May 10
I’ve said it once before, but I think “Waco, Texas” by Ethel Cain is very Stack and Mary-coded
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I’ve said it once before, but I think “Waco, Texas” by Ethel Cain is very Stack and Mary-coded
I know a lot of people in this fandom don’t like Stack and Mary as a couple, which I can understand, but…. I was definitely moved by that scene where Mary tells him that she waited for him, but now knows he never planned to stay.
And “Mound Bayou” just happens to be my favorite from the score
I've had the idea in my head for a while that, the night after the juke, Stack and Mary go back to Little Rock to kill and eat Mary's husband. It would be very cathartic for both of them, a true testament to both their unending love for each other and their acceptance of their new lives as vampires. I don't plan on ever writing this because I don't feel like I could do the characters or the time period justice, but I absolutely love the idea. And the other night, this bit of dialogue for Mary came to my head, so I just had to share it.
"No, he never put his hands on me. He was about as good as any white man could be. But I hate him. I hated every second I spent with him, and I want him dead. But before I kill him, I want to make sure he knows who my man really is."
If any other fanfic writers would like to use this idea in their own fics, you are more than welcome to! But please tag me, I'd love to read them all! 🥰 And since I'm sure I'm not the first person to come up with this idea, if anyone wants to share existing fics with this premise with me, I would be eternally grateful 🙏
Our Girl (Stack x Mary x Black!f!OC)
Minors DNI
Word count: 5.3k
Read on ao3
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Contains: use of the n-word (I’m Black), some discussion of Stack and Mary’s past, aftercare, allusions to the obvious age gap, mentions of poor mental health, addiction, and suicidal ideation, mutual masturbation (but, like, telepathically and shit), possibly incorrect vampire lore
A/N: at long last an update 😭😭 anyways we’re gonna learn a little more about Michelle and her friends here
Michelle woke up, her head hurting, unsure if that encounter had been real or a dream. But as her surroundings came into view, she realized she was still in that strange house, so it was definitely real. She was in a different bed this time, with soft white sheets with blue flowers on them. Her entire body was tingling, somehow, as if every one of her nerve endings had been exposed.
She looked around. This room was a bit smaller than the one she’d been in, with white walls. When she pulled back the thick curtain, she could see that it was still dark out.
“Well, look who finally up.” Stack. She turned to see him leaning against the door frame.
“Wh- How’d I end up in here?”
“We figured you’d wanna sleep on clean sheets.” He chuckled a little. “You made quite the mess.”
She groaned at the memory and put her head in her hands. “Oh, God.”
“Nah, baby, don’t be embarrassed. That’s a real good thing.” He walked over to her and sat on the bed. “How you feelin’?”
Hmmm…. she didn’t quite know the answer to that. “Nothin’ hurtin’ too bad?”
She shook her head. “What time is it?” She figured she’d probably overstayed her welcome here.
“‘Bout three in the mornin’.” He grinned. “You in a hurry?”
“Well….no, but I should probably….”
“Lemme get ya cleaned up. C’mon.”
She pulled back the covers and tried to stand, but her legs were weak and her head was spinning. He caught her before she fell. “Yeah, you gon’ feel a li’l lightheaded for a while.” He scooped her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the bathroom.
He ran her a warm bath, with soap that smelled of something sweet- vanilla, maybe? She wasn’t sure. She sank down into it, the warm water relaxing her almost immediately. “Mind if I get in here with ya?”
She looked up at him. He was already taking his shirt off. “No, not at all.”
He finished undressing, then slid in behind her. “You did so good for us, baby.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her to him. “You so pretty.”
His touch was soft and gentle, nothing like the way he’d been manhandling her earlier. He was half-tempted to reach down and play with her pussy, but he figured she was still too sensitive there.
It was then that she decided to ask it. “So…. y’all are vampires? Like, for real?”
“Mm-hm.”
She turned that over in her head a little. So the weed hadn’t been laced, and Mary had actually bitten her. And…. “So that means I’m one now.”
“Yeah.” Poor thing. She all confused and shit. “Now look. I know this is all new, and you don’t feel like yourself right now. But once this passes, you gon’ feel better than ever. In more ways than one, pretty girl.” He playfully nibbled her ear, making her shriek and laugh.
Was he overselling it a bit? Maybe. In reality, being a vampire could be pretty lousy. But she’d find that out sooner or later. With a washcloth, he wiped away her ruined makeup. “Here, lemme get that. You got a li’l…. raccoon-eyes thing goin’ on here.”
She giggled at that comment. “Thanks.”
Wearing her panties and one of Stack’s T-shirts, Michelle sat on their couch. Stack and Mary were down the hall, but she could hear them as clearly as if they were right next to her. “I knew this was a bad idea,” said Stack. “Last thing the world needs is more of…. us.”
“Oh, c’mon, now….”
“And I told you that much ‘fore we left.”
“And I told you that this could be a good thing. It’s been just us two for so long, and that’s nice and all, but we both know it can get real lonely.”
“Yeah, but-”
“And didn’t you miss havin’ a proper feed? I know I did.”
She was right. Michelle’s blood had sated him in a way he hadn’t felt in years. “It’d be nice to have her around,” Mary continued. “Don’t you think?”
“Yeah.”
“And besides, Elias….” She smiled and placed a hand on his chest. “She seemed to take a particular shine to you.”
“Elias, huh.” Michelle smirked. “That your government name?” She filed that away for… her own purposes.
At this, they both made their way into the living room. Seems we forgot how well she can hear now, thought Stack. “Hey, honey!” said Mary. “You good?”
They sat down next to her. She was still a little lightheaded, but at the same time, she felt… refreshed, somehow. “Better than good.”
After a bit, she asked, “Y’all do this often?”
“Do what?” asked Stack.
“Y’know, bring home a third…”
He shook his head. “Last time we did that was in ‘78.” The young woman sitting next to him was probably a little girl then- he found that hard to imagine.
“Hm. Okay. And Mary, what’s…. what’s your deal? I mean, do you like girls for real, or do you just do this for fun?”
Mary just smiled. “What do you think, babydoll?”
For some reason, the pet name gave her butterflies. Her face got hot, and she looked away and scratched the back of her neck. “Well… okay, then. What was so special about me?”
Stack smiled. “Well, you real cute, for one. And….” He put an arm around her waist. “When I was talkin’ to you, I could just tell you wasn’t happy. Turns out I was right.”
He remembered the images he’d seen from her more recent memories: drinking glass after glass of wine in her living room, some TV show on that she was barely paying attention to. Screaming into her pillow. Deciding to start her day at four a.m., after trying and failing to sleep all night. Staring down at the L tracks and toying with the idea of jumping- and then the train pulled in before she could think about it any further.
“What are you talking about? I was having fun.” Deep down, she knew what he really meant. But she didn’t want to talk about it. Not with them, at least.
“He means with your life in general.” Aaaaand there it was. “We can see your memories now. And you can see ours.”
“Oh, really?” Michelle shifted a little. “So, are y’all, like, a thousand years old or some shit?”
They both laughed. “Not by a long shot,” said Mary. “Stack was born in 1898, and I was born in 1901, so that makes us….”
Stack jumped in. “Ninety-seven and ninety-five. I’ll be ninety-eight, end of December.”
“Yeah.” She laughed a little. “See, as the years go by, you start to lose track.”
“And… how old were y’all when you got turned?”
“Thirty-three and thirty-one,” he said. “But we’ve known each other since we was littler.”
Michelle could see some images of them as children, running on dirt paths, play-fighting, Mary kissing him on the lips behind a weeping willow. “We grew up together, in Clarksdale.”
“Wait, how’d that work? Mary, aren’t you….”
“White?” She smiled. “Didn’t work that way back then. My mama’s daddy was half-Black.”
“And…. her mama nursed my twin brother and I, after our mama died.”
“You a twin?” asked Michelle.
“Mm-hm.” His voice was softer now. And she could see a grown-up Stack hugging a man who looked just like him. Somehow, she could guess which one was Stack. “His name was Elijah, but he was called Smoke.”
Suddenly, his nickname made a little more sense. “Oh. Smoke and Stack. Like a smokestack.”
“Exactly. We were the Smokestack twins. And we made a real name for ourselves. We did it all: bootleggin’, pimpin’, robbin’ banks, trains…”
“Damn. And you never got in trouble with the law?”
“Nope. Not even once.” He sighed. “My brother saved my ass more than a few times. He was always lookin’ out for me.” He cleared his throat and stood up. “Lemme get the photo album.”
He took a large, leather-bound book off a shelf. “Here.” He opened it up. “The early years, we ain’t got a whole lotta photos of, but….”
He pointed to a black-and-white picture of him and his brother in military uniform, with a little boy clinging to Stack’s leg. “C’mon, now, Sammie, look at the camera,” coaxed Stack in the memory she saw.
“Cousin Sammie.” He chuckled to himself. “He was a li’l camera-shy back then. Funny, considerin’ how famous he got….”
Michelle began to piece it together. She didn’t know of too many famous Sammies from Clarksdale, Mississippi, especially not from their era. “Wait a minute…. you Sammie Moore’s cousin?”
Her father had played her some of his records growing up, and she’d sit on his lap as he told her the history and significance of the blues. “We made somethin’ outta nothin’,” he’d say. “That’s just what we do.”
“Mm-hm,” said Stack.
“That Sammie Moore?”
“The one and only.”
The memories were like a wound, having scabbed over over time, but they hurt all the same. He cleared his throat once again and pointed to the next picture, of a full-figured woman with dark skin standing next to Smoke. The caption: “Elijah and Annie wedding 12.1.1918.”
Michelle saw another memory, of Stack and his brother standing at a train platform as Annie walked by. Stack let out a low whistle. “Well, somebody been eatin’ her beans and cornbread.”
Smoke swatted the side of his head. “Boy, shut the fuck up.”
“My sister-in-law,” explained Stack now. “She was from Louisiana. And she knew hoodoo. You know what that is?”
“I’ve heard of it.”
“Yeah, well…. she knew a lot about a lot. The night Mary and I got turned, she figured out we were dealin’ with vampires, and she told Smoke to stake her if she got bit.”
She could see it now: Stack biting Annie, the pleading look she gave Smoke, his hands shaking as he staked her, her gaze going slack as she bled out. “Smoke was always a man of his word.”
“So…. who made you two, anyway?”
Well, that was a hell of a question. He sighed. “We- we’ll tell you that story later.”
“Well, okay.” She could see a few scattered memories- a humid night, the moon bright and full. Skin against skin, teeth sinking into flesh. And fire- lots and lots of it. She decided not to press the issue, though. “But did Smoke also die that night?”
“The next mornin’,” said Mary. “Klan came and shot up the place, and he killed ‘em all, but… he got hit, too.”
“I think deep down, he wanted to die, though,” said Stack. “Without Annie- and without me- he ain’t have nothin’ else to live for.”
“He must have really loved her.”
“Sure did.”
After a bit, she asked, “So, after that. What’d y’all do?”
“Got the hell outta Mississippi. Wandered all over. But, uh…. we been in Chicago the longest.”

He closed the book and set it down. “Not much else to say there.” Then he turned to her. “What about you?”
“Well, what do you wanna know?”
“You ain’t been in Chicago all that long, huh.”
She shook her head. “I moved here last year.”
“Where are you from, then?” asked Mary.
“Near San Francisco.” That was usually the easiest for people from outside California to understand.
“Oakland,” said Stack.
“Wait, you know where that is?”
An easy smile spread across his face. “Course we do. Been wanderin’ these United States since before you was born.”
“How old are you, anyway?” asked Mary.
“Twenty-three.”
Both their eyebrows went up. “A young thing,” said Stack. He smiled again. “And you got family down South, don’t you?”
She nodded. “My daddy’s people from Alabama.”
“Where?”
“Dadeville. It’s a real small town, you probably don’t…..”
“No, no, I know it. Been down that way myself. That lake is real pretty, even at night.”
After a bit, she scratched the back of her neck and said, “So…. I guess I got a few questions about the whole…. vampire thing.”
“Shoot.”
“Okay, first question. Do I need to stay away from garlic, and silver, and crosses and all that?”
“Garlic and silver, yes, crosses, no.”
“Okay. And…. can I still see my reflection?”
“Depends on the mirror. If it’s got silver in it, then no.”
She turned this over in her head. “Alright, then. Can I still eat actual food, or is it just blood from here on out?”
“Oh, you could. It just won’t taste like nothin’.”
“And it’ll come right back up,” added Mary.
Michelle groaned at this. “Goddamn it.”
“Oh, it ain’t all bad, baby girl.” He rubbed her shoulder. “We gon’ teach you everything.”
They sat in silence for a while. Then Stack yawned and said, “It’s pretty late. I’m thinkin’ we should get some shuteye.” He and Mary stood up. “Think you should, too. You gotta sleep durin’ the day, else you’ll get sick.”
“Okay, then.” She stood up, too.
“You’re welcome to join us in our bed,” said Mary.
“Think I’ll pass on that.” Sleeping in their bed felt like too much too fast.
“Alright, then, suit yourself,” said Stack. “But if you ever wanna join us, door’s always open.” He flashed his signature grin.
Michelle didn’t go to bed right away, though. Instead, she wandered around the place, looking at everything. There were stacks of records and CDs- mostly Sammie Moore, but others, too. Newer ones, like Biggie, 2Pac, LL Cool J, Keith Sweat. Prince’s Purple Rain. Some disco and soul records from the ‘70s. A couple Madonna albums: Like A Virgin and Like A Prayer. She assumed they were Mary’s.
Off to the left was a dining room, with a long wooden table and a glass chandelier- the candles in it appeared to be electric, though. A clean, white kitchen that smelled faintly of bleach. A bottle of Johnnie Walker scotch sat on the counter.
Finally, she made her way back to the guest room, thick, dark curtains over the windows. She got under the covers and, before she knew it, sank into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, it was dark once again. She pulled the covers back. Perhaps now would be a good time for her to head home.
“Well, hello, there.” Stack’s voice. Where is that coming from?
She turned around to see him and Mary standing in the doorway of their bedroom. “I think I should head home right about now.”
“Awww. Leavin’ already?” said Mary.
“Yeah.” She picked her dress up from off the floor and started to put it on. “You mind helping me zip up?”
“Sure thing.” She pulled the zipper up all the way.
She retrieved her purse and shoes from the living room, then left them her number on a slip of paper. “Call me.”
“Oh, we will,” said Stack, smiling. “Wanna see more o’ you.”
As she walked to the train station, she could only imagine how she looked right then, wearing last night’s dress and having slept on her hair. But nobody appeared to be paying attention to her. She looked around. Everything was in saturated color, like an old Technicolor film. She could hear every sound- snatches of conversations from people on the street, horns honking a few streets away, the scuttling of rats in a nearby dumpster, and heartbeats. Lots and lots of heartbeats, blood swishing through arteries and veins. Her mouth watered at the sound.
She stood and waited for the train, and once again, she was greeted with an influx of sounds and smells. She wasn’t just smelling the most prominent smells of urine and cigarettes, but also the people: sweat, perfume, hair products. She could even smell the cinnamon gum one teenage girl was chewing. She could hear little bits of people’s conversations. A young man hugging his girlfriend from behind, murmuring, “Mmm, you so fine,” at which the girl blushed and giggled. He kissed her neck, and she turned to him and, through laughter, said, “Damon! We in public right now!”
A blonde girl who looked like she’d stepped right out of Full House was twisting a plastic Walgreens bag in her hand and whispering to her friend- “God, I hope it’s negative.”
“You haven’t even taken the test yet.”
“I know.” Her voice broke a little. “I’m just so scared.”
The girls didn’t look any older than sixteen. Michelle hoped for her sake that the test was negative. The train pulled in, rattling all the way. The headlights were so bright she had to shield her eyes.
One thing she always noticed taking the Red Line was how the demographics shifted the further south she went- after 63rd, the passengers were all Black. Her stop was the one after that.
She walked past the gas station where she got coffee most mornings. Next to it was a check-cashing place. She turned the corner. The liquor store she frequented most evenings was across the street. “Shook Ones Pt. II” emanated from a parked car, the lyrics barely audible over the bass and the song’s iconic piano sample. It being a warm Saturday night, there was a crowd of young people standing in the parking lot, bottles or red cups in hand.
It was a strange feeling, walking into her darkened apartment after more than twenty-four hours away. She turned the lights back on and took her shoes off. Once in her room, she unzipped her dress, took off her bra, and changed into a T-shirt and shorts. When she pressed the button on her answering machine, the robotic female voice said, “You have five new messages.”
She listened to the first message. “Hey, it’s Denise. I’m at home right now ‘cause…..” A heavy sigh. “The nigga had a girlfriend. Can you believe that?”
She proceeded to explain how she’d gone home with the man she’d been dancing with at the bar, and then, just as she was giving him head, the girlfriend walked in, saw what was happening, and screamed. “So now I’m sittin’ here, watching…. a rerun of Cheers, ‘cause ain’t nothin’ else on at this hour. Anyway…. you probably not listenin’ to this right now ‘cause you gettin’ ya guts rearranged as we speak!” She laughed. “Alright, I’m goin’ to bed. I’ll see you at Charlie’s. And I want details!”
She pressed the button again. “Hey, girl, it’s Tasha. I just got home. Wanted to see if you made it home safe. Call me back. And remember, Charlie’s at 11!”
The next message was Denise again. “Hey, Michelle. You weren’t at Charlie’s this morning, so I thought I’d call to see what was goin’ on. I mean, it’s cool, you probably slept in, but Tasha was a li’l worried ‘cause she ain’t heard from you either. Just… just give us a call when you can, okay?”
The fourth message was from Tasha. “Not gonna lie, you scarin’ me a little. It’s three. You okay? Call me when you get this.”
And the fifth and final message was from Denise. “Goddamn, you still ain’t home yet?” She exhaled. “Tasha’s losing her shit right now, and honestly, I’m gettin’ a li’l scared, too.”
As Michelle listened to the messages, she realized she hadn’t thought about how this might have looked to her friends. For all they knew, she could have been dead in a ditch somewhere. She pressed the button to call Denise back, and she picked up immediately. “Hey, it’s Michelle. Sorry it took me so long to get back to y’all, I just got home.”
“Girl, we thought you done dropped off the face of the Earth!” She chuckled a little. “Tasha thought the nigga was, like, a serial killer and you were chained up in his basement or some shit.”
Michelle laughed at this. “She really need to quit watching Dateline.”
“That’s what I said!”
“Sorry to hear it didn’t go well last night.”
“It’s cool. I’m just glad I found out when I did, ‘cause if it had gone any further….” They both laughed.
“Right.”
“Anyway, I wanna hear what you did last night! The dick must have been good if you was at his place all day.”
She chuckled to herself. “You have no idea.”
“Oh, shit! Hold on, lemme get Tasha on the line!”
She patched Tasha in, who answered quickly, “Wh- what’s goin’ on?”
“Michelle here got a story.”
At this, she seemed to wake up a little more. “Oh, Michelle! Thank God you’re okay, I was so worried!”
“Sorry, I ain’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s all good. Just glad you’re okay.” A pause. “Now let’s hear it!”
“Okay, so…. his name’s Elias, but he goes by Stack. And….” She paused for effect. “Turns out he was there with his girlfriend.”
“Oh, shit!” laughed Denise.
“Wait, that was the girl sittin’ next to y’all, wasn’t it?” said Tasha.
She saw us? “Yeah.”
At this, the other two women started giggling madly. “And what’s her name?”
“Mary.”
“So what’d y’all do?” asked Denise.
She chuckled to herself. “Well…. I can’t really go into the play-by-play, but….”
To the best of her ability, she recounted the events of the night, everything except the bite, of course. And her friends were giggling, occasionally asking a clarifying question or two- “How big was it?”, “You came how many times?”- or making little jokes. It felt like college again, almost.
“Damn, Michelle, I ain’t know you was freaky like that!” said Denise when she was finished.
“Yeah, I bet you wasn’t doin’ all that with Eric…”
Denise cut her off. “Tasha, that’s probably still a sore subject for her.”
“No, no, it’s fine.” She cleared her throat. “And, yeah, no, last night was…. the best sex of my life, I think.”
After a bit, Denise asked, “So, do you…. like girls, or were you just experimenting and shit?” Quickly, she added, “I mean, we’ll always be cool with you, I just wanna know.”
“Uh… well…” She scratched the back of her neck. “I like her. That’s all I know for sure.” She smiled at the memory. Then, changing the subject, she said, “Now Tasha, I wanna hear about your night!”
So Tasha proceeded to tell them about the man she’d gone home with. Marlon, a twenty-five-year-old paramedic. “Tall, dark, and handsome,” she said, elongating the last word for effect. She described the sensual evening they’d shared, how he took her apart slowly and methodically with Keith Sweat playing in the background. But, unfortunately, she’d had a little too much to drink, and she threw up in his bathroom afterwards. “He was real nice about it, though. He had me drink some water, and let me sleep it off at his place.”
“Well, he sounds like a real keeper,” said Michelle.
“Yeah.” She sighed. “Now if I play my cards right, I might have a man….”
“Well, I’m happy for you,” said Denise. “Hope it works out.”
Nobody said anything for a while. Then Denise said, “Well, I should go to bed. I gotta work tomorrow.”
“Aw, man,” said Tasha.
“We can’t all get summers off like you do,” quipped Michelle.
“Hey, y’all can teach, too, if y’all want to. You just won’t get paid jack shit.”
They all laughed at this. “Okay, I think I’mma go to bed, too.”
“Alright, good night,” said Michelle.
“Good night!”
Her friends each hung up with a click, and she lay back on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. And she was feeling an intense desire for two things: blood and sex. She figured she could satisfy the latter more easily. So she took off her shorts, put her hand down her panties, and shut her eyes.
She rubbed her clit in short, fast circles, remembering the previous night, and the way Stack and Mary had touched her. She removed her panties for easier access, then eased two fingers into her slick entrance.
Meanwhile, Stack and Mary had gone out dancing, at a different place downtown. This time, they weren’t really looking to feed, just celebrate. Her back pressed to him, they moved together in time with the music. She spun around, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him. A wave of arousal washed over the both of them. As they undulated against each other, it got stronger and stronger until neither of them could ignore it any longer. She could feel his erection through his pants. Finally, he tugged her hand and whisked her to the bathroom.
He turned her around, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her panties. He rubbed himself against her slit, feeling just how wet she was. Ooh, shit, baby, you drippin’. As he entered her, she bit back a moan.
It was fast and filthy, the way she liked it, him holding her leg up so he could fuck her at just the right depth. He held a hand over her mouth, because he knew she could make a great deal of noise when he fucked her. It felt like when they were younger and had to be quiet, lest someone catch them.
They could each see Michelle sprawled out on her bed, half-naked, fingers buried deep in her pussy. She was wearing a baggy T-shirt, which her nipples poked through. Her lips were parted, letting out the softest little moans. She was so wet her fingers made a squelching sound. Then she pulled her fingers out and sucked them clean, a visual that turned them both on even more.
She pulled a white wand vibrator out of her bedside table drawer and plugged it in. Ooh, shit, she got one of those? thought Stack. Opening her legs again, she held the buzzing tip to her clit, which was still puffy from the previous night.
Mary could feel the vibrations on her own clit, and it was getting hard to stay quiet. She moaned into Stack’s hand.
Hey, pretty girl, thought Stack. You hearin’ me right now?
“Uh-huh,” she said weakly.
You see us?
“Mm-hm.”
He chuckled a little. Good. Now open them legs a li’l wider. Lemme see that pretty pussy.
She obeyed, giving them a better view of her glistening pussy. Her thighs were starting to shake a little. This felt more intense than usual. And she could feel Stack’s dick stretching her as if he was inside her, that fullness that she could feel all the way in her throat. “Oh, God….”
Mary’s voice. Lift your shirt up. I wanna see those titties.
She lifted the shirt, pulling the hem up above her chest. The sight of her breasts made their mouths water.
The pleasure was almost too intense, and she lifted the vibrator off. Uh-uh, keep that there. Stack. There was that edge in his voice that she didn’t know could turn her on so much. She whimpered, her legs shaking even harder now.
Awww, you gettin’ close, sugar? Mary’s voice, dripping with mock sweetness now.
She was feeling that familiar drop in her stomach. “Uh-huh.”
Let’s cum together, thought Stack. The three of us. You ready?
“Mm-hm.”
And with that, the three of them came together, him spilling inside Mary as she squeezed around him, her legs shaking. Michelle let out a scream as her body shook. Her vision began to blur a little.
Gasping, she came down from her high and turned off the vibrator. Stack pulled his pants up, and Mary bent down and pulled up her panties. He’d always liked the idea of her walking around with his cum dripping out of her. She looked back and winked at him as she pulled down her skirt and walked out of the stall first.
Michelle caught her breath, still feeling like her head was spinning. She stood up and got dressed, putting on a halter top and jean shorts. She already had someone in mind who she could bite. Putting on a pair of high tops, she picked up her keys and left her apartment once again.
Almost every time she went to the liquor store, without fail, there was a man that sat outside. His name was Ray, and he was about her father’s age, give or take a few years. His scraggly beard had some grays in it. He was clearly homeless, wearing the same stained brown jacket no matter the weather. He was friendly, always telling her, “God bless you” or “Have a blessed day”, and it would lift her spirits no matter how shitty her day had been. Sometimes, she’d buy him a 40, but if it was especially hot out, she’d buy him some water, too.
Tonight, like any other night, he was seated outside, watching the party in the parking lot. Like always, he was on the sidelines, seemingly invisible to everyone. Except Michelle, that is. She weaved her way through the crowd toward him. “Hey.”
A smile spread across his face. “You again. How you been?”
“Pretty good. How ‘bout yourself?”
He shrugged. “Same as always.”
She squatted down to meet his eyes. They were a deep dark brown, a little bloodshot around the whites. “Listen, I know you’re in a lot of pain,” she said. “And I can make it all go away.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And how you gon’ do that?”
She extended her hand. “Come with me.”
He took it and stood up. And she took him out of the parking lot, further and further from the crowd until the noise had reduced to a low buzz. She led him down a darkened alley that reeked of piss, beer, and garbage. “What the hell we doin’ here?”
“You’ll see.” She smiled and held onto the back of his neck, leaning in close. She could smell the sweat and cigarettes and booze seeping from his pores.
“Uh…..” He tried to pull away from her, clearly embarrassed. “N- now you real pretty, but I think you a li’l too young for me.”
“It’ll all be over soon,” she whispered. And with that, she unhinged her jaw and sunk her teeth into his neck.
His blood tasted bitter, like a mouthful of cigarette ash, but there was a little sweetness, too. She saw his memories play out like a film- his childhood on the South Side, as the youngest of four. He had a good singing voice, and he dreamed of being on the radio, like Jackie Wilson. Receiving a draft card in the mail. He was almost unrecognizable as a young man, clean-shaven and smiling. Before today, she’d never seen him smile. The thick heat of a jungle, machine gunfire, helicopter blades buzzing. Loud explosions, rotting, mutilated corpses. A wife, two kids. He still smiled, but there was no longer a light to his eyes. He barely slept- every time he closed his eyes, he was back in Vietnam, hearing the screams, the smells of napalm and burning flesh filling his lungs. But it went away every time he drank. His nightly glass of bourbon became two became three.
One fateful night in 1980, he crashed the car into a pole. He didn’t mean to, really. He’d thought he was good to drive. But no matter- his wife left him and took the kids. What followed was a string of lost jobs, failed relationships. One of his girlfriends introduced him to crack. The first time he smoked it, he felt like he was on top of the world. Soon, he didn’t care about anything else- just feeling that wonderful feeling again, even for a few fleeting moments. It was a matter of time before he was on the streets. And there he spent his days, in the neighborhood he’d grown up in, begging strangers for cash, or, if they wouldn’t give him that, then a bottle of something. That took the edge off, too, even for just a little bit.
The man went limp in her arms, and she let him fall. God bless you, too, Ray, she thought as she skulked off into the night.
The mind of Ryan Coogler.
So, Mary and Stack have two songs: 'Dangerous' by Hailee Steinfeld and 'Ex-Factor' by Lauryn Hill.
Next Generation Chapter Six
Scene Six: Airplane Mornings
Marguerite’s alarm woke her up at 5:40 AM, she threw her comforter off her body and looked out her window across the streets, the Moores were awake too. She sighed, turning her alarm off and standing up. Groggily, she took a sip of her stale water, taking a short stretch and walking into her bathroom.
She kept it simple, taking a shower, brushing her teeth and washing her face. She changed into a dark red I am Gia set, leaving her bonnet on. She went into her closet to get some comfortable shoes. Once she was ready, she walked downstairs, phone and headphones in hand.
“Hey, mom.” She greeted, her voice a rasp. Melissa was also up and moving.
“Hey, you still tired?” She asked her. Marguerite nodded, sitting at a barstool.
“A little. The Moore’s are awake, across the street, I looked.” She said, opening her phone and texting Adela, asking if they were ready for her to cross over. Adela responded quickly, saying yes.
“I’m gonna head over. I can get my bags.” She said, hopping down from the barstool. Melissa smiled.
“Well, you girls have fun. I’m gonna miss you.” She said, walking across the counter and hugging her daughter tightly.
“I’ll miss you too. And dad, and Martin of course.” Marguerite named off, looking at Martin sleeping in his dog bed. She walked over and bent down, rubbing behind his ears. She stood up. “Bye mom, I’ll text you every second.” She teased.
Melissa chuckled. “Sure you will. Be careful, honey.” She smiled, watching as Marguerite picked up her suitcases and bags.
Marguerite was surprised to see a very excited Adela standing outside with Elijah who was trying to look happy for the sake of his baby girl. Marguerite jumped a little. “Oh. You guys didn’t have to walk over here. I could’ve made the walk.” She said to them.
“I would never let you walk all the way there with your stuff. I’m so excited! Aren’t you?” Adela squealed, Marguerite laughed and hugged her, getting out of Elijah’s way so he could get her things.
“I’m excited you’re excited, baby.” She giggled. They pulled away from the hug.
Adela took Marguerite’s hand and they walked across the street together, leaving Elijah in the dust. “And don’t worry, it won’t be awkward because I talked to my daddy, and I explained to him that we kiss now.” Marguerite rolled her eyes, Adela explained things in such a silly way.
“‘We kiss now?’ That’s a way of explaining it, babe.” She giggled. Adela shrugged.
“We do kiss. Nothing to it but that.” Marguerite stopped for a beat. Adela shook her head, “no, no, no. There’s more layers to us than flaky biscuits. I just meant like we’re not having sex.” Marguerite made a noise of understanding.
“Oh yeah totally.” They reached Adela’s house and she opened the door. “Hey, mommy. We got Marguerite.” Adela bubbled. Annie smiled, sitting on the couch.
“Hey, Marguerite. I can make you a quick breakfast if you’d like. Adela’s bent on getting food from the airport.” Marguerite laughed.
“No, that’s okay. Your kitchen’s already clean, I’ll just get food with Adela.” Annie smiled.
“Less work on me. You girls can just go get in the car. Elijah’s almost done putting everything in there.” She said.
“Okay, come on, Marguerite.” Adela took Marguerite’s hand and they walked back out the door into the sky that was only just waking up, hues of pink seeping through the midnight sky.
They reached a gray, clean, SUV. By the doors being open, Marguerite noticed the beautiful, tan leather seats. Adela collided hips with her gently. “Do you want to sit in the second row or the third row?” She asked.
“It’s up to me?” Marguerite asked, Adela nodded.
“Of course.” She smiled.
“I like the third row.” Adela nodded and let go of Marguerite’s hand to let the seat in the front row down so they could climb in safely.
Once they were seated, they immediately cuddled up to each other, the car was started and warm, but Adela had many things to make the journey to the airport warmer and more comfortable.
She draped a pink throw blanket over their bodies and sighed. “I’m really excited. But now I’m kind of tired.” She said, smiling at Marguerite as if she’d promised her the sun.
Marguerite giggled, noticing the slam of the trunk and Annie walking out of the home, locking the door behind her. “Then go to sleep, I’ll go with you. How about that?” She suggested, Adela nodded, getting even closer to her if possible.
“I told you I’d never sleep without you again.” Adela said, drifting to sleep quickly. Elijah and Annie got in the car.
“You girls ready?” He asked, looking in the rearview mirror then around. Marguerite nodded.
“Yes sir.” Marguerite answered for the both of them, Elijah nodded and started driving away. Once the car was out of the neighborhood, Marguerite allowed herself to fall asleep.
———
The ride to the airport felt short, Adela was up in no time, taking in the dawn sky and the hustle and bustle of the airport. She stretched her legs and arms, then turned to Marguerite who was sleeping soundly. She shook her shoulder gently.
“Marguerite. Wake up, baby.” Marguerite being a light sleeper, woke easily with a small whine. “We’re here. At the airport.” Marguerite sat up, taking the covers off her body.
“I see that. You excited?” She murmured, Adela nodded, pressing a chaste kiss to her forehead as she folded the throw blanket.
“Yeah.” Adela let the seat back, getting out first, then taking Marguerite’s hand to help her out. “You got all your stuff?” She asked her.
“Yeah. My phone and my headphones.” Adela held onto Marguerite’s hand as they joined Annie as she watched Elijah get everything from the trunk.
Adela waited until Elijah had only one bag left to get from the trunk to ask, “do you need some help, daddy?”
Elijah, already on edge like the typical father at the airport shook his head as he got the last piece of luggage out, shutting the trunk. “No thank you, Dela. You shouldn’t lift a finger.”
Annie, Adela, and Marguerite all giggled.
Once everyone was given their luggage, the foursome entered the airport, the bright lights waking Marguerite and Adela up completely.
They passed TSA with ease and now had around two hours to spare until their flight boarded. Once they’d found a place to rest, Adela and Marguerite were wide awake and ready to eat. After convincing Elijah and Annie they wouldn’t get lost, they were off to get something to eat on Elijah’s dime of course. They walked through the airport passing many restaurants and gift shops.
“Where do you want to eat at, baby?” Adela asked Marguerite. Marguerite hummed, looking around at what was open.
“I guess that Starbucks over there.” She said unsurely. “I don’t know, it’s whatever you want. You’re the birthday girl after all.” She added, not wanting to dictate every little thing.
“That type of stuff doesn’t bother me. I like when you choose things.” She said, tightening her grip on Marguerite’s arm.
“Okay. But I like when you choose things, too. You should choose the movie we watch on the plane.” Marguerite suggested, Adela chuckled.
“That’s if I don’t fall asleep.” She said as they walked into the small Starbucks. By it being so early the line wasn’t too long. When it came to be the girls’ turn, they both stood awkwardly, waiting for the other to order.
“Oh! Sorry, I thought you were gonna—“ Marguerite started, Adela shrugged.
“I can.” She said, Adela turned back to the barista. “Could we have two bacon, egg, and gouda sandwiches? And then one grande oat milk shaken espresso, and one grande caramel latte? And that’ll be all of us.”
Marguerite watched her as she ordered, memorizing every aspect of her face. She watched Adela give Elijah’s credit card to the barista. Adela turned to her.
“Why’re you staring at me, hm?” Adela didn’t give Marguerite a chance to answer before she pressed a kiss to her lips.
“Aw, you’re so sweet.” She gushed, wrapping her hand around Adela’s waist. “Wait. We forgot to get your parents something.” Marguerite said in a whiny voice. Adela giggled.
“They ate food at the house. Daddy really only likes mama’s cooking and mama’s happy to do it.” Marguerite let out a noise of understanding.
“Ohh. Okay then.” Adela smiled at her, she had her hand around Marguerite’s waist as well and was rubbing it absentmindedly.
“You worry a lot.” Adela poked fun at Marguerite with a giggle. Marguerite rolled her eyes.
“Whatever.”
“For Adela!?” The barista called out. Adela raised her and as she approached the counter despite them being the only ones in the cafe.
“Baby, we’re the only ones in here.” Marguerite giggled, taking her sandwich and drink. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now come on. My dad’s probably blown a fuse by now.” The girls left the Starbucks and walked back through the airport sipping on their drinks. “Dad made sure he got us a room together.” Adela said randomly, it was obvious she was going over every little detail of the trip in her head out of excitement.
Marguerite nodded. “That’s perfect, wanna try mine?” Adela nodded, taking Marguerite coffee and handing her the more fruity drink. They took sips of each other’s.
“That’s really good.” Adela raved, they gave each other their drinks back and finally Annie and Elijah were in view. “Oh there they are.”
The girls sat beside each other close to Elijah and Annie. Annie, who was carefree and had a smile on her face turned to the girls. “There y’all are. I was just about to call Adela to give Elijah a peace of mind.”
The girls both giggled. “It was all Marguerite’s fault. She kept distracting me.” Marguerite gasped dramatically.
“Oh please, you didn’t even know who was ordering at first.” She retorted playfully.
“You got your drink didn’t you?” Adela asked rhetorically, poking Marguerite’s side which made her squeal softly.
Marguerite killed the last of her drink, wrapped up her sandwich and slumped in the uncomfortable chair. “I’m gonna get you back, but in the meantime, I’m going to sleep.” Adela groaned at her words.
“How are you tired? You’re drinking coffee!” Adela whined, not wanting her girl to go to sleep.
“I never get energy from coffee anymore. It’s giving you don’t want me to go to sleep.” Adela only pouted, not giving Marguerite an answer. “Okay, fine. I’ll stay awake, but only because I don’t want you pouting.”
Adela flipped her pouty lips into a smile, happy to get what she wanted. “Good. We only have like 45 minutes until the plane leaves anyway.” Adela reminded her.
And those 45 minutes passed quickly, Marguerite managed to stay away thanks to Adela’s efforts of talking to her, and before they knew it, it was time to board the plane. The whole way there, Adela was excited and kept spirits exceptionally high for being at the airport at 7:30 AM.
“Come on, stop slugging, daddy!” She chastised Elijah as she held Marguerite hand, making her match her pace.
“I ain’t sluggin’.” Elijah grumbled under his breath as they reached the departure gate, the nice flight attendant smiled and wished them a safe flight. Annie and Elijah showed the girls their seats, then took ltheir seats which were right across from the girls’.
“You can have the window seat.” Adela asked Marguerite sweetly, Marguerite smiled.
“No, you can have it.” Marguerite declined softly and tiredly. Adela frowned.
“No, no. I’ve had it so many times before, and plus I always have to pee on planes.” She added, making Marguerite giggled and shuffled into the window seat.
“Glad you said something, because I’m gonna be out cold soon.” Adela giggled as she got in after Marguerite.
In no time, the plane was up in the air, Marguerite had only been on an airplane a few times a kid and she’d forgotten just how scary the turbulence could be at the start. Adela, who was picking the movie, noticed Marguerite’s not-so subtle flinches.
“It’s okay, turbulence is good.” She told her, Marguerite nodded.
“Yeah, I know. I just forget how rattling it can be. I’ve only been on an airplane a few times as a kid. For my dad’s work.”
“Oh, yeah it’s easy to forget. We’re watching The Princess and The Frog, it’s like one of my favorites.” Adela said, putting her neck pillow around her neck and getting comfortable, Marguerite did the same, but still leaned her head on Adela’s neck pillow despite having her own.
“Sounds like a plan. I’ll try to stay awake.” Marguerite grinned, plugging her wired earbuds into the small screen, and handing the right ear bud to Adela, taking the left for herself.
Forty-five minutes into the flight and both Marguerite and Adela were both out like a light, leaving the movie unattended. Annie, who didn’t sleep good on flights, noticed the girls sleeping on top of one another basically, she smiled and nudged her husband who was glued to a documentary.
“Look at how cute they are.” She whispered, mindful of the others on the plane. Elijah grunted, but it was more of a softer one, not like the ones he gave to coworkers who were pissing him off.
“They really do like each other.” He said, glancing at his daughter and Marguerite, somewhat of a fond expression on his face.
The girls had woken up with only about roughly 45 minutes to spare before they were leaving this flight and going to the next airport for their connecting flight. Marguerite woke up first, taking out her earbud and Adela’s, noticing the imprint it was already making in her ear.
Adela woke up a bit later, her eyes fluttering open. Marguerite smiled. “Hey, sleepyhead.” Adela smiled softly.
“Hey, when’d you wake up?” Adela asked, her voice scratchy from her bad habit of sleeping with her mouth open.
“Just a few minutes before you. The movie went off, but I was glancing at the map thing, it says we only have thirty minutes until we land.” Marguerite said to Adela, stroking her braids. Adela looked at the screen as well.
“Oh yeah. We have a connecting flight right after this one.” Adela said as if she had the entire itinerary, she looked back up at Marguerite. “You’re so pretty.” She whispered, Marguerite looked at her, her brown eyes full of affection.
“You’re way prettier.” Marguerite replied, booping her lover’s nose. Adela’s nose scrunched up softly making Marguerite giggle.
They went on like that for the remainder of the flight, giggling and flirting and talking about how excited they were. They also decided to clap when the plane landed, they waited patiently, seeing the ground get closer and closer before the plane finally came to a stop.
Marguerite clapped first, then Adela right after her. Their clapping seemed to influence other passengers on the flight. The girls laughed with each other, glad their clapping successfully spread.
“We’re so influential.” Marguerite giggled, batting her eyes like a primadona as she got up and grabbed hers and Adela’s carryon. “Here ya go, baby.” Marguerite placed the bag into Adela’s arms.
“Aw thank you.”
Smoke, Annie, and the girls all de-boarded the plane, they grabbed their luggage and found they had an hour between their connecting flight. The complimentary Biscoff cookies barely did anything for their appetite, the first thing Adela did was say.
“I’m starving. We should all find something we all eat and eat it now.” Adela suggested as they waited for their bags to show up. Marguerite, feeding into Adela always, nodded.
“Great idea, Dela.” She said a giggle. The conveyor belt did its job, everyone had their luggage in no time. They’d all decided to get food at a burger spot nearby the departure gate. They took their time eating, Adela was the only one really talking, but everyone listened to her.
The girls killed time by visiting the lego store and getting the cheapest set to put together at the cabin, then they went to another gift shop and got gifts for all their friends back home. By the time they made their last purchase, it was time to board the plane again.
This time, they were in first class, Adela oohed and ahh-ed the whole way there which made Marguerite giggle at her. Once they were comfortably seated, Marguerite said,
“Are you gonna try to stay awake this time?” Adela rolled her eyes, but nodded as if she was accepting a challenge.
“The better question is are you?” She shot back. Marguerite laughed.
“You know I will.” Marguerite said, the two girls just as competitive as ever.
———
The flight went smoothly for the both of the girls, they both held each other accountable when it came to staying awake, and by the time the plane landed, the girls were more than ready and excited to get to the cabin.
An Uber brought the foursome to the rental car place where the car Elijah rented beforehand was ready and waiting for them. It was a black Chevy Tahoe, a sleek one at that, Adela swiped a finger over a part of the car, checking for dust.
“This is great, daddy. This way you look like you’re my personal chauffeur.” Adela smiled, beside herself already as she patted the side of the truck. Elijah only shook his head amusedly.
“You got it, baby. Now come on, I already told the Airbnb owner we’d be there in thirty minutes.” Everyone got in the car, Smoke started it up with ease, and they were off. The car was filled with Marguerite, Adela, and even Annie going over what they’d be doing one last time out of excitement.
They got there in no time, Adela squealed the whole way up the mountain and Marguerite matched her energy tenfold. The cabin was something surreal, you could see the kitchen and lounging area through the huge glass windows.
“It’s gorgeous.” Marguerite chirped, now very awake and excited. Smoke parked the car, opening the trunk in the process.
“Yall go inside and get warm, I got the luggage.” Smoke announced, already half way out of the car to open the doors for everyone. Annie thanked him with a kiss.
“Thanks, dad.” Adela beamed, waiting for Marguerite.
“Yeah, thanks, Mr. Moore.” Marguerite said, now trekking through the snow to get to the front door. Adela did the honors, digging under the welcome mat and grabbing the key.
“Ready for the magic?” Adela dramatized loudly, unlocking the door and opening it. The house was even better through the window. A huge combined kitchen and dining area, modern matte black and white kitchen appliances and light wash wooden cabinets. The couch looked made out of a marshmallow, Marguerite oohed and ran to sit on it, immediately sinking.
“You have to sit, Dela. This is the softest couch ever.” Adela left the kitchen and sunk down onto the couch, she let out a sigh as if she'd been working a ten hour shift.
"You girls should go check out your bedrooms and get unpacked." Annie suggested, reminding the girls they weren't sleeping on the couch. The girls walked up the stairs, excited to pick out their bedrooms and get unpacked.
Adela and Marguerite of course had to pick the two bedroom right beside each other, once Elijah brought up their luggage, they helped each other unpack their things. By the time that was done, it was dark out and all four of them were starving.
“So what should we eat?” Adela asked her parents and Marguerite, unaware Elijah already had a reservation planned somewhere.
“I already have a reservation booked somewhere if ya’ll ready to go.” Immediately all of them shared noises of agreement.
“You’re a good man, Lijah.” Annie dramatized, pressing a kiss to her husband’s lips. Adela fake gagged and Marguerite aww-ed. They all got on their coats and went outside to the car, Elijah starting it up.
Marguerite and Adela talked amongst themselves the entire time, giggling and flirting with one another. “Do you think Tieran and them miss us?” Adela went to answer Marguerite’s question but stopped herself, surprised at her grammar.
“Since when did you say ‘and them’!?” Adela laughed, Marguerite rolled her eyes.
“Oh please. I’ve been around you for months, I was bound to pick up on the lingo.” Adela kept laughing.
“Okay, now you just sound weird, baby.” Marguerite scoffed.
“Maybe it’s you who sounds weird, hm? Ever thought about that?” Marguerite retorted, Adela giggled.
“No, I’m the blueprint.” Adela said cockily.
———
The gps got them to the restaurant in fifteen minutes, the exterior of the place was very aesthetically pleasing, fairy lights, and a gorgeous outdoor seating area. The girls were the first ones out of the car.
“My stomach is touching my back.” Adela groaned as they walked inside the space. The hostess greeted them kindly and asked for a reservation. Elijah gave her the last name and in no time they were being seated.
Marguerite and Adela shared one menu, looking over it closely, both of them in each other’s bubbles bad. “That cajun shrimp pasta sounds good.” Marguerite basically drooled. Adela chuckled.
“It actually does, but I think I’m gonna get the salmon. The waitress came in no time, taking food and drink orders and promising to come back soon.
“So, girls. What’s the first thing yall wanna do on this trip?” Annie asked the girls, she was good at sparking up conversation in that way.
Adela spoke first, “definitely skiing. I’m too excited to do that.” Marguerite hummed in agreement.
“Yeah, me too.”
The four of them sat around, conversing and laughing as the night faded away.
This has so many errors in it.. sowwy
Okay! Someone need to write a fic where Mary and Annie are both pregnant at the same time. Like it would be so cute to read a fic of both Stack and Smoke becoming fathers at the same time. The amount of protectiveness they will become of Annie and Mary is something I need.
