Genre: fluff with a hint of angst (if you squint and tilt ya head)
Warnings: None
Summary: this here is part three to my original post, Stack had asked Honey a question and he wants an answer
The world held its breath.
Stack stayed knelt on the scuffed wood floor, his hands tremblin’ just a little now, holdin’ onto Honey’s like a lifeline.
Honey’s eyes brimmed full, glintin’ like sunlight catchin’ the edge of a river.
Her mouth opened — then closed — then opened again, her chest risin’ and fallin’ fast under her apron, like she was battlin’ a storm inside her own ribs.
She reached up slow, one hand trailin’ against his rough jaw, thumb brushin’ soft over the edge of his mouth — like she was makin’ sure he was real.
“You know what you askin’?” she whispered, voice thick, catchin’ in her throat. “You know what it mean to love a woman like me?”
Stack’s jaw set, heavy with conviction.
“I been knowin’,” he rasped. “Ain’t nothin’ in this world or the next gon’ scare me off you, Honey. You hear me?”
Honey’s hand slid down, thumb pressin’ to the steady beat of his pulse at his throat.
“I’m Black. I’m a woman. I pray to spirits folk call wicked. I sell roots and blessings folk call curses,” she said, voice breakin’ around the edges. “You marry me, Stack… you marry all that.”
Stack squeezed her hands tighter, leanin’ into her touch.
“Good,” he said low. “Then I’m marryin’ a queen. Ain’t nothin’ sweeter in this world.”
Honey let out a choked sound — half a sob, half a laugh — and dropped to her knees right there with him, skirt rustlin’ against the floor.
She cupped his face between her hands, tears slidin’ hot and easy down her cheeks.
“Yes,” she breathed, voice tremblin’. “Yes, baby. I’ll marry you.”
Stack exhaled a heavy, shudderin’ breath, like he’d been holdin’ it for years.
He wrapped her up in his arms, liftin’ her clean off the floor, buryin’ his face against her neck, his heart hammerin’ wild against hers.
For a long while, they just stayed there, breathin’ each other in, the kitchen glowin’ soft around ‘em like a halo.
Finally, Honey leaned back, wipin’ at her eyes with the back of her hand, laugh-shakin’ in his arms.
“You gon’ make me ugly cry in my own kitchen, Stack,” she teased, voice still thick with tears.
Stack grinned, that rare, crooked grin he only ever gave her.
“You already the prettiest thing God ever laid hands on,” he murmured, forehead restin’ against hers.
She laughed again, soft and breathless, and then pulled somethin’ from the deep pocket of her apron.
It was a little silk pouch, stitched with red thread and smellin’ of sage and cinnamon — a new mojo bag, tied just for him.
“For protection,” she said, pressin’ it into his hand. “For every step you take from now ‘til we say ‘I do.’”
Stack took it solemn, tuckin’ it under his shirt, right over his heart, lettin’ it rest against his skin.
“I believe you,” he said simply.
No question. No hesitation.
Just a man puttin’ his faith in the woman he loved — and whatever gods walked beside her.
The juke joint was jumpin’ so hard the walls damn near sweated with the rest of ‘em.
Smoke and Stack’s place — Smokestack— was packed from the front porch to the back door, folks laughin’, stompin’, spinnin’ in wild circles across the sawdusted floor.
The hot Delta night rolled in through the open windows, thick with the smell of fried catfish, corn liquor, and sweet honeysuckle.
Up on the stage along the back wall, Sammie was wringin’ his heart out on the guitar gifted to him by Smoke and Stack— singin’ ‘bout his love for the blues and promises made under the moons.
When he hit that last note, holdin’ it out like he was squeezin’ every drop of pain outta his chest, the crowd roared — clappin’, hollerin’, stomp-clappin’ in rhythm.
Sammie tipped his hat, grinnin’ wide, and stepped back.
The band kicked up a rowdy, boot-stompin’ tune, and couples spun out onto the floor, skirts twirlin’, boots thuddin’, whole room alive like a storm catchin’ fire.
Stack leaned against the bar, hat tipped low, Honey tucked right against his side — one hand restin’ possessive on the curve of her hip.
Smoke nursed a drink next to ‘em, with a stoic expression, Annie tucked under his arm, as she whispered in his ear.
Stack felt the weight of the moment in his chest — all that buildin’, all that waitin’ — and when Honey turned up to look at him, eyes shinin’ in the dim light, he knew it was time.
He lifted two fingers to his lips and let out a sharp whistle that cut through the music clean as a knife.
The band stumbled to a halt.
Heads turned, folks quietin’, lookin’ toward the bar.
Stack pushed off the counter, Honey still at his side, and stepped into the open space in the middle of the floor.
The light swung overhead, throwin’ long shadows on the wood.
Sammie clapped him on the back with a wink and a grin, then leaned in and said low so only Stack could hear,
“Go on, cousin. Tell ‘em.”
Stack adjusted his vest, thumb hooked lazy in his pocket, and cleared his throat once.
“Evenin’,” he drawled slow, voice cuttin’ clean through the chatter. “Ain’t gon’ keep y’all from dancin’ too long.”
A few chuckles rippled through the crowd.
Stack took Honey’s hand in his, liftin’ it up where everybody could see the shine of the ring he’d slid on her finger two nights ago.
Honey bit her lip, cheeks glowin’ warm, but she didn’t pull away.
Stack’s voice dropped lower, firmer, carryin’ like a Sunday morning sermon.
“This woman right here — this is mine. Ain’t no ifs, no maybes, no halfway about it.”
A murmur rolled through the room — some women fannin’ themselves, some men noddin’, a few folks clappin’ already.
Stack grinned, slow and proud, the kind of grin that made men step aside and women lean closer.
“And in two weeks’ time,” he said, “we gon’ be man and wife.”
The place exploded — cheers, whistles, glasses lifted high.
Annie whooped loud enough to shake the rafters, grabbin’ Smoke’s arm and bouncin’ on her toes.
Sammie jumped back up on the stage, strummin’ a raucous chord, and hollered,
“Y’all heard the man! Let’s dance for love tonight!”
The band launched into a wild, thumpin’ tune, and just like that, the floor was alive again — but now folks dancin’ with even more fire, celebratin’ like they was kinfolk at a family feast.
Stack pulled Honey in close, hand splayed strong and sure against the small of her back.
“You sure you ready to marry a roughneck like me?” he teased low in her ear, voice all heat and honey.
Honey laughed, pressin’ closer so he could feel the warm curve of her body against him.
“I was born ready,” she whispered back.
They spun slow in the middle of the chaos, the world fallin’ away until it was just the two of ’em — a man, a woman, and a love tough enough to burn through hell itself.
warning: MINORS DNI, 18+, cursing, sensual themes, mentions of sex, mentions of desire, drinking/alcohol, supernatural!black!femreader!(Think earth/forest elemental) , long-fic, vibe fic didn't watch the movie but I have been moved 😅
The night was beautiful and you were finally able to find some good music.
You were somewhere between the moon and stars, the winds beneath your wings playful and thick as it carried you from state-wind to state-wind. When the sound of happy breathing, heavy shoes, and string picking got up to you–you looked for a place to land.
Feeling more and more solid as you traded your wings for paws, you searched amongst the warm little homes for what you needed. There were mothers and children gathered around rocking chairs, reading from a thick book made up of pages that reminded you of butterfly wings. In the yard with the tasty yams, you nipped at the clothes on the line for whichever felt like leaving with you.
Trotting with your prize, you tried to think of how to fit it again. It took a while since you’ve been anything but wild, but you knew some times were better had when you had thumbs. The dress fit good enough and you shook out the bramble shocking cloud and downpour that was your locs and coils.
The whole time that lively music followed you. You’d reckon you were a few miles off but now that you had feet–you couldn’t keep them from dancing either way. The only time you paused was when you caught sight of your skin, deep and brown as healthy soil and mahogany.
It wasn’t long before you saw the joint, standing and vibrating with all the good time that was going on inside. You lingered at the treeline, mostly behind the leaves as you watched folk flow in and out of its doors.
The excitement made your tongue tight, you whispered a few of the words you knew by heart to loosen your voice. You've speaking wild for so long, you weren't sure what words were People anymore.
There was a gleam that caught your eye followed by a smooth laugh that made your skin goose. You caught a sweet-husky scent of liquor and honey, caught the edge of maroon vanishing through the side door of the proud structure.
There. That’s where you wanted to be.
Peering around first, you shadowed yourself along the ground. Leaping and hopping to those who lingered outside to enjoy a smoke with the cool air. The last fella was a bit wobbly but luckily he used the wall to steady yourself so you could step off into the dark side of the juke joint.
It wasn’t very much seeing that got you around, but feeling. You felt along the edges until you were able to bleed beneath the same door your good time went through.
The only problem was that now you didn’t know where you were. Things were put up on shelves and boxes, jars and jars of some stuff made your nose twitch. Looking around, you wondered if there was anything tasty enough to tempt you but all you could find was more of that river-clear stuff in pretty bottles of glass.
You were running your fingers along the raised lettering, turning to find your prize when you knocked into the softest tree you’ve ever met.
“Whatchu doin’ in here, girl?”
An unsmiling man looked down at you, plumes blowing from his nose like an angry bull. HIs eyes were like twin obsidian as they skipped over your form. Watching him back, he reminded you of one of those smooth river stones with how pretty brown and blue he was.
You tilted your head and considered his exciting smell. Close, but not quite. Almost-right.
He raised his brows, waiting for an answer, “Where you comin’ from?”
“Above…”
The man reared back as if you shouted but you only smiled sheepishly at your garbled voice. So maybe you should have practiced a little longer before speaking to anyone.
The man’s head tilted back at you, he stepped closer to look down at you more closely. When his eyes got stuck on the mess of flowers and moss that was curling up your ankles from where you stood, you wiggled your toes.
Liking the attention, you preened as surely he was taking in the pretty flowers that had begun to bloom along your hairline.
“Move aside, Smoke.”
“Annie…”
“Move, go’on.”
A beautiful woman came from the corner shadows, eyes kind and fixed on you. The man lingered but stepped aside as she said, Annie. She glowed from her center, familiar in the way that the moon was. Turning to her and taking her offered hand, you no longer cared for the almost-right beside you.
This woman smelled like the almost-right but there was the ocean beneath her skin, the yawning night sky beneath her tongue. She reminded you of where you came from.
“What’s it that you need?” Annie asked warmly. Relief washed over you once you realized there was someone who understood. You buried yourself into her, Annie chuckling in surprise as you sighed at the warmth of her. She wrapped her arms around you in a solid hug and it felt like your hearts were doing the same in greeting.
You looked to the man who watched you more carefully now that you were in Annie’s arms and pointed to his face. Then you pointed out the door, blinking insistently.
“Ah, I see.” Annie looked over to the Smoke man, “Y’know who she wants.”
“What she gonna do to him?”
Annie gave your cheek a soft pinch, and raised her brows high as she looked in your eyes. She spoke in a tone that was both kind and stern.
“She’s gonna take it easy on ‘em and bring him back home like the lady she is.”
Laughing, you reached up and tapped her nose in agreement. Annie Ocean was right, of course, you only wanted to make good use of this form and chase this age old itch of yours.
There was a whoop of applause from the other side of the door you saw beyond Annie. Sounds like the music was changing from the jovial, upbeat twang to something that made your hips swim. Smoke Man and Annie Ocean exchanged a few more words you didn’t care to hear as you heard the beating hearts and lungs of the crowd on the other side. When you went to take a step, Smoke Man took one as well to block you.
“Hol’ on now.” He held up a hand then took away a pair of old boots that Annie Ocean found in the corner. She came to take your hands as Smoke Man knelt down to help your feet into the boots. Your nose wrinkled but it was clearly a stipulation, but when Annie wrinkled hers back in jest–you laughed.
Smoke Man muttered about something being fucking wild as he stood from doing up your laces.
“Should hold for now.” He tipped his hat to you then looked to his woman. Annie took your hand into her arm, like a sister in wings, and escorted you towards the door. Before she opened it, she leaned in to steal a bloom from your hair and say,
“Have a good time y’hear me?”
You gave her a wide grin, a kiss on the cheek, then set out into the joint.
In there, apparently it didn't matter that you weren't dressed so smartly or didn’t speak. You found yourself being held and spun, shot up and thrown over backwards. There were big wide hands that held onto your hips, full lips brushing against your ear. Slender, pretty hands holding onto your shoulders to show you how to watch their feet.
You had a sip of something from someone’s cup and it lit you up. Lightening water, you called it.
Inside the deep river of bodies that waved and lapped at each other, you lost yourself. Black and Brown, beautiful, so full of joy and of life. The scene settled like good supper in your stomach. It wasn’t long before blooms were bursting from between your toes and soles, stuffing until your boots were a perfect fit.
After being away from a body like this for so long, trading your wings for feet, dancing was like discovering how to laugh all over again. You felt the eyes you wanted on you from different corners of the room. Getting closer and closer still, remaining just out of reach just to admire you.
That gleam, though. Settled in between a winning crew of teeth, you couldn’t ever shake your interest in the things that shone. There he was, right there and all wrapped up in that want that you could smell from beneath the canopy of desire and lust blanket over the juke joint.
It’s funny how he looked just like the Smoke Man but in the way that the hot, clay sands meet cool blue waters. This man smiled like he didn’t care if you said his name or not, he walked towards you like he only wanted to know yours, this man was just right.
A hand took yours, leading you to the shore of the back wall. You still saw a kaleidoscope of smiles and felt the cascade of the crowd's previous caresses. A big hand took hold of your jaw. You gasped as you looked into familiar, smoldering eyes.
Finally...
“Now, I see every face that come up in here–why didn’t I see yours 'til now?”
Shrugging, you looked into his mouth at those pearly whites and gold caps. It was tantalizing to see, you’ve never seen a smile like that before. Mr. Just Right dipped his head to catch your gaze again, chuckling and offering his name as Stack.
“What can I call you, honey?”
You batted your eyes at him and looked down the fine line of him until you took that hand of his. He watched you, working the toothpick settled in the corner of his mouth, as you raised his hand to the column of your throat.
You sighed as your eyes closed briefly at the feeling of his stuttering heartbeat. When you opened your eyes again, you pouted slightly and whispered as softly as you could,
“Can’t…riGht…”
Stack’s expression straightened in understanding, “Can’t talk right?”
“Hm!”
Stack returned your affirming nod and stepped a little closer as he took a good look at you. He seemed to shrug himself, thumbing through the bits and pieces of buds “A’ight then, hone–shieet, or should I call ya’ flower?”
He could call you anything. Stack seemed to get that’s what the smile that dawned across your face meant. Unashamed, you leaned up to get a whiff from the source. Praise be. If it weren’t for Stack’s hands on you, surely you’d have melted around the soles of his fancy shoes.
Where Smoke man and Annie smelled like each other and ray-warmed clouds and deep underwater songs– this man smelled like something else.
Promises and butterscotch. Deep, hums and humid yearning.
You gave him a warm hug and then you found yourself being swept off your feet as he spun in a slow circle. The bristle of his beards scratched at your skin as he nuzzled and you had to bite your lip to keep from kissing him.
“We ever met befo’?” he whispered in your ear once he put you down.
Again, you gave him a shrug. It’s possible but you haven’t found all your memories yet. Stack swapped that toothpick to the other side of his mouth, tongue rolling it there real slow and taking your attention with it. Your fingers twitched.
Stack took one of your hands, his other kept on your waist as he led you in a lazy semi-circle. In the cradle of his arms, you made a noise you didn’t know he could hear beneath the music. While you had your land legs now, you still watched your feet.
“Why does it feel like you’re talkin’ to me?”
Because you wanted to so badly. You don’t know how well Stack man could smell, but he had to have a way of knowing you wanted him too…right?
You reached up with your free hand, to run the tip of your finger across Stack’s bottom lip. Shivering when the tip of his tongue brushed your skin as he carried the pick away from your touch–your eyes widened when he folded the pick into his mouth fully.
Stack chuckled, showing the pick again before reaching up to flick it away. Your eyes followed, tempted and amazed by the little magic trick, and Stack took the chance to glance over to where he knew his twin was watching.
Smoke was pouring something into Annie’s glass, sparing a single nod towards the door before turning back to his woman.
“Hey lil’ flower, I gotta say I’ma bit peckish,” Stack surprised you by pressing kisses to your cheek the spot beneath your ear, “You, uh, gonna share some nectar with me?”
“Hmm…”
You leaned up and returned a kiss to his cheek, the both of you nuzzling for a moment more before Stack cleared his throat and asked if you ever rode in a motorcar before.
It looked like morning time, Stack didn’t know from the strange way light came through his motor’s windows.
He went over to press a kiss to your cheek, wanting to wake you up with another sweet, when his lips met looseness..
Reality hit him fully as Stacks opened his eyes to the sea of flower petals and downy feathers he was submerged in. Digging through them in a stupor, Stacks could only find your dress and one of the too-big shoes that you wore the night before.
He brought the dress up to his nose, the dove-white fabric now a cascade of hues that matched what you left him.
Stacks looked out to the windshield of his motor, he was still parked outside. The two of you never made it inside? No, that’s right. He remembered your kisses and the strange, intoxicating noises you made when Stack had his hands on you. When he put the car into a standstill, you crooned his name and parted for him so eagerly…
In the back of his mind when Stack was still staring down at the crown of flowers bobbing in his lap, Stack thought he should have brought you to bed. You were the type that was too good for the back seat of the motorcar but holy did you make good due with what you had.
His eyes closed as heat seeped into his belly. You wrung him dry, all of that softness meaning anything but coyness as you rode him with a syrupy smile on your face. Stack got you back, giving it to you as kept a hold on your face to keep those pretty eyes on him as they rolled.
Pretty, peculiar noises spilled from your bitten lips and it really felt like you were seeping nectar into his lap. How you looked at him reverently and ran your fingertips and tongue over the gold and silver in his mouth.
Stack picked up handfuls of the petals and watched as they fluttered back into the mass. He…didn’t dream of peeling roses from your skin and the dewy sweat beneath. You must have really untangled a vine of the finest tasting green grapes from the curtain of locs from the nape of your neck.
Stack didn’t know what the fuck you were saying between his name but it felt like…promises. You were so sticky, so sweet–
What were you?
His vision focused some more and he saw who was sitting on the porch. Stack cursed, sitting back in the floral bath and tried to get his head together.
It didn’t sit well that he didn’t get to wake up with you, that he didn’t get to say goodbye, that he cared to…
The sun crawled a bit higher and the sudden company didn’t leave long enough aside to get some coffee. The second mug caught his attention and finally Stack got out of his motor. As best he could without letting the petals out, Stack closed the door up behind himself to be dealt with later. He fixed clothes up and ran a hand over his face to chase away the left-over sleep then set forward.
If she was here, then his brother was probably inside cooking up something and to tell Stack how thick his skull was. He grumbled a bit to himself at the thought of his brother and his wife just waltzing past him as he slumbered away as pretty as a princess.
Lord...
Annie sat on the last porch stair, setting that second mug down beside her in invitation. Smoke sat down, gingerly, once he felt the ache in his legs and lower back. He huffed a little at her knowing side-eye.
They sat in silence for a moment. Stack looking at the trailing and dancing petals, following a feather until it flew high enough up into the air to vanish into the awakening blue of the sky.
“She ever gonna come back?”
“I reckon she will.”
Stack gave Annie his own look and she only shrugged a shoulder, “I don’t know when but she will. I’ve seen her before, once or twice. Goes all over, I think, but she lives here.”
“You even know for sure? Met anythin’ like her befo’?”
“She's a joy. She’s in every part of life, every bit of the world.” Annie put a hand on his shoulder and used the other hand to gesture to the petals that had not blown away yet, “You’ll see her again soon. Knowing how you are, especially. You might end up being her favorite.”
Hope quickened his heart. Stack took a sip and before he could ask his next question, the call of a bird overhead caught his gaze.
The sound was familiar enough to loose the incredulousness feeling in his chest, shifting it to wonder and anticipation as he watched that bird settle high within the cover of a nearby willow tree.
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✨ending notes✨: I....don't even know exactly what this is but I'm happy it's here! 🤣I haven't seen the movie yet but I've been seeing nothing but good things and this is what the vibes left me with. It's a bit long so thank you so much for reading until the end! 🥰This ended up sweeter than what I thought it would be though lmao! tell me what you think and give it a reblog! ✨💓✨💓✨💓
Summary: This tale unfolds around Elias and Jacqueline, two intertwined souls caught in the web of misfortune, yet finding solace in each other during the long, dark nights. Under the luminous glow of the high moon, Jacqueline stood as a beacon of friendship for both twins. When fate led them to vanish, she bravely forged ahead, stepping into her mother's laundry business, where fabric and dreams were washed away. Now, with their return, the fabric of life promises to shift, ushering in a vibrant new chapter filled with unexpected twists and untold possibilities.
Author Notes: hey guys got part 2 for you its kinda edited but i might've missed stuff I really hope you guys are enjoying this story this has push me to write more but I'm also been feeling down and writing this story helped me fun fact I didn't like Michael B. Jordan until Sinners but I'm starting to think I just love the movie and Smoke and Stack are just different and if you loved this part leave a ❤ and comment whatever *If you wanna be tagged remember DM/PM or comment 🧛🏾♀️🧛🏾♀️🧛🏾♀️ & or 🧛🏾♂️🧛🏾♂️🧛🏾♂️ so i can find you better if not in tag list already* Thanks for reading 😊😁🧡
On the day the twins returned to town, Jacqueline was outside scrubbing away on her washboard while humming a song that Sammie had sung to her, trying to get her thoughts on it. It was a hauntingly beautiful melody, one that she hoped would be memorable. She found that she could get her work done faster if she hummed tunes.
Her humming came to an abrupt stop when she heard the sound of a car pulling up into her yard. She looked up and stood frozen, her ears ringing as she saw his face — Elias Moore. He turned off the car just as Sammie jumped out with his guitar in tow, as always, beaming as he walked up to her.
"Hey Jack, guess who's back and what we're doing later on tonight?" Jacqueline couldn't meet Sammie's bright eyes as he spoke excitedly. He looked much the same, except now he seemed to be living quite well, evident from the gold on his teeth and his sleek, tailored red suit. She finally exhaled after holding her breath, just as Elias walked up to her.
“Hey there, Jacqueline. It’s been a while.” She looks at him intently, then turns to Sammie.
"Sammie I love you so I'm gonna give you eight seconds to get him the fuck out my face" You dropped the clothes you were washing with such force that water splashed everywhere, and then you angrily walked into your house.
"I didn't think she was still mad," Stack said to Sammie.
"I told you, Stack, she's been keeping all the anger for you inside, except when we are together writing." Stack looks over toward your home.
"You mind sitting out here for bit while I talk to her" Sammie nods in agreement as Stack makes his way into your house
"Stack I will shoot you if you don't get out of my house," Jacqueline says softly but loud enough to be heard Stack walks up to her at a slow pace.
"Jackie baby you wouldn't hurt me now" she walks away from Elias towards the kitchen to avoid him trying to forget his presence in her house.
"You'd be surprised what I'd do to the man who left me like some loose woman of the night," leaning her hands against the counter, trying to remain calm
"Baby, I didn't mean to leave you like that so suddenly, but Smoke needed me, you know. I had to have my brother back, but I promised I didn't mean to hurt you, Jacqueline." She stiffens when hearing her name drip from his mouth. She turns around and looks at him with disappointment.
"You and Smoke decided to go running and tearing it up in Chicago with Capone. At least now I understand why you were gone for so long. You want to know what hurt me the most? You had just told me you loved me, and then you left like a thief in the night. Maybe if you had written me a letter or two during these past six or seven years, I might have been more forgiving. I know Elijah's reasons for leaving, but did you really have to go at that moment?"
She sat down at her little kitchen table, buried her face in her hands, and fought back the tears streaming down her cheeks. Elias came over, took off his red hat, and placed it on the table. He gently took her hands, brought them together, and pressed a long, lingering kiss on them before looking up into her beautiful eyes.
"Jackie, I never meant to leave you, but my brother needed me. I love him just as much as I love you; I had to have his back. I just want to say how sorry I am. There wasn't a minute or a day that I didn't have you on my mind. I promise you, I’m here for you and ready to stay with you if you'll have me, baby."
"Elias, I'm having a hard time trusting you right now, and your absence really hurt me. However, I've missed you, and I love you with all my heart and soul. I've felt this way for a long time, but you broke my heart so deeply, Elias." He gently placed his hands on her cheeks, gazing lovingly into her eyes.
He starts a trail of kisses up her arm. Jacqueline was torn between her heart and her mind at that moment. She always knew the connection between the brothers was deep and complex—no one could ever come between them. Their father was the perfect example. But Elias had never made her feel like she had to worry; he made her feel like the North Star, someone he would always follow and adore. As Elias's kisses move up to her neck, she lets out a slight whimper. Maybe there’s a chance for them to be together again.
"Let me heal what I broke I promise I won't do again if you let me baby please I love you so much Jacqueline Rosette Baker" he finally leans in and kisses Jacqueline passionately pulls her up from her seat and wraps his arms around her waist.
Using his hands to caress up and down her body Jacqueline couldn't take it anymore. Her lips craved to connect to his lips after all this time he still makes her body heat up in ways no one else could accomplish she wraps her arms around his neck in somewhat tight hold.
Elias was getting more handsy as he brings his hand down to her ends of her dress pulling it up at the same time he assaulted her neck with kisses and sucks that left a couple of grasps leaving her mouth something finally clicked in Jacqueline's mind when she remembered Lewis and also fucking Mary she pushed Elias so hard making him bump into the a corner of the table making him wince rubbing the spot he hit.
"Did you really think you could just kiss me and fuck me and all would be forgiven hell no you lost your chance when you fucked that damn white girl behind my back" Elias eyes widen in surprised but fixes it quickly back with a straight face instead
"What are you talking about ain't mess with no white girl" She threw a plate at him and he luckily ducked and it hit the wall behind him
"YOU GONNA SIT HERE AND LIE TO MY FACE ABOUT FUCKING MARY" Elias couldn't hide the guilt on his face when you named the exact white girl he mess with
"Look, Jackie, it was just one time. Her mom was looking out for us, and she was always around. She had a crush on me, and one night, after Smoke and I had been drinking, she caught me when I was drunk. I promise I never wanted anything with her; it happened because I was vulnerable. It didn't mean anything to me, so I didn't think I should ruin what we have because of her. I'm really sorry, Jackie."
"Look I have a man who treats me with love and respect. He didn’t leave me in the middle of the night like you did. I can't do this with you anymore, Elias. I'm not that same little girl waiting for you in my momma's shed. You should just forget about us. Now get out of my house and don't come back." She crossed her arms over her chest.
She straightened her dress and looked Elias in the eye, giving him a look that told him she meant it.
"I truly am sorry, Jacqueline. I only love you; I've always loved you since that first night together in your momma's shed." He grabbed his hat and placed it back on his head, looking into Jacqueline's eyes one last time before exiting through the front door. She closed it behind him and let out silent cries into her hands, feeling as though her heart had been cut open and was bleeding. Elias didn't realize how hard it was for her to let him go, even when her body and soul were screaming at her to just listen.
Stack
Sammie and Stack were driving to the train station to meet a friend who would play music at the juke joint. However, Stack’s mind was elsewhere. He knew that Jacqueline would be upset about him leaving and disappearing for seven years. He had hoped that his night with Mary was just a bad dream, but Jackie knew the truth, and she was furious. Despite her anger, that kiss he shared with Jackie had brought him back to life. Chicago seemed dull and lifeless, even with all the activity around him. There was always something missing, but it wasn’t something—it was someone, and that someone was Jacqueline.
Her presence was the closest thing to freedom he had ever experienced. He fell in love with her the day he chased away a teenage boy who was making her smile and giggle. Yes, he was jealous—not just because the boy was talking to his lady, but because he almost got to experience her joyous spirit for a moment too long. Her beauty might catch your eye, but her aura makes you want to stay in it. What he truly love about her are the dreams of the future she envisions. Some of them are silly predictions, but others are beautiful visions of a bright future that make you envy the present terribly.
Her dreams are part of the reason he left with Smoke for Chicago. He wanted to see if he could create enough to build a life for them. It didn’t have to be perfect, and he couldn’t imagine doing that with anyone else. He knew that the night with Mary would come back to haunt him, but he'd hoped she would hear it from him first, so he wouldn’t seem like a liar and a cheat. Just then, Sammie finally interrupted his thoughts.
"Stack did you hear what I said"
"Nah man say it again for me" he fixes his thoughts focusing on his grand opening
"I asked if I could drive?" He smile slightly
"On the way back" Sammie shakes his head
"Alright did you fix things up with Jac" he frowns slightly
"Nah man whos this new nigga around her you know him" Sammie looks everywhere outside the car before he mushed him in the shoulder real quick
"If you know something tell me" he sternly asked he sighs
"It's that guy, Lewis Jackson, who owns the colored clothing store in town. He makes a decent living and came around about five years after you left. He's a nice man and treats her well."
His shoulders tense up in anger. I can't believe this guy has his woman.
"So he's been around a while huh doesn't matter my Jackie can't resist me for too long after I show what I've got for her and doing that thang she loves for her"
"It better be good or she's gonna shoot you dead for wasting her time, and what thang are you talking about?" He smiles brightly and begins explaining about the special button all women have.
Jacqueline
After Stack left, Jacqueline collected herself in the bathroom and then returned to work outside on her washboard. She couldn't stop thinking about Elias—wondering who would name themselves Stack and why he would dare to show up at her house after all these years. Her thoughts swirled in her mind.
Until her boyfriend Lewis pulled up in her yard, she really didn't feel like putting on a big, bright smile for him. She started to hate herself for that. Lewis was a great guy—any woman would be lucky to have a man like him.
"Hey Beautiful" Lewis says as he exits his car and walks quickly up to her kisses her quick on the lips
"Hey handsome what are you doing here I don't usually see you until sunset" she managed to give him a small smile
"I had to come back real quick during lunch to ask if you wanna go out tonight there's this new place in town everybody and their mama was buying up the store today because of that why not take my lady out somewhere new to show off that dress I bought you" she finished up the clothing she was scrubbing wriggling the water out then placed in a basket and carrying it the clothesline with Lewis following her
"I don't know Lou I don't feel like going out tonight I had an angry customer earlier I just wanna finish up my work, eat then sleep" Lewis comes up behind her wraps his arms around her waist as she finishes hanging up the clothes
"Aww an even better reason to go out tonight we can drink and dance to cheer you right up" planting a quick kiss on her cheek
"I have another load I need to finish before the sun sets." She clipped up the last wet item, and Lewis unwound his arms from around her. He turned her body towards him by her hips and took both of her hands in his.
"Sweet Jacqueline, you've been working too much lately and barely have time for me anymore. Just one night—I'll even stay over tonight and help with the laundry as soon as the sun comes up. Would you go then?" He looked at her with puppy-dog eyes, and she couldn’t help but feel tempted to give in. However, she wasn’t in the mood to dance the night away. Still, maybe she could forget all her troubles with liquor and her boyfriend, who treated her like a queen. Perhaps this would push her to move forward with Lewis and leave her first love in the past where he belonged.
"Alright, I'll go, but can we leave early to get some sleep?" Lewis leans in.
"I hope you won't be too tired for me later tonight," he said as he kissed her. Jacqueline kissed him back, but she didn't feel the same electrifying chill that coursed through her body, like when she kissed Elias.
Thank you for reading I will be posting part three soon ✌🏾 fam
Summary: This tale unfolds around Elias and Jacqueline, two intertwined souls caught in the web of misfortune, yet finding solace in each other during the long, dark nights. Under the luminous glow of the high moon, Jacqueline stood as a beacon of friendship for both twins. When fate led them to vanish, she bravely forged ahead, stepping into her mother's laundry business, where fabric and dreams were washed together. Now, with their return, the fabric of life promises to shift, ushering in a vibrant new chapter filled with unexpected twists and untold possibilities.
Author Notes 📑: Hey beautiful peeps 👋🏾 I got another story I'm obsessed with Sinners just like everyone else so of course mind as well write for my obsession came up with this not sure if its gonna be one shot or series but we'll just go with the flow I hope you enjoy this story leave a ❤ if you love it and comment any fave parts or criticism don't matter thank you 😁.
1 ~ The Night I First Saw You
Elias and Elijah's childhood years was spent doing a lot surviving for most of it never having an escape from the torment of their father until the day little Jacqueline Rosette Baker moved into town right down the dirt road from their hellhouse one night Elias runs from home to save himself from a beating he accidentally ran onto her family's property that was noticed by none other then Jacqueline she heard a shuffle outside her window and saw the young boy run into her mom's shed instead of minding her business and preparing for her own punishment she made her way out the backdoor of the house and walks over to the shed and begins to speak through the door
"Hey what are you doing in my mom's shed" the boy doesn't respond
"I'm not gonna tell on you or anything but you're in my hiding spot do you mind sharing at else" the boy slowly pushed open the door and she walked inside and sat beside him I finally looked at his face we looked the same age his lip was bleeding I grab a cloth out of a small basket on a shelf and hand it to him.
"My name is Jacqueline" he took the cloth and looked at her softly
"Name is Elias"
Every night after that day Elias and Jacqueline spent the nights hiding and getting to know each other finally found out Elias had a twin when he run over looking for him one night The three were connected all by the pain of their fathers the day smoke killed his father Elias felt relief wish he could help you with your father but all the liquor and violence that man put out finally caught up with him he died by white men, your father thought it was good idea to put hands on and paid the price heavily but when the man was consumed by the liquor he didn't even know who was his wife when he came home leaving Jacqueline to fight him off at night while her mom slept didn't burden her with her father mistreatment. Still, now that he was gone they were both free from that demon known as her father.
Her mom saved up enough over the years to start up her laundry business and taught me everything so I could take over when she's gone but a little spot in Jacqueline's heart wanted to find a place where she could truly be herself with the music, she wrote every night even though she couldn't sing a lick her days with Sammie and her tossing ideas back and forth while doing their house chores were bliss compare to the world that lived in.
But the nighttime belonged to Jacqueline and Elias, even with the fatherly threats gone, they continued to meet and talk through the night. As they got older Elias and Jacqueline started to feel a new emotions towards each other had them exploring each others bodies learning these new pleasures with each other Elias confess his love for Jacqueline with a necklace the night before he left after a passionate and affectionate loving making session he presented to her telling her it was his mothers he found around house wanted you to have it and for her to know he truly loved Jacqueline Baker she was this bright star that shines so beautifully you can't help but shed a tear or two.
Jacqueline woke up alone the next day looking for her lover and when she went to their home to find it empty no trace that they were even there you were shocked at first you became a statue of yourself after that numb and just working through the pain of abandonment until Annie came over one day she gave you a look and hug so caring and loving you finally broke down you sobbed in her arms snot dripping from your nose but after a long emotional cry Annie helped you through the heartache and you tried to do the same when you heard why Elijah might have disappeared distracting each other about one another lover, and when Mary came to see Annie, Jacqueline was there hiding to hear her cry and mourn her fling with Elias. Jacqueline's heart falls out of her chest hearing Mary's confession but Jacqueline just wrote her heartache into her music
Jacqueline is now a twenty-five-year-old woman working her family's laundry business from the comfort of her home she spent most of her years taking care of her mama and working not giving herself a second to grieve her broken heart until one day she meets Lewis Jackson a clothing store owner who find his way in her heart and fixing all the cracks Elias left there. Lewis was protective but loving with Jacqueline, always bringing her gifts and taking her out dancing every day. Lewis was good but not great, like it was with Elias, but she loved him and he loved her. Who knew the man you were truly in love with would be back to reclaim your heart?
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