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 iām also a girl so i will try my best to write for a male reader š
Itās a little angsty at the beginning but I promise thereās fluff! Sorry if you were looking for more of a domestic fluff type thing I got kind of carried away š
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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āYāknow just when I was starting to forget about you here you come waltzing through my door like clockwork.ā
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. Couldnāt keep his hands still for nothinā. Like he was itching to confess his sins to you.
āYou goinā where now?ā You turned to face him, cigarette in hand.
āChicago. Stack says thereās a lotta snobby rich people up there, people to rob. Mobs and shit to work for.ā 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. Youād sit there and just talk for hours. Sometimes youād 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.
āYou know how it is y/n. We just following the money.ā There was silence after that. The breeze shook the leaves from the tree as he waited for your response.
āHow long you gonā be gone for?ā You watched the mother bird feed her babies above your heads. Their greedy mouths open, screeching to be the first one fed. He sighs.
āHowever long it takes.ā he shrugs.
āThe hell does that mean?ā
āUntil we make enough.ā he clarified. The sharpness in his voice giving away his irritation, despite the lack of emotion in his features.
āEnough for what Smoke?ā You scoff again. This man donāt make no damn sense. What they got in Chicago that he canāt get here? Aināt this place enough for him? Theyāve 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 Maybelleās new foal. She had just given birth to a beautiful red filly. You decided to name her Spice. Fitting for the attitude sheās 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 werenāt 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 hadnāt noticed you.
āCan I help you sir?ā You called out to him.
He stiffened at your booming voice but didnāt turn around. He just lowered his head and dropped his cigarette, stomping it into the old wood of your porch.
āSir.ā You put a little more weight into your voice in a sorry attempt at intimidation. You didnāt 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, youād protect this ranch with your life.
āNah,ā you paused. The familiar twang in voice settling in your bones.
āām just here to see an old friend.ā 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.
āWell?ā His hand gestures to nothing.
āWell what?ā You squawk.
āYou happy to see me?ā His voice is unsure. It sounds odd coming from him. Smoke was always sure in everything he did.
āBeing unsure leaves rooms for mistakes you canāt afford to make.ā 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.
āYāknow, just when I was starting to forget about you here you come waltzing through my door like clockwork.ā You scoff. He didnāt say anything.
Smoke watches as you brush passed him and enter the home. He doesnāt move so you look back over your shoulder.
āYou cominā? Or are you just gonā stand there lookinā stupid?ā His feet drag him inside and he closes the door behind him.
By the time he looks up, youāve already made your way to the kitchen.
āDrink?ā You pull out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey, which just so happened to be his favorite brand.
āAlways.ā He makes his way over to you and takes a seat at the dining table. After pouring, you pass him the glass.
āHereās to old friends.ā You toast before downing the whole glass in one gulp. He does the same. Thereās silence for a few moments. Youāre both waiting for the other to speak. This wasnāt how either of you imagined your reunion to be honest. Itās almost like thereās a stranger sitting in front of you that youāve never met before.
āWhereās Stack?ā You figured thatād be a good place to start. It wasnāt often youād see one twin without the other. He sighs.
āIn town. Doing business.ā You actually laugh at that. Duh. Always business with these two.
āOf course he is. What kinda business? If you donāt mind me asking.ā He always got defensive when youād ask about the things theyād get into. You donāt blame him really. You knew he was just trying to protect you from that stuff. You werenāt too keen on being in on whatever the hell they got up to most of the time anyways.
āWe uhā¦ 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. Thatās why Iām here actually, wanted you to come.ā Now thatās surprising.
āA Juke Joint? Ha!ā he nods stiffly, ā, never saw you as the dancing type. Hell, Iāve never seen you in a crowd that wasnāt all armed to their teeth with guns.ā You laugh as you pour yourself another glass. You gesture for his glass and he slides it over.
āLemme guess,ā youāre full on howling now, āStacks idea?ā
āYupā he actually smirks a little bit, but tries to hide it with his glass.
āHA! Juke Jointā¦ā you mutter as you try to at least pretend youāre not laughing in his face right now, āYāknow what? Hell yeah. Iāll come. Drinks are on you thoā.ā
Now if you were any other man, heād tell you to fuck right off. Mightāve 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 werenāt any other man. So, heād let you have as many as youād 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 š¤¦
But yes!!! Let's blame the fangirls, ships, Mark with piercings, and animation videos for ruining the community!!! Yay!
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