a little reminder since yall wanna watch that fuckass netflix documentary anyway
edit: oh and another thing, try and come into my ask box on anon to debate this, I will block you effectively and immediately bc I donât listen to bullshit and wonât argue with stupid people either. - adding this to the original post since some of you wanna act a fool. đŞ˝
If you dont minddd, may you please make a fluff sinners oneshort fic of Smoke for a male reader?
thank you for the request anon! please keep in mind i am in fact a novice writer and iâm also a girl so i will try my best to write for a male reader đ
Itâs a little angsty at the beginning but I promise thereâs fluff! Sorry if you were looking for more of a domestic fluff type thing I got kind of carried away đ
Like Clockwork
Smoke x m!reader
a/n: SOOO this has been in my drafts for almost year. SHAME ON ME IK but I actually am proud of myself for at least putting in the effort to finally present this to you all. is the sinners fandom even active still? idk i just wanted to get this out of my drafts so lmk if anyone wants a part 2. and also sorry if this is bad. i hardly write AT ALL and don't really know how to write for male readers but i'm trying
Summary: Your best friend left with his twin brother for Chicago years ago. Something about making big money and whatnot. Now all of a sudden he decides he can just waltz back into your life like nothing happened? You think not.
Warnings: sorry i got kinda carried away so i don't know if you can really call this fluff but it's lighthearted at the end, angst, swearing, drinking, smoking, friends to lovers, no descriptive reader features, black!reader coded but anybody can read <3
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âYâknow just when I was starting to forget about you here you come waltzing through my door like clockwork.â
You still remember the last time you saw smoke. Like it was yesterday in fact. He had shown up to your ranch unannounced and all fidgety. Couldnât keep his hands still for nothinâ. Like he was itching to confess his sins to you.
âYou goinâ where now?â You turned to face him, cigarette in hand.
âChicago. Stack says thereâs a lotta snobby rich people up there, people to rob. Mobs and shit to work for.â You scoff. Here he go spewing that gansta bullshit again.
You both sat under the big oak tree in your backyard. This was your usual hangout spot whenever the twins stopped by. Usually just you and Smoke though. Youâd sit there and just talk for hours. Sometimes youâd get drunk. Sometimes Smoke would tell you stories about him and Stack growing up together. Never about his father though. There was one time you managed to get him drunk enough to slip up just a bit. That was the first and last time you ever saw him cry.
He made you promise to never bring it up again.
âYou know how it is y/n. We just following the money.â There was silence after that. The breeze shook the leaves from the tree as he waited for your response.
âHow long you gonâ be gone for?â You watched the mother bird feed her babies above your heads. Their greedy mouths open, screeching to be the first one fed. He sighs.
âHowever long it takes.â he shrugs.
âThe hell does that mean?â
âUntil we make enough.â he clarified. The sharpness in his voice giving away his irritation, despite the lack of emotion in his features.
âEnough for what Smoke?â You scoff again. This man donât make no damn sense. What they got in Chicago that he canât get here? Ainât this place enough for him? Theyâve already made a name for themselves. The infamous SmokeStack twins. Ready to shoot, kill, or rob whoever gets in the way.
"Don't worry about it." He shakes his head.
"Don't do that. Just tell me what the hell you two have planned! What's so important that you have to move all the way to Chicago for?" You stub out your cigarette in the dirt.
"You. And everyone else I care about." You both went silent after that. A while passes as the breezes shakes the leaves off the trees onto the two of you. He lets out a noise and gets up on his feet.
"Goodbye y/n." He nods at you one last time before turning on his heel and walking away for the last time. You watch him get smaller and smaller with each step he took into the distance.
And that was that. Smoke was gone and you didn't think you'd ever see him again. You tried to pretend like it didn't mean anything to you. He didn't care enough to stick around? That was fine. Him and his brother can go fuck themselves.
Or at least that was what you told yourself to help soothe the ache in your chest. But the bottle did that better than any remedy you'd ever come across. And it stayed that way for seven long years.
It was any other day for you. The southern sun was beaming down on the ranch. Your quaint little house quiet and peaceful. The horses were all behaving nicely. The breeze carried the faint smell of summer and cigarettes as it blew through the fields. But something was off. Despite the tranquility of it all, it was almost too perfect. Like the calm before the storm. Or more accurately, the smoke.
You had been tending to Maybelleâs new foal. She had just given birth to a beautiful red filly. You decided to name her Spice. Fitting for the attitude sheâs taken from her mother. You heard the car pull up as you set down the last stack of hay. Then the sound of the door shutting and footsteps walking up the pavement.
Now, you werenât expecting any company. And nobody ever traveled up to the ranch for no reason. So who the hell was this knocking on your front door?
You cautiously exit the stables. Your hand comes up to block the harsh rays from the sun to see the stranger better. He had his back to you. He was tall, nicely dressed too. Blue scally cap. Grey stripped vest with matching trousers. And a white button up. He hadnât noticed you.
âCan I help you sir?â You called out to him.
He stiffened at your booming voice but didnât turn around. He just lowered his head and dropped his cigarette, stomping it into the old wood of your porch.
âSir.â You put a little more weight into your voice in a sorry attempt at intimidation. You didnât know who this man was or what he wanted, but either way you could just sense the trouble coming off him in waves. Whether he was here to rob you, or something else, youâd protect this ranch with your life.
âNah,â you paused. The familiar twang in voice settling in your bones.
ââm just here to see an old friend.â He finally turned around. He put his hands in his pocket and squared his shoulders. He lifted his hat slightly to reveal his features more clearly.
Smoke.
Elijah Moore.
You stared at each other for what felt like forever.
âWell?â His hand gestures to nothing.
âWell what?â You squawk.
âYou happy to see me?â His voice is unsure. It sounds odd coming from him. Smoke was always sure in everything he did.
âBeing unsure leaves rooms for mistakes you canât afford to make.â He always said, mainly to Stack of course.
Instead of answering, you stab your pitchfork into the dirt. He watches closely as you make your way from the stable over to the porch. You walk up the steps until you're standing in front of him. Face to face. For the first time in years. You can see how much the Chicago air has aged him.
âYâknow, just when I was starting to forget about you here you come waltzing through my door like clockwork.â You scoff. He didnât say anything.
Smoke watches as you brush passed him and enter the home. He doesnât move so you look back over your shoulder.
âYou cominâ? Or are you just gonâ stand there lookinâ stupid?â His feet drag him inside and he closes the door behind him.
By the time he looks up, youâve already made your way to the kitchen.
âDrink?â You pull out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, which just so happened to be his favorite brand.
âAlways.â He makes his way over to you and takes a seat at the dining table. After pouring, you pass him the glass.
âHereâs to old friends.â You toast before downing the whole glass in one gulp. He does the same. Thereâs silence for a few moments. Youâre both waiting for the other to speak. This wasnât how either of you imagined your reunion to be honest. Itâs almost like thereâs a stranger sitting in front of you that youâve never met before.
âWhereâs Stack?â You figured thatâd be a good place to start. It wasnât often youâd see one twin without the other. He sighs.
âIn town. Doing business.â You actually laugh at that. Duh. Always business with these two.
âOf course he is. What kinda business? If you donât mind me asking.â He always got defensive when youâd ask about the things theyâd get into. You donât blame him really. You knew he was just trying to protect you from that stuff. You werenât too keen on being in on whatever the hell they got up to most of the time anyways.
âWe uh⌠we just opened up a new place not too far from here. A Juke Joint. He out there gettin' it ready for the grand opening tonight. Dancing, drinks, and allat. Thatâs why Iâm here actually, wanted you to come.â Now thatâs surprising.
âA Juke Joint? Ha!â he nods stiffly, â, never saw you as the dancing type. Hell, Iâve never seen you in a crowd that wasnât all armed to their teeth with guns.â You laugh as you pour yourself another glass. You gesture for his glass and he slides it over.
âLemme guess,â youâre full on howling now, âStacks idea?â
âYupâ he actually smirks a little bit, but tries to hide it with his glass.
âHA! Juke JointâŚâ you mutter as you try to at least pretend youâre not laughing in his face right now, âYâknow what? Hell yeah. Iâll come. Drinks are on you thoâ.â
Now if you were any other man, heâd tell you to fuck right off. Mightâve even smacked you around a bit for even suggesting such a thing. Just the thought of it pisses him off. Free drinks? At his joint? Not in a million years.
But you werenât any other man. So, heâd let you have as many as youâd like. Even if he ended up losing a couple bucks in the process.
Never do I want to see the same men that idolize that rapist creature, A**SA, and sexualize Mark's rape to ever talk about any male victims of SA
You guys are the most out of touch people I've seen that make that horse teeth weirdo seem "attractive" and a "baddie"
Saying Mark should've been glad he was raped and how you would've want to be in that position because you're a pervert and a sex addict is disgusting đ¤Ś
But yes!!! Let's blame the fangirls, ships, Mark with piercings, and animation videos for ruining the community!!! Yay!
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