UGH I love Sinners so much, it's so much tragedy and joy and rghrhhghghghhghgh
Here's Grace and Bo dancing- ignore the background, nothing's happening in the background, just a lovely married couple enjoying a dance, nothing else.
finally watched sinners (only a year late) haha and i hate horror, but it's very VERY fantastic. love all the music and all the themes and all the nuanced ways in which racial dynamics and privileges are portrayed
also bo chow is fine as hell. why is there not more bo chow x reader fanfic. am i going to have to fill in the gaps myself
Did you delete all your smoke and stack fics? I’ve been tryna find the multi chaptered smoke one and I can’t💔💔 same with the Bo story
It’s coming bby, dont you worry🩷🤍—I have a post from last month, yes, last month, explaining what i was doing with them. Im almost done. I just gotta lock in.
Still late afternoon, you show off your party dress to the rest of the girls while helping to set up the Juke Joint. Your brothers move fast. As soon as they get back into town, they're already fulfilling promises and making their dreams come true. If only you could be like them.
This fic contains spoilers for the 2025 film Sinners by Ryan Coogler. Read at your own risk!
Miss Jeanie redid some of your braids for tonight as they were too loose for a party. You had helped to set up chairs and tables inside while catfish grease started to heat up in the back. Your little sister was safe with cousins too old to be watched but too young to party with the rest of town. The sun was settin’, but you were still easy to spot in your soft mint colored party dress. There was magic done on this thing. Had to be with the gold embroidery on the hem.
“Girl, you look like you’re from the 40’s in that dress!” Annie laughed. “Let me see you spin!”
You did, and it fluttered around you so perfectly. The underside was haint blue. When you stopped, an unmistakable voice reached your ears.
“Is that what you be makin’ with the fabric you get from us? And here I thought you could only make hats.” Bo cheesed as he stuffed a rag into his pocket.
“I don’t remember such fine fabric ever bein’ in yo shop, Bo. My momma got this from outta town. I got a bit more hip than my momma, though..” You replied.
Bo nodded, probably thinking a bit too much about what you said, “And it fits like a glove. All you ladies look fantastic. Just wantin’ to make sure you all stay that way. Steer clear of the front for a while. Grace is doin’ finishin’ touches on the sign while it’s hung up. We’ll let ya know when it’s dry.”
“Most things already inside. Anything else can come through the back or the side.” Annie said.
Your heart was beatin’ out your chest as you gave her a kind glance, “I’ll go take a peek outside and let anyone else arriving know. I think we got a few ladies who like to be seen showin’ up soon.”
In all honesty, you wanted to get far away from Bo. A wrong glance or a lingering eye could get people talkin’. And he looked good! You busied your mind with being social to the few ladies cookin’ outside and nearly got run over by some young man carrying drinks in.
“Whoa there, Missy! As much as I love you, that beer is a bit more important than you right now.” Stack held you steady.
“Don’t I know it. How else y’all s’posed ta make bank tonight? Annie’s catfish can only do so much.” You hugged him and made him open his mouth. “Ya love me, don’t you?”
He grinned even bigger, “Depends. Heard we got a new sister. Tell me about her before the night is out, and I’ll think about it. What color you want?”
“Oh, you know me, big bro. Anything worth its shine…” You grinned.
Stack joined you, “Glitters day and night”
He finished it up alone, “Ain’t that right!”
Man had a big heart and was bad at hiding it. He could swindle you outta everything. Make you believe the sky was red. But you knew him too well. Even if he tried, you’d see it. The twins sure were alike in that way. Your eyes caught a familiar face but you weren’t sure where it was from.
“Miss Sparks, I’m--”
“One of the many stars of tonight. Sammie here is gone make some beautiful music! Ya gotta stay the whole night or y’ain’t gonna hear it.” Stack beamed and fixed his tie with those big rings on.
You grabbed his hat and tossed it, “As you were sayin’, young man?”
“I ain’t gone cuss out a lady, but you on thin ice!” The red hatted man threatened.
“Pay him no mind. Where I know you from?” You asked.
Sammy replied, “I’m the preacher’s son. Down over--”
“Yes, yes! Preacher Boy! Yo mama made my sister cry during choir practice a few years ago, and we ain’t been back since. How the folks?” You folded your arms and gauged his reaction.
He chuckled, “She’s rough like that. Tough love seems to be the only type she gives, but it’s still real. They’re good. Don’t want me here tonight yet here I am.”
“Mmm.” Was all you could say. “Well, get inside. Lookin’ forward to seein’ what you can do with a bit of blues, Preacher Boy.”
You helped to greet and direct a few early birds through the sides so their good looks wouldn’t be ruined by red paint drippin’ down on ‘em. The day soon gave way to night, and things cooled down. Well, things were cooling down outside. Inside was another story.
Thanks so much for reading! The author is black and doing her best. Writing in an unfamiliar vernacular/accent isn't easy, but I'm not trying to be disrespectful.