overwhelmed.” She followed, her hands softly reaching out to touch his face.
“‘Lijah you’re the only right in my life.” Her hands traced his jawline. “You’re the best person I know.”
He leaned into her grip as she spoke. He didn’t feel like he needed to be who the world expected him to be right here. He didn’t have to pretend when the only woman he’s ever loved spoke so highly of him.
When it was clear that neither of them had anything else to say, Elijah slowly pulled away from Ryan. He stared at her for a few moments before taking her hand into his own hand.
They walked toward the chairs in silence. Elijah went to help Ryan into the chair to the left of him, but she shook her head.
Taking a powerful assumption, Ryan didn’t move toward the empty seat. Instead, she stayed rooted in front of him, her shadow stretching over his boots. Elijah’s jaw worked for a second, his gaze dropping to her injured ankle before he let out a deep breath.
He sat first, his large frame sinking into the chair. Without needing a word of instruction, he reached out, his hands finding her waist and hoisting her upward. Ryan settled onto his lap, her weight shifting as she tucked her good leg under her and let the injured one hang loose.
Elijah leaned back, his arms coming around her to cradle her body against his chest, shielding her from the ocean breeze.
Ryan could feel the steady, thumping cadence of his heart against her ear. It was slower now, grounding her.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered into the fabric of his shirt, her voice small against the never ending waves.
“For spazzing. For the things I said earlier.”
Elijah didn’t look down. He just tightened his grip slightly, his thumb tracing a slow, circle on her hip. He waved a hand dismissively, the words forgiven.
“You get antsy when you hide Ryan. I always see you though.”
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(4) EverMoore | Elijah “Smoke” Moore
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The night was breezy. It was perfect time for drinks and laughs with the girls. But the conversations between Ryan’s friends would halt when they got eyes on Smoke.
He intimidated everyone. Most of the time he was not intentionally stirring up anxiety, but he knew that it worked in his favor in many ways.
His eyes sat low behind his designer glasses. He drove slowly as they approached valet, one hand steering the truck into place.
He turned his head to face Ryan seeking to test her temp before they entered the crowded club.
His eyes darkened behind his shades at the sight of a purple waistcoat rounding his truck.
One of the valet workers had reached for Ryan’s door. He had beaten Elijah to a job that was only rightfully his. In his car.
Smoke kissed his teeth at the sight of the man holding Ryan’s hand. She offered him a small smile, practically feeling his discontent.
She’d smoothed down the hem of the black bandage dress. Elijah was already sizing the worker up as they approached the curve. The younger man stepped back and allowed Elijah to enter her space.
Ryan, completely oblivious to the encounter, checked her messages to inquire if her friends were already there.
Smoke didn't grab her hand like the worker did. Instead, his palm settled firmly against the small of her back, right where the fabric of the dress met the curve of her spine. Not enough to be holding her but enough that no one else would get the chance to.
The bass hit them before they even cleared the velvet ropes. The lounge was a hazy mix of blue light and varieties of smoke. Elijah’s hold tightened as he leaned forward.
“Your friends here?” His voice was raspy, the way that Ryan secretly loved. It only got like that when he was around irritants or when he was sick.
She blinked a few times, as if the flutters were going to dismantle the thoughts she’d been having.
“Yeah. Straight ahead.”
Elijah let her lead the way, preferring the way his presence moved the crowd. He could catch a body tonight if someone stepped on her already injured ankle.
In excitement Ryan’s pace slowly quickened, leaving Smoke with a little more space than he’d prefer.
That’s when it happened.
Bright red top, mini skirt, bud light in hand. Then she spoke, “I didn’t know that NBA players came here.”
Smoke’s eyes barely grazed the woman from behind his glasses. His hand ultimately gripped Ryan so hard that she stopped to turn around, fully prepared to tell him off.
Her eyes didn’t land on Elijah. They took in the scene in front of her. A visibly uncomfortable Elijah and a very desperate woman.
The woman followed Smoke’s gaze and shifted to Ryan. She’d done a double take.
“Well, shit girl! Hold him close. I didn’t know.”
Ryan nodded, her tone stale, “Noted.”
She took his hand and guided him to the section with her friends. She was so stunned by the thought of the woman trying to pull Elijah… with a fucking beer in her hand. But to have that confidence? Good for her.
Her thoughts greyed when she realized that her hand was pulsating. She was still holding Elijah’s hand and he didn’t care.
True to their words, her girls were at the far end of the marble bar, their silhouettes illuminated by the amber glow of the back-lit bottles.
Melanie and Kya, good friends since college, stood once Ryan was in their line of sight. Both women had paused once they noticed the familiar silhouette towering her.
“R-Ryan! You look great!” Kya’s eyes flickered from Ryan’s dress to Smoke’s eyes and once more.
“Smoke. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Meanie teased, her arms wrapping around Ryan.
“Long story short, I sprained my ankle and couldn’t drive alone.” Ryan sped through the acknowledgment of Elijah, silently pleading for them to let it go.
“Ladies.” Smoke nodded. He sat one chair away from them, allowing them a sense of faux privacy.
Once they deemed him out of earshot the real conversation began.
Kya leaned in, eyes darting from Ryan’s black dress to the silent, imposing man ‘not watching’ them from behind dark lenses.
She nudged Ryan’s shoulder with a loading smirk.
"Damn, Ry," Kya yelled over the beat. "Since when you can’t come outside being sexy without him?”
Melanie laughed, her eyes turning to Smoke’s direction. Ryan felt the heat creep up her neck, her mind flashing back to the way his arms had felt wrapped around her this morning.
“No guys seriously,” she huffed. “Jas’ trip is next month and I really sprained my ankle working out for it.”
“Un huh.” Melanie squinted. “Let’s take relationships off the list of things we need to catch up on. Ryan and Smoke? Still going strong.”
Ryan groaned into her hands as Kya checked off an invisible box.
“I need a drank!” Ryan flagged the bartender.
The ginger placed a tall glass in front of her, lemons framing the glass.
“Long island iced tea with four lemons.” She smiled at Ryan, legs already moving across the floor.
“Hey how’d you—“
The bartender winked in Elijah’s direction who remained quiet as he looked the other way.
“Kya check that shit off the list twice.”
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The liquor was doing its job, two long islands later, Ryan was lit. She was leaned against the bar, laughing at a story Melanie was telling, her head tilted back as she enjoyed the rare feeling of being completely free.
Then, the story suddenly didn’t sound so funny.
Before she could fully grasp the shift, she felt the heat of him. Elijah leaned down, his chest brushing her shoulder as he brought his head level with hers. Everything seemed to go mute for a second, the heavy bass of the club muffled by his proximity.
“You good?”
His voice had that low, velvet rasp again right against her ear, vibrating through her skin and her inner thighs.
It was dark, intoxicating, and its proximity made Ryan feel delirious. Ryan’s eyes fluttered shut involuntarily. The sensation of his breath against her neck made her knees weak in a way the alcohol couldn't account for.
She let out a soft, shaky breath and nodded, her head rolling slightly toward him.
“Yeah,” she breathed, finally opening her eyes to find him watching her.
Elijah didn’t pull back. He stayed right there, his hand coming up to rest on the bar on either side of her, effectively boxing her in.
“You’re tipsy,” he noted. It wasn't a reprimand, it was more of an observation.
His eyes slowly lowered down to her legs, watching the way she shifted pressure on each foot.
“And you’re putting too much weight on your ankle. You leaning.”
Ryan pouted, the alcohol making her feel smaller than she normally would.
She turned in the small space he’d created, her chest nearly touching his. “I’m fine, Eli. I’m having fun. Try it.”
Ryan rolled her eyes, but the defiance was thin, melting under the sheer gravity of him. As he leaned in, his frame effectively erasing the rest of the club, the height difference became an unspoken command.
Without even realizing it, she tilted her chin up, exposing the line of her throat in a way that was purely submissive, a silent acknowledgement that in this space, he was the one setting the tempo.
"Fine, Elijah. Order me a water. Sober me up.” she murmured, her voice a little breathier than she intended. "If that’s what you want.”
Elijah didn’t move immediately. He lingered in her space for a heartbeat longer, his shades reflecting the strobe lights while his focus remained locked on her flushed face.
He was silently satisfied with the surrender, he finally gave a single, slow nod and eased back just enough to give her room to breathe, though his presence still hovered like a shadow.
He didn't look at the bartender, but he raised one hand, two fingers extended in a sharp, quiet signal that didn't need words. It was the move of a man used to getting the world without asking.
The girls had snuck off to the bathroom to presumably talk about Ryan and Smoke. Their composure fractured as soon as Smoke boxed Ryan in.
The awkward tension was a mercy when her friends finally came out of the restrooms. It was Melanie who was the first to check her watch and admit that she was beat.
Ryan felt a wave of internal relief so sharp it made her dizzy. She hugged her both women, exchanging the usual "text me when you get home and I mean it" promises, but her mind was already halfway out the door.
As they moved through the exit, the bass began to fade, replaced by the cooler, crisper night air. Elijah didn't let up. He led her through the crowd with a hand firmly back on her waist, his body acting as a silent prow that parted the sea of people.
Elijah handed the ticket to the attendant without a word, then stepped back to wait with her. He stood closer than he had at the bar. Ryan looked down at her feet, her ankle finally starting to throb again now that the adrenaline was dipping.
“You're limping worse," Elijah observed. His voice was low, raspy just how she liked it.
"It’s fine, Eli. I just need to lie down.” she grunted, though she didn't pull away when he pulled flush against him, effectively stopping her from holding her own weight.
He scanned the line of cars. "You're stubborn and like to stress me out.”
This time, as the valet climbed out, Elijah moved with a purpose that didn't leave room for anyone else to touch the door. He stepped in, his hand catching the handle before the attendant could even reach for it.
He held it open, his body shielding the interior from the street. "Get in," he said softly.
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The drive back was a blur of streetlights from Ryan’s perspective. The long island’s were beginning to feel like a bad decision. Though the faint smell of Elijah’s cologne grounded her.
His eyes glanced at her several times, partially because of his concern that she’d throw up in his car. He drove a little faster.
Once inside her home, the routine took over in a way that they’d never voice aloud.
With assistance, Ryan moved through her bathroom, she smiled at Elijah then closed the door, shushing him when he started to ask if she was okay.
The sound of running water echoed through the quiet. She tried to scrub away the way Elijah’s hand on her waist made her feel, or the way they held hands, and the thought of him sleeping with her tonight. Again.
She pulled on an oversized t-shirt and sat on the toilet lid. Her ankle was practically pulsating now that the adrenaline was gone. It was a mean colorful now too.
When she stepped out, Elijah was already waiting by the door, his shades gone, his expression unreadable.
He helped her into the bed, pulling her feet from the ground and into his arms. As much as she’d deny it aloud she wasn’t shocked at all. He sat her down gently in bed and handed her the remote, turning off the bedroom light on his way to the bathroom.
Ryan used the remote to search for the familiar yellow family. The Simpsons had been her comfort show for years. A few minutes later, the bathroom light cut out.
Elijah settled into his side of the bed. He slid back into the sheets, the familiar dip of the mattress pulling them toward the center. For a long moment, they just lay there, staring at the only thing breaking the silence.
Slowly, without a word, Elijah shifted.
He didn't ask; he just moved, his arm finding its way back around her waist, drawing her closer. This was their new normal.
Ryan let out a long, shaky breath, her body instinctively molding to his. Her heavy lids finally began to win the battle, the safety of his grip bringing on the sleep that she was fighting.
Elijah’s chin rested just above her head. He stared into the darkness, his jaw tight, his pulse steady but strong where it pressed against her shoulder. He knew this crossed some type of boundary between the two of them, but he wasn’t strong enough to care. Not when she stretched in her sleep and found herself closer than before.
“I love you Elijah.” She whispered before her body went limp.
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(3) EverMoore | Elijah “Smoke” Moore
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The blaring ringing of Ryan’s phone halted her midday nap. She didn’t glance at the screen before swiping the screen.
“Hello?” Voice groggy, face frowned.
“I’m outside.” Elijah grumbled from the other side of phone. “I texted you.”
“Where’s your key Eli?” She mumbled, wiping the tear from her left eye. Ever since she was a child her eyes would water every time she was jolted awake suddenly. She tried to keep that away from everyone.
“In Stack’s car. I’ll get ‘em later.” He paused. “You okay?” He listened to sheets being thrown back and his breathing evened when he heard her feet paddling to the front door.
“Hey.” She mumbled as she swung the door open.
Elijah sized her up. Taking in the plumpness of her sleepy face, her hair fighting to spill out of the scrunchie, and her pajamas wrinkled as could be.
Beautiful.
“You can go back to sleep. Didn’t mean to wake you up Sleeping Beauty.” He smirked.
“Come on.” She yawned. He stepped in, locked the door and followed Ryan in the familiar direction.
Ryan’s room was decorated in collectables from over the years. Sea shells, limited collaborations, fake plants, and the artwork that she worked diligently on. Soft pink curtains, carpeted floors, large white blanket, but underneath lied the infamous sheets.
Elijah took his shoes off and lined them neatly near hers. Slowly slipped out of the pants he’d been wearing to the layer of shorts underneath. Similarly stripped down to the tank underneath his shirt.
Ryan gulped down a few sips of water before sliding back into the sheets. “You know when you start dating again this’ll looks bad.”
Elijah paused from his hands tying his durag. “What made you say that?” He turned around to look at her.
She shrugged her shoulders. “Just thinking I guess.” She yawned once more.
Elijah entered the bed, usually keeping his distance, but decided to press it further.
“Maybe it’s time for you to stop thinking. Talking crazy again.” his arms folded around her body, shifting her impossibly closer. He tucked his head over hers and he felt the fight leave her body.
She drew small circles around his arms until she gave in to her heavy lids. Elijah’s grip remained strong as he went into deep thought.
When he starts dating again.
He couldn’t remember that last time he was involved with anyone else other than a thoughtless gesture. He’d hold doors open, carry groceries, but he wasn’t taking numbers down. He wasn’t sure when he would want to.
He’d told himself a thousand times that this, whatever this was, didn’t mean anything. That it was just familiarity. Loyalty. Habit.
But familiarity isn’t supposed to make your pulse kick like this when your best friend shifts closer in her sleep.
Ryan’s body fit against him like it had always known where to go.
He swallowed hard and stared up at the faint shadow her ceiling fan cast across the room. He should move his arm. He should put some distance between them before his thoughts went too far.
Time slipped in and out of focus. The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the air vent and the slow cadence of her breathing.
At some point, Elijah’s eyes grew heavy. He told himself he’d stay awake a little longer, just to make sure she didn’t stir or hurt herself again.
But the weight of the day started to pull at him. His arm, once draped protectively around her, began to relax, until he was lying flat on his back, one hand still resting lightly against her hip.
Ryan stirred. A soft noise, something between a sigh and a hum, escaped her lips. She shifted, chasing warmth even in sleep, her cheek brushing against his chest.
Elijah froze.
Her palm rested over his heart now, the steady thump of it echoing between them. Her breath fanned against his shirt, hot and soft, smelling faintly of vanilla and coconut.
He didn’t move. Couldn’t.
If he breathed too loud, it’d break whatever this was, and Elijah didn’t know if he wanted that.
Her weight settled, light but certain, like she’d been sleeping there for years. The sound of her breathing synced with his own until he couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended.
His mind whispered all the reasons this shouldn’t happen, the lines they’d drawn, the friendship they’d protected, the history that could crumble under a single mistake.
But his heart didn’t care about any of that.
He tilted his head slightly, just enough to look at her, her lips parted against the fabric of his shirt, her brows relaxed.
And for the first time in a long while, Elijah Moore, protector of everyone, let himself rest.
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The intimacy between Ryan and Elijah was long forgotten by the time Ryan’s sleep was interrupted.
“Girlll. You better be up!!”
Now the silence that followed was less peaceful.
Elijah was draped over the corner of the couch, one arm stretched along the backrest, the other hand thumbing through his phone. To anyone else, he looked like a man handling business, sharp, detached.
But his focus was a total lie. He was hyper-aware of the floor-length mirror three feet away and the way Ryan’s silhouette kept fracturing the light. He was no better than a moth to a flame.
The black bandage dress clung to Ryan like a second skin, the fabric compressing her curves into a jaw dropping form. Her hair was pulled half-up, half-down, exposing the her neck, the same place where her pulse had been erratic against his chest just a few hours ago.
Every time she shifted to adjust a strap or check her makeup, the dress casually rode up, and Elijah’s thumb would freeze on the screen.
She was already talking crazy, but dressing crazy too? Elijah’s breathing wavered.
He wasn't just watching her; he was completely starring. The way her muscles tensed, the way she looked like a dream he hadn’t quite woken up from yet. It made the "familiarity" he'd spoken to himself feel like a joke.
No, worse. Delusion.
Ryan tried to pivot in the chunky black boots, but her injured ankle buckled just enough to make her breath hitch. She caught herself on the nearby stool, a small wince tightening her features.
Elijah didn’t look away from her aching body, his voice dropping, heavy with a territorial weight. "I hope you know I ain’t letting you go out there and fall all by yourself."
Ryan paused, her hand still hovering over her ankle. "Eli, I’m fine. I just missed my footing—"
"Na." He declared sucking his teeth." You one step away from a full body cast. Imma just drive you there."
"You don't even have clothes!" she countered, gesturing to his joggers and fitted tank top. "You didn’t even put your shirt back on!"
Elijah stood up, the height of him suddenly making the living room feel much smaller. He didn't respond. He just grabbed his keys off the coffee table. "Grab your purse Ry.”
Ryan pouted, a small, frustrated huff escaping her lips, but she didn't fight him. She knew that tone was final. Even though it blurred her understanding of their dynamic, Ryan just didn’t put up much of a fight when he got like that.
Maybe, deep down, underneath dozen layers of denial, rested the truth. She liked when he was stern, especially when it came to decisions concerning her.
Ryan coated herself in one more layer of body spray before resting the bottle near the mirror. She gathered her things and limped toward the door, Elijah trailing a half-step behind her like a shadow. Like he always did.
When they reached his truck, she didn't reach for the handle. She stood by the passenger side, shifting her weight onto her good foot, waiting.
Elijah stepped close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him. He reached past her to open the door. He didn't talk, just helped her slide in, his hand lingering on the frame until she was settled.
The drive was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the gaps where words should have been. The quiet music filling in the background noise. He didn't head toward the club; he took the familiar turns toward his building.
When he pulled into his spot, he left the engine running and the AC blowing.
"Five minutes," he said, his eyes meeting hers for a split second before he disappeared into the lobby.
Ryan nodded then swallowed. She hadn’t even thought about telling her friends that Elijah was coming. That Smoke was coming.
True to his word, he was back before the next song on the radio finished. But the man who climbed back into the driver's seat wasn't her best friend who just took a nap with her nap. This was Smoke.
He’d changed into a crisp white tee, perfect fitting denim, not too damn tight nor falling off his ass.
As he settled in, a wave of his scent hit her something dark, and dangerously intoxicating. The familiar cologne forced Ryan to look away. She stared out the side window, but she could still see him in the reflection, the glint of his gold chain, his muscles, those damn muscles.
Elijah shifted the car into gear but didn't pull out. He waited. He turned his head, staring at her until she was forced to meet his gaze. His eyes traveled from her lips up to her eyes, slow and deliberate, before he let out a slow breath and licked his lips.
"Ready?" he asked, the word vibrating in the quiet car.
Ryan nodded, her voice momentarily lost.
"Cool," finally they pulled out toward the neon lights of the city.
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EverMoore | Elijah “Smoke” Moore”
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
hey queen, will we be getting another “have ya babies” chapter😓
Yes I just be losing my mind and don’t wanna kill off my characters 😀
smoke x avoidant reader
- doesn’t realize your issues with attachment until he has to leave for a business trip and you aren't clingy or emotional at his departure at all, it kinda throws him off, he's used to the women around him being emotional open
- Smoke shows his affections through actions which really left a good impression on you, after seeing him actively follow through and show up for you, he noticed your behavior start to change, you were warming up to him
- When he finally gets the chance to hold you, he doesn’t let go
- he quietly made it his mission to make you comfortable with him, he likes people needing him, especially the people he cares about
- smoke needs motivation to say vulnerable things, seeing your avoidant behavior slightly change for the better gives him that motivation he needs, his words always leave a heavy feeling in your chest
- “You think i’m gonna give up? you're the girl of my dreams”
- “I’m so serious about us, I want you and only you”
- “Do you wanna come with me? it’ll be just me and you”
- Now if you mention his mushy phrases in the presence of his brother he will give you a mean side-eye (good luck with the consequence lol)
Ch16 | The Piteous Life of Dr. Stevens' New Wife
Killmonger AU
Created By: Erikftglitter
“Kari are you sure you just don’t want to fly?” Erik asked as he gathered her luggage. The bus was one hell of a journey and it didn’t calm his nerves. He’d rather her be on a strict, safe flight, one that could be done rather quickly.
“I’ve never flown before.” Kari admitted. “I thought about it but the bus ticket was included.” She shrugged her shoulders. She was just focusing on not tearing up in front of him.
Being newly engaged and having to leave felt horrible. Excruciating actually. She was already anxious about traveling, but now she was anticipating the separation anxiety.
As if Erik could he read her mind he took her hand and kissed it. “I’m so happy that you’re doing this baby.”
The validation in Erik’s tone soothed her nerves.
“I’m going to miss you.” Kari whispered softly. She’d been more emotional than usual and Erik definitely was aware of it.
“I’ll be right here waiting for you to come back.” He titled her chin up to look at him. “Now stop crying.” He placed a gentle kiss on her pouted lips.
He glanced at her ring and felt that familiar tug in his chest, pulling at his usually cool heart. He felt a bit better about her leaving now that they were engaged. There was no need for people to ponder on her relationship status; she was preparing to a wife. His wife.
“You don’t want to come?” Kari asked, half joking but her eyes did hold hope.
“I’d come in a heartbeat Kitten. But you know that’s not on the offering table right now.” He sighed. Kill wouldn’t let her leave without him, but Erik was genuinely trying his best to not interfere.
It’s one weekend.
“Now come on I don’t need you missing your bus.” Erik got her suitcase out of his car first then opened the door for Kari.
“You call me for anything. You hear me?” He kissed her forehead, holding her tightly. This was harder than he expected it to be, especially when Kari’s eyes looked at him so sad. It was making him soft.
“Okay.” Kari spoke. This was a great accomplishment for her and she was doing this for the future of her school district. She couldn’t let her own emotions overshadow that.
“You forgetting something?” Erik narrowed his eyes at her. Even if he couldn’t bring himself to say it as often as she did, he looked forward to hearing it from Kari again and again.
“No?” Kari questioned. “I have my wallet. I packed extra everything and oh-! I love you.” She beamed. She watched Erik’s posture straighten and her eyes twinkled.
Erik stayed at the station until the bus took off. As the bus drove away from his view he heard the familiar voice in his head.
Why the fuck did you let her go?
Not today. He sat there, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles colored white and silenced his thoughts. He’d have to go back to silence until Kari was back home. It had only been five minutes and he was already triggered.
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When the bus finally arrived to Washington, Kari settled into the small hotel room with a quiet sigh, the weight of the day slowly lifting from her shoulders. She pulled out her phone and started recording a video, for her own archive but also for Erik.
“Okay, so first thing, I love this little bakery I found near my hotel. This was seriously the best lemon loaf I’ve ever eaten.” She smiled, holding up the yellow square for the camera.
“I bought a couple to take back, but honestly, I might eat them all before I leave.” Kari found herself wandering around and decided to end the video. Trying to ignore the feeling just made it worse.
Meanwhile, back at work, Erik’s usual calm composure was at risk. Without Kari around, the warmth that usually grounded him was wearing off. Kill was annoyed and everyone’s presence annoyed him.
Halfway through the evening, Erik’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen and saw Kari’s name. Without hesitation, he silently excused himself and walked towards one of the secluded areas.
He found himself calmer as he replayed the short video a few times. He made a mental note of Kari’s lemon loaf fixation. The video only teased his own fixation, his need to hear her voice. They needed to hear her voice.
That evening, Kari sat in the hotel room, practicing lines and questions for the meetings ahead. Her nerves had settled into a steady rhythm of preparation, each word rehearsed to perfection.
She whispered to herself, “How do you see the future of education evolving in this district? What are the biggest challenges you‘ll face?”
Her phone rang again. This time it was Erik calling from home.
“Listen,” he said, voice low but steady, “if anything feels off or you need anything, you call me immediately. I mean it.”
Kari smiled, touched by the concern behind his words. “I will. Thank you Erik.”
He chuckled softly. “Now show me that set you got before you left, Kitten.”
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I shortened this chapter due to the leading events that’ll be released on Wednesday/Thursday. Thank you for supporting this series even after the unexpected hiatus. This was my first series in years when it was first released and for that reason I am super possessive over its development. But I am also hypercritical as a growing writer. Kari & Erik will be less neglected and don’t forget that @eternalglitter is now my main blog, but this series will conclude on this blog! Love yall soooo much 💚
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♫ Have Ya Babies | Elijah “Smoke” Moore
(10) Girl, you know the drill, don't ask no questions, you already know..
♫ Now Playing: U Already Know - 112
a certified baby maker.
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The bass thumped heavy in the club, neon lights cutting across bodies as Stack stood in his section, gold chain catching every flash of light. A bottle sat half-drained in front of him, phone buzzing in his pocket, but his attention sharpened when a figure pushed through the crowd with intent.
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DJ.
The shooting forward’s frame was impossible to miss, broad shoulders, practiced confidence that screamed I know who I am. He stopped right in front of Stack, eyes hard, jaw set.
“Smoke,” DJ called, tone low but tight. “We need to talk.” His crew settled behind him.
Stack turned his head slowly, sipping from his glass before setting it down. His grin spread wide, he loved when this happened. Occasionally he and Smoke got mistaken for one another, not a big deal, but this?
This was his time to be an all star troll.
“You sure about that?” he asked, voice slick.
DJ ignored the deflection. “You know Aspen? Cause that’s forever my b—“
Stack tilted his head back and laughed. Loud, sharp, cutting. People nearby glanced over. This was better than he thought. Miss Miami was making niggas sweat in the club? He needed to meet her now.
“Oh, you bold,” Stack smiled, grill flashing. He stepped closer, lowering his voice just enough to sting, humor depleted. “Boy, I’ll make sure that ACL never works again if you ever pop up like this again talking crazy.”
The words hung in the air. DJ’s face hardened, but he stepped back, breathing slow, forcing himself to take the high road. The Moore twins weren’t like most industry executives, they had a very questionable reputation that made people leave them the fuck alone.
Stack smirked, finishing his drink. “Now enjoy your night, baller. You got the wrong twin. I ain’t even Smoke.”
“This Stack playboy.” All thirty two glimmering in the low light.
For a beat, DJ just stared. Processing. Embarrassment flickered in his eyes before he muttered, “I had too much to drink.”
“Yeah,” Stack said, dismissive, turning his back from him. “I think so too.” He didn’t even bother to look at DJ again.
DJ exhaled, jaw tight, and walked off through the crowd, shoulders tense.
Mad Ass.
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Stack tried to continue his night. His section was full of people, and the drinks being poured numbed his feelings. Tori miscarried and part of him blamed himself. Daddy always told himself he was bad luck.
He rubbed his face, adjusting his shades to keep his composure. DJ blew his high and he was reminded of who he should’ve been with in the first place.
His brother.
He quietly slipped out of the club, walked strategically to his tinted truck, and scrolled through his phone. He sat in his locked vehicle in silence as he searched for Elijah’s name. He hit FaceTime.
Smoke answered, dark background behind him. His voice groggy how it usually was when he woke up.
“Man we ten years old today and you ain’t out here celebrating.” Stack laughed at his brother who rubbed his tired eyes.
“Nigga sleep at 11PM. How lame.” He teased. Smoke sighed but Stack heard the sheets rustling signaling that he was getting out of bed.
Smoke closed the door to the extra bedroom gently, sure to not wake Aspen up. His body begged him to go back to sleep and cradle her, but he humored his brother.
“We got that brunch. You know I ain’t going to no damn club Stack.” He breathed, his face appearing in the low light of the night peeking through the window.
“Yeah yeah I know…. Why you in bed at 11 Elijah?” Stack’s eyes lowered. When he was met with silence he let out a deep chuckle. “I was actually calling you about her.”
Smoke’s eyes narrowed. “You calling me about my girl?”
Stack tried to hide his grin, “Your girl? When y’all get back cool?”
“Elias get to the point.” He urged, his fist already clinched, desperately trying to stop his tremor from spreading worse.
“Guess who I ran into tonight?” Stack started, grin still plastered on his face.
Smoke didn’t answer, just waited, that silence that demanded the truth.
“DJ,” Stack said, smirking. “Thought I was you. Tried to check me about Aspen.”
For the first time, Stack noticed how still his twin went on the screen. Eyes low, jaw set.
“Chill, I handled it,” Stack added quickly, shrugging. “Told him he had the wrong Moore. But man he was pressed..”
There was a pause. Heavy. Smoke’s voice finally came through, low, gravel-edged.
“He say anything else?” Smoke questioned, reaching for a bottle of water.
“Na. Told his ass to find something safe to do.” Stack shrugged. “You knew they had a thing going on?”
“I don’t ask questions about what I don’t care about.”
They exchanged a few more words before Smoke ended the call. Off to bed with his girl. The girl he just put to sleep.
Fuck what DJ talking about.
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The sunlight cut through the blinds in lazy stripes, landing on the mess of sheets tangled around Aspen’s legs.
Her eyes blinked open slowly, the warmth of the morning competing with a dull ache in her body. She groaned, stretching, and winced halfway through.
“Everything hurtsss,” she muttered into the pillow.
From somewhere near the window, a low chuckle answered. “That a complaint?”
Aspen turned her head. Elijah stood there, basketball shorts hanging low, coffee mug in hand, watching her with that steady, unreadable calm that always made her heart beat faster.
“I’m not complaining,” she said, voice scratchy. “I’m saying my body hurtsss.”
He took a sip of his coffee, the corner of his mouth lifting. “You begged me to do it.”
She threw him a look. “That didn’t mean I didn’t want to walk again
He crossed to the bed, setting the mug down on her nightstand. “You deserve a day off.”
Aspen frowned, pushing herself up on her elbows. “A day off from what? What you talking about Elijah?”
Elijah reached into his pocket and laid a small envelope beside her. “Go get a massage, a pedicure, something nice. Take ya friend.”
Her brows lifted. “You suggesting I let strangers touch me?”
He shrugged lightly, the smirk still playing at his mouth. “Better them than me. I’m gone make it worse.”
Aspen squinted at him, trying not to smile. “You’re not funny.”
He leaned down just enough that his voice brushed against her skin. “I wasn’t joking.”
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the warmth that crept up her neck. “You always this bossy after… celebrating?”
“Only for you.” He straightened, grabbing his mug again.
“I’ll help you up. Don’t want these bruises turning ugly.”
“Bruises?” she echoed, searching her body.
“You sweet as a peach, but ya bruise just as easily.”
Aspen laughed, mostly out of shock, Elijah’s aftercare was something else.
“Give me a kiss first.” She smiled softly at him. He sighed, though it held no fight, leaned down and kissed her slowly.
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Aspen stayed in bed for another ten minutes, staring at the ceiling. Elijah was in the shower and she still couldn’t find the motivation to move.
She glanced at the envelope Elijah placed in her hand. The spa logo was embossed in gold, the receipt neatly tucked inside — two appointments, prepaid, no note.
Typical Elijah. No explanation, just quiet direction.
She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and drafted a text to Adrienne.
you busy today?
Adrienne replied instantly, as always.
“Depends who’s asking!”
your sore, half-dead best friend.
“Sounds like somebodyyyy had a night 👀”
Just know I can’t move but pick you up in an hour?
“ooooh we’re doing rich girl errands today im getting out of bed now”
Aspen smiled to herself, setting the phone down. She moved slow getting ready, it’s not like she could move any faster. A hot shower, light makeup, and a matching set later she was ready to go.
Elijah kissed her before she had time to make it downstairs. He moved quickly, not rushed but definitely intentional. Leaving just a mug in the sink and his car flying out the driveway.
An hour later, Adrienne’s voice boomed through the the speaker in Aspen’s car. “Be right there!”
Adrienne wore a cute white dress with her hair pineappled on top of her head. As soon as she entered Aspen’s car she laughed.
“Giiiirl. Spill it!”
Aspen handed her the spa envelope. “Said I needed a day off.”
Adrienne grinned like she knew exactly what that meant. “Oh, he definitely did something to make you need one.”
Aspen rolled her eyes, fighting a smile. “Please stop.”
“Just one more question. Was it heavy?” She bit her lip, hiding her laugh.
“It was huge, Adri. Huge.” Aspen sighed dramatically. “Then he was all smug the next morning full of energy.”
“Told you that man wasn’t playing with you!” She cackled. “Finally! I’m glad he didn’t let you push him away.”
Aspen started to drive to the direction of the spa. She thought for a moment, “Yeah. Me too.”
When they arrived at the spa, marble floors, soft music, and white robes, she couldn’t stop thinking about the quiet way Elijah had spoken that morning. You need a day off.
It was gentle, but it also felt like he’d planned it long before she woke up.
Later, as they sat with cucumbers over their eyes and warm towels on their feet, Adrienne’s phone buzzed with a notification. She peeked at the screen and suddenly froze.
“Uh… girl.”
Aspen lifted the towel slightly. “What?”
Adrienne turned the phone toward her. It was a sports update — a photo from courtside.
Smoke and Stack, side by side at DJ’s game. Front row. Smiling for cameras like it was nothing.
Adrienne’s brows shot up. “You seen this?”
Aspen stared, the breath catching in her throat for half a beat. Then she set her towel back down, eyes on the ceiling.
“I’ve seen enough.”
She didn’t text Elijah about it.
She didn’t need to.
Something about the way he moved that morning suddenly made perfect sense.
He was marking his territory. She didn’t know if she was flattered or irritated.
“Excuse me? Can we please have more champagne.” Aspen asked from behind the towel, not bothering to remove it this time.
“Yes, coming right up.” The masseuse moved quickly.
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The energy in the arena was alive, camera flashes, the bass of the speakers vibrating through the floor, sneakers squeaking against the polished court.
Smoke sat stone-still, black shirt, expensive pants, one arm resting across his leg. Stack, on the other hand, was in his usual element, chain glinting, grin sharp, waving to people in the stands who shouted their names.
“You know you’re a menace, right?” Stack muttered, leaning toward his brother.
Smoke didn’t look away from the game. “You talk too much.”
Stack laughed, biting into a handful of popcorn. “I’m just saying. You could’ve picked any game to sit front row. Why this one?”
Smoke’s jaw flexed, the faintest twitch of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. “Building rapport.”
At halftime, a few players came over, quick daps, light conversation for the cameras. Stack played along, snapping a picture or two, while Smoke’s eyes tracked every movement on the court.
Then DJ jogged past. He locked eyes with Smoke instantly.
For half a second, he stopped mid-stride. His expression faltered just enough for Stack to notice. That was all it took.
Stack leaned back in his seat, watching DJ retreat to the tunnel. “And everybody thinks I’m the crazy one.”
Smoke sipped his water, eyes never leaving the court. “I didn’t say a word.”
“Didn’t have to,” Stack said, laughing. “Presence talks.”
When the buzzer sounded and the crowd erupted, both men stood. Cameras flashed again, twin silhouettes, clean, powerful, impossible to miss.
As they made their way toward the exit, Stack nudged him lightly. “How you explaining yourself out of this one? Where she at anyway?”
Smoke finally glanced at him, eyes unreadable. “Told her to buy something nice after her massage. So hopefully, shopping.”
Stack gave a short laugh. “You planned it all out. Huh?”
Smoke’s gaze lingered on the court one last time. “I always have a plan.”
“Don’t tell her it was my idea. I want to meet her on good terms.” Stack’s put his hands up. “When you bringing her around?”
“I don’t meet half of your girlfriends.” Smoke’s brows shifted in annoyance.
“‘Cause most of them weren’t my girlfriends dumbass,” he mocked. “You actually fuck with this girl. I wanna meet her.”
“Alright I’ll set something up. Just give me a minute.” And with a handshake and hug, the brothers separated.
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The house was mostly dark when Aspen stepped inside, the faint glow of recessed lights stretching across the floor.
She’d spent the afternoon unwinding, but her mind never quite stilled. The image of Elijah and Elias courtside played behind her eyes like a looped clip. He hadn’t texted, hadn’t said where he was going.
He was sitting on the couch when she found him. Black hoodie, gray sweats, a glass of whiskey resting on his thigh. TV low, volume barely audible.
“Hey,” she said softly.
He looked up, eyes taking her in, her hair pulled back, his hoodie draped over her matching set. His gaze lingered just long enough for her to feel it.
“How was the spa?” he asked, voice low, steady.
“Relaxing,” she said, moving closer. “Didn’t know self-care came with a receipt and a schedule.”
That earned a small smirk from him. “You needed it.”
She hesitated, standing in front of him. “You didn’t tell me you were going to the game.”
He didn’t flinch, didn’t break eye contact. “Wasn’t a big deal.”
Her brows lifted slightly. “For someone else it probably was. Huh?”
That made him pause. He set the glass down on the table, then leaned back. “You looked it up?”
Aspen folded her arms, tone careful. “Adrienne showed me. You and Elias weren’t exactly hard to miss.”
A long silence settled between them, heavy but not hostile. He didn’t try to defend himself.
Finally, she sighed. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Elijah’s eyes lifted to hers, the faintest glint of truth in them. “I did what I wanted.”
Aspen’s heartbeat ticked faster, irritation tangled with warmth and something that felt dangerously close to pride.
“Do you ever not control a situation?” she asked quietly.
He leaned forward then, elbows on his knees, the space between them charged. “When it comes to my heart? No.”
That silenced her.
Elijah reached out, sliding a hand along her thigh, pulling her just close enough to stand between his knees. “You mad at me?”
“I’m still thinking about it,” she said honestly.
His lips brushed the inside of her wrist, voice low. “Mhm lie better.”
She exhaled, fighting the way that his possession betrayed her usual logic. “You’re annoying.”
He stood, his body closing the distance between them effortlessly. “And you like annoying.”
She didn’t argue.
Instead, she let him roam. His hands found her hips, grounding her in that quiet way of his, no rush, no words. Just presence.
They didn’t talk about the game again.
Elijah made his claim publicly, or at least to DJ.
By the time he guided her to the couch and pulled her into him, the only thing that mattered was the weight of his arm around her and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her cheek.
“What you buy?” He asked glancing at the shopping bags she left at the front door.
“Just a few outfits.” She shrugged, not expecting his grip to tighten.
“Any dresses in there? He inquired, voice low. She could feel the fire in his words.
“No baby. No dresses.” She nuzzled into him further, not in the mood to argue.
Smoke grunted at that, making Aspen shift closer, if possible, to him.
“Good.”
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♫ Have Ya Babies | Elijah “Smoke” Moore
(10) Girl, you know the drill, don't ask no questions, you already know..
♫ Now Playing: U Already Know - 112
a certified baby maker.
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The bass thumped heavy in the club, neon lights cutting across bodies as Stack stood in his section, gold chain catching every flash of light. A bottle sat half-drained in front of him, phone buzzing in his pocket, but his attention sharpened when a figure pushed through the crowd with intent.
Dominick Reed - Lakers Shooting Forward
DJ.
The shooting forward’s frame was impossible to miss, broad shoulders, practiced confidence that screamed I know who I am. He stopped right in front of Stack, eyes hard, jaw set.
“Smoke,” DJ called, tone low but tight. “We need to talk.” His crew settled behind him.
Stack turned his head slowly, sipping from his glass before setting it down. His grin spread wide, he loved when this happened. Occasionally he and Smoke got mistaken for one another, not a big deal, but this?
This was his time to be an all star troll.
“You sure about that?” he asked, voice slick.
DJ ignored the deflection. “You know Aspen? Cause that’s forever my b—“
Stack tilted his head back and laughed. Loud, sharp, cutting. People nearby glanced over. This was better than he thought. Miss Miami was making niggas sweat in the club? He needed to meet her now.
“Oh, you bold,” Stack smiled, grill flashing. He stepped closer, lowering his voice just enough to sting, humor depleted. “Boy, I’ll make sure that ACL never works again if you ever pop up like this again talking crazy.”
The words hung in the air. DJ’s face hardened, but he stepped back, breathing slow, forcing himself to take the high road. The Moore twins weren’t like most industry executives, they had a very questionable reputation that made people leave them the fuck alone.
Stack smirked, finishing his drink. “Now enjoy your night, baller. You got the wrong twin. I ain’t even Smoke.”
“This Stack playboy.” All thirty two glimmering in the low light.
For a beat, DJ just stared. Processing. Embarrassment flickered in his eyes before he muttered, “I had too much to drink.”
“Yeah,” Stack said, dismissive, turning his back from him. “I think so too.” He didn’t even bother to look at DJ again.
DJ exhaled, jaw tight, and walked off through the crowd, shoulders tense.
Mad Ass.
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Stack tried to continue his night. His section was full of people, and the drinks being poured numbed his feelings. Tori miscarried and part of him blamed himself. Daddy always told himself he was bad luck.
He rubbed his face, adjusting his shades to keep his composure. DJ blew his high and he was reminded of who he should’ve been with in the first place.
His brother.
He quietly slipped out of the club, walked strategically to his tinted truck, and scrolled through his phone. He sat in his locked vehicle in silence as he searched for Elijah’s name. He hit FaceTime.
Smoke answered, dark background behind him. His voice groggy how it usually was when he woke up.
“Man we ten years old today and you ain’t out here celebrating.” Stack laughed at his brother who rubbed his tired eyes.
“Nigga sleep at 11PM. How lame.” He teased. Smoke sighed but Stack heard the sheets rustling signaling that he was getting out of bed.
Smoke closed the door to the extra bedroom gently, sure to not wake Aspen up. His body begged him to go back to sleep and cradle her, but he humored his brother.
“We got that brunch. You know I ain’t going to no damn club Stack.” He breathed, his face appearing in the low light of the night peeking through the window.
“Yeah yeah I know…. Why you in bed at 11 Elijah?” Stack’s eyes lowered. When he was met with silence he let out a deep chuckle. “I was actually calling you about her.”
Smoke’s eyes narrowed. “You calling me about my girl?”
Stack tried to hide his grin, “Your girl? When y’all get back cool?”
“Elias get to the point.” He urged, his fist already clinched, desperately trying to stop his tremor from spreading worse.
“Guess who I ran into tonight?” Stack started, grin still plastered on his face.
Smoke didn’t answer, just waited, that silence that demanded the truth.
“DJ,” Stack said, smirking. “Thought I was you. Tried to check me about Aspen.”
For the first time, Stack noticed how still his twin went on the screen. Eyes low, jaw set.
“Chill, I handled it,” Stack added quickly, shrugging. “Told him he had the wrong Moore. But man he was pressed..”
There was a pause. Heavy. Smoke’s voice finally came through, low, gravel-edged.
“He say anything else?” Smoke questioned, reaching for a bottle of water.
“Na. Told his ass to find something safe to do.” Stack shrugged. “You knew they had a thing going on?”
“I don’t ask questions about what I don’t care about.”
They exchanged a few more words before Smoke ended the call. Off to bed with his girl. The girl he just put to sleep.
Fuck what DJ talking about.
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The sunlight cut through the blinds in lazy stripes, landing on the mess of sheets tangled around Aspen’s legs.
Her eyes blinked open slowly, the warmth of the morning competing with a dull ache in her body. She groaned, stretching, and winced halfway through.
“Everything hurtsss,” she muttered into the pillow.
From somewhere near the window, a low chuckle answered. “That a complaint?”
Aspen turned her head. Elijah stood there, basketball shorts hanging low, coffee mug in hand, watching her with that steady, unreadable calm that always made her heart beat faster.
“I’m not complaining,” she said, voice scratchy. “I’m saying my body hurtsss.”
He took a sip of his coffee, the corner of his mouth lifting. “You begged me to do it.”
She threw him a look. “That didn’t mean I didn’t want to walk again
He crossed to the bed, setting the mug down on her nightstand. “You deserve a day off.”
Aspen frowned, pushing herself up on her elbows. “A day off from what? What you talking about Elijah?”
Elijah reached into his pocket and laid a small envelope beside her. “Go get a massage, a pedicure, something nice. Take ya friend.”
Her brows lifted. “You suggesting I let strangers touch me?”
He shrugged lightly, the smirk still playing at his mouth. “Better them than me. I’m gone make it worse.”
Aspen squinted at him, trying not to smile. “You’re not funny.”
He leaned down just enough that his voice brushed against her skin. “I wasn’t joking.”
She rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the warmth that crept up her neck. “You always this bossy after… celebrating?”
“Only for you.” He straightened, grabbing his mug again.
“I’ll help you up. Don’t want these bruises turning ugly.”
“Bruises?” she echoed, searching her body.
“You sweet as a peach, but ya bruise just as easily.”
Aspen laughed, mostly out of shock, Elijah’s aftercare was something else.
“Give me a kiss first.” She smiled softly at him. He sighed, though it held no fight, leaned down and kissed her slowly.
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Aspen stayed in bed for another ten minutes, staring at the ceiling. Elijah was in the shower and she still couldn’t find the motivation to move.
She glanced at the envelope Elijah placed in her hand. The spa logo was embossed in gold, the receipt neatly tucked inside — two appointments, prepaid, no note.
Typical Elijah. No explanation, just quiet direction.
She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and drafted a text to Adrienne.
you busy today?
Adrienne replied instantly, as always.
“Depends who’s asking!”
your sore, half-dead best friend.
“Sounds like somebodyyyy had a night 👀”
Just know I can’t move but pick you up in an hour?
“ooooh we’re doing rich girl errands today im getting out of bed now”
Aspen smiled to herself, setting the phone down. She moved slow getting ready, it’s not like she could move any faster. A hot shower, light makeup, and a matching set later she was ready to go.
Elijah kissed her before she had time to make it downstairs. He moved quickly, not rushed but definitely intentional. Leaving just a mug in the sink and his car flying out the driveway.
An hour later, Adrienne’s voice boomed through the the speaker in Aspen’s car. “Be right there!”
Adrienne wore a cute white dress with her hair pineappled on top of her head. As soon as she entered Aspen’s car she laughed.
“Giiiirl. Spill it!”
Aspen handed her the spa envelope. “Said I needed a day off.”
Adrienne grinned like she knew exactly what that meant. “Oh, he definitely did something to make you need one.”
Aspen rolled her eyes, fighting a smile. “Please stop.”
“Just one more question. Was it heavy?” She bit her lip, hiding her laugh.
“It was huge, Adri. Huge.” Aspen sighed dramatically. “Then he was all smug the next morning full of energy.”
“Told you that man wasn’t playing with you!” She cackled. “Finally! I’m glad he didn’t let you push him away.”
Aspen started to drive to the direction of the spa. She thought for a moment, “Yeah. Me too.”
When they arrived at the spa, marble floors, soft music, and white robes, she couldn’t stop thinking about the quiet way Elijah had spoken that morning. You need a day off.
It was gentle, but it also felt like he’d planned it long before she woke up.
Later, as they sat with cucumbers over their eyes and warm towels on their feet, Adrienne’s phone buzzed with a notification. She peeked at the screen and suddenly froze.
“Uh… girl.”
Aspen lifted the towel slightly. “What?”
Adrienne turned the phone toward her. It was a sports update — a photo from courtside.
Smoke and Stack, side by side at DJ’s game. Front row. Smiling for cameras like it was nothing.
Adrienne’s brows shot up. “You seen this?”
Aspen stared, the breath catching in her throat for half a beat. Then she set her towel back down, eyes on the ceiling.
“I’ve seen enough.”
She didn’t text Elijah about it.
She didn’t need to.
Something about the way he moved that morning suddenly made perfect sense.
He was marking his territory. She didn’t know if she was flattered or irritated.
“Excuse me? Can we please have more champagne.” Aspen asked from behind the towel, not bothering to remove it this time.
“Yes, coming right up.” The masseuse moved quickly.
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The energy in the arena was alive, camera flashes, the bass of the speakers vibrating through the floor, sneakers squeaking against the polished court.
Smoke sat stone-still, black shirt, expensive pants, one arm resting across his leg. Stack, on the other hand, was in his usual element, chain glinting, grin sharp, waving to people in the stands who shouted their names.
“You know you’re a menace, right?” Stack muttered, leaning toward his brother.
Smoke didn’t look away from the game. “You talk too much.”
Stack laughed, biting into a handful of popcorn. “I’m just saying. You could’ve picked any game to sit front row. Why this one?”
Smoke’s jaw flexed, the faintest twitch of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. “Building rapport.”
At halftime, a few players came over, quick daps, light conversation for the cameras. Stack played along, snapping a picture or two, while Smoke’s eyes tracked every movement on the court.
Then DJ jogged past. He locked eyes with Smoke instantly.
For half a second, he stopped mid-stride. His expression faltered just enough for Stack to notice. That was all it took.
Stack leaned back in his seat, watching DJ retreat to the tunnel. “And everybody thinks I’m the crazy one.”
Smoke sipped his water, eyes never leaving the court. “I didn’t say a word.”
“Didn’t have to,” Stack said, laughing. “Presence talks.”
When the buzzer sounded and the crowd erupted, both men stood. Cameras flashed again, twin silhouettes, clean, powerful, impossible to miss.
As they made their way toward the exit, Stack nudged him lightly. “How you explaining yourself out of this one? Where she at anyway?”
Smoke finally glanced at him, eyes unreadable. “Told her to buy something nice after her massage. So hopefully, shopping.”
Stack gave a short laugh. “You planned it all out. Huh?”
Smoke’s gaze lingered on the court one last time. “I always have a plan.”
“Don’t tell her it was my idea. I want to meet her on good terms.” Stack’s put his hands up. “When you bringing her around?”
“I don’t meet half of your girlfriends.” Smoke’s brows shifted in annoyance.
“‘Cause most of them weren’t my girlfriends dumbass,” he mocked. “You actually fuck with this girl. I wanna meet her.”
“Alright I’ll set something up. Just give me a minute.” And with a handshake and hug, the brothers separated.
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The house was mostly dark when Aspen stepped inside, the faint glow of recessed lights stretching across the floor.
She’d spent the afternoon unwinding, but her mind never quite stilled. The image of Elijah and Elias courtside played behind her eyes like a looped clip. He hadn’t texted, hadn’t said where he was going.
He was sitting on the couch when she found him. Black hoodie, gray sweats, a glass of whiskey resting on his thigh. TV low, volume barely audible.
“Hey,” she said softly.
He looked up, eyes taking her in, her hair pulled back, his hoodie draped over her matching set. His gaze lingered just long enough for her to feel it.
“How was the spa?” he asked, voice low, steady.
“Relaxing,” she said, moving closer. “Didn’t know self-care came with a receipt and a schedule.”
That earned a small smirk from him. “You needed it.”
She hesitated, standing in front of him. “You didn’t tell me you were going to the game.”
He didn’t flinch, didn’t break eye contact. “Wasn’t a big deal.”
Her brows lifted slightly. “For someone else it probably was. Huh?”
That made him pause. He set the glass down on the table, then leaned back. “You looked it up?”
Aspen folded her arms, tone careful. “Adrienne showed me. You and Elias weren’t exactly hard to miss.”
A long silence settled between them, heavy but not hostile. He didn’t try to defend himself.
Finally, she sighed. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Elijah’s eyes lifted to hers, the faintest glint of truth in them. “I did what I wanted.”
Aspen’s heartbeat ticked faster, irritation tangled with warmth and something that felt dangerously close to pride.
“Do you ever not control a situation?” she asked quietly.
He leaned forward then, elbows on his knees, the space between them charged. “When it comes to my heart? No.”
That silenced her.
Elijah reached out, sliding a hand along her thigh, pulling her just close enough to stand between his knees. “You mad at me?”
“I’m still thinking about it,” she said honestly.
His lips brushed the inside of her wrist, voice low. “Mhm lie better.”
She exhaled, fighting the way that his possession betrayed her usual logic. “You’re annoying.”
He stood, his body closing the distance between them effortlessly. “And you like annoying.”
She didn’t argue.
Instead, she let him roam. His hands found her hips, grounding her in that quiet way of his, no rush, no words. Just presence.
They didn’t talk about the game again.
Elijah made his claim publicly, or at least to DJ.
By the time he guided her to the couch and pulled her into him, the only thing that mattered was the weight of his arm around her and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her cheek.
“What you buy?” He asked glancing at the shopping bags she left at the front door.
“Just a few outfits.” She shrugged, not expecting his grip to tighten.
“Any dresses in there? He inquired, voice low. She could feel the fire in his words.
“No baby. No dresses.” She nuzzled into him further, not in the mood to argue.
Smoke grunted at that, making Aspen shift closer, if possible, to him.
“Good.”
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