Description: ( unedited af ) You and Stack have been in love for what feels like forever, but neither of you has had the courage to speak up. Stack is convinced that your heart belongs to Smoke, and as for Smoke? He’s exhausted from trying to show you both that the love you seek is right in front of you.
Word count.: 3,852
A/n: this was originally one part, but I thought it’s a break it up into two because when I tell you, it’s getting a longer and longer 😭 I don’t wanna rush the way I want it to end but the way I’m craving these Sinners fic and I know some of y’all are too. I thought it would be nice to drop it now. Couldn’t contain my own excitement 😂
Part 2 - What I Should’ve Said
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As soon as you stepped off the train, a smile broke across your face. The familiar sights and sounds of home wrapped around you like a warm embrace. You were excited to finally be back, but a flutter of nerves danced in your stomach at the thought of seeing your sister for the first time in ages. Yes, you guys had written to each other, and she had tore your ass a new one in a few of them letters back home bout to running off with the twins without a word. Nevertheless, you knew regardless of how upset she may be with you, she’d always welcome you home with open arms. You missed your sister. You also missed the twins, who you were eager to reunite with. It had been almost a year since you’d all been together, and just thinkin' about Stack made your pulse quicken.
Steppin' aside so other boarding the train would have access to the front door, you made your way toward the center of the station, your eyes scanning the crowd. You were sure Stack knew you was comin' at this time, so you had a feelin' he’d be lurkin' around here somewhere. Just then, you heard it—a voice that sent a thrill of nostalgia through you. You turned around, curiosity piqued, and there he was, front and center.
But your heart sank a little when you noticed the woman standin’ in front of him. Fair-skinned and confident, she had that undeniable charm—Mary. Of course she would find him, you thought bitterly.
You watched as Stack’s gaze followed her, a solemn look crossing his face as she walked away. You should’ve known he’d seek her out the moment he arrived. You’d bet money he could find her in a crowed room, without fail.
You loathed Mary.
It wasn’t a secret. You couldn’t stand her presence and that gnawed at you deep down. It wasn’t just jealousy; it was that gut-wrenching belief that Stack cared for her more than he did for you. He looked out for her in a way that was different from how he looked out for you. The attention he gave her was the kind you had secretly longed for, and judging by the way he stood there, it seemed nothin' had changed.
Oh, how wrong you were.
“Old habits die hard, huh, Stack?” you snarked from behind him, the playful edge in your voice barely masking the hurt you felt.
“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes in resignation. He knew he was caught.
He didn’t even have to turn around to know it was you. Stack could tell by the sound of your voice that you was pissed, especially with the faux sugary sweet smile you wore when he finally faced you. That, and when you were at him, it was the only time you called him Stack and not Elias.
Turning around to face you he could barely contain the smile that wanted to break out.
It had been a year since the two of you had seen each other, but for him, it felt like a lifetime. For six years, y’all had traveled the world together. You had taken care of him and Smoke, watchin' their backs, makin' sure he stayed outta trouble. You had put up with his antics for so long, and he’d never understood why you stuck by his side. That was until you decided it was time to carve out your own path, to prove you could stand on your own.
So you left them. You left him. You promised to return within a year or come runnin' if he called.
But Stack didn’t call.
He figured you didn’t want him to. Not really. A part of him was upset with you for abandoning him. He knew Smoke had written to you a few times, and he tried not to let the green-eyed monster show. Smoke would tell him when he received a letter, sometimes even havin' one for him too. Stack never wrote back, but he always read the ones you sent for him. Several times in fact. He wanted to know how you were, what you had been up to, even if he fronted like he didn’t care. You were miles away and all he wanted was you near..
And now you were back, standing right in front of him, looking as breathtaking as ever. The sun-kissed brown skin of yours practically glowed in the light. The apples of your cheeks rounded as you smiled, dimples showing, and the curves of your hips called out to him as he admired your frame in the flowy yellow dress you wore. It reminded him of your favorite flower, magnolias, and coincidentally, yellow was his favorite color on you too.
You were home for him, and you didn’t even know it.
“It wasn’t even like that, Bam,” he said, tryin' to brush off the tension and butter you up with the nickname he gave you.
“It never is, is it, Stack?” you shot back, crossin' your arms, though a smile tugged at your lips.
“Come on now, after all this time, that’s the mood you wanna get off on?” He hand taken a few steps toward you and grabbed your hand.
“A brotha can’t get no love first?” He flashed you a smile he knew you couldn’t resist.
Despite yourself, your smile grew bigger as you felt the warmth of his presence pulling you in. You wrapped your arms around his neck, sinking into the comfort of his embrace.
“I missed you,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper as you melted against him.
“I’m glad you’re here,” he replied, his words a gentle way of sayin', 'I missed you too.'
“Who’s this?” you asked, eyeing the guitar-totin' boy standin' next to them after you two finally pulled apart.
“The boy,” Stack replied, nodding in his direction.
“The boy—Little Sammie, is that you?!” you exclaimed, shocked.
“Miss Y/n?” he said, his eyes wide with disbelief.
You laughed, pulling him into a warm hug. God, he was all grown up. You used to help his ma look after him and his siblings sometimes, and you even sang in his daddy’s church for a while. That was until you started hangin' out with Smoke and Stack more and stopped goin' to church. You didn’t want to hear no sermons about how the devil had his hands on you and how you needed to come back to the Lord.
It was a bittersweet feeling, thinking about how much you missed them and how much Sammie had grown. You could see he still had to get his head on straight, but it warmed your heart that he was still playing the guitar Stack had given him.
“Well then, there will be plenty of time to catch up later. You boys finish up here. I’ll be in the car,” you announced a beat after pullin' away. You knew they was up to no good.
“Little Sammie, help Stack with my bags, will ya?” You pinched one of his cheeks playfully before giving the other a quick kiss, treating him like the youngin' he still was in your eyes.
“Oh and drop the ‘Miss’.” He stared after you, bewildered, as you walked past Stack, givin' him a wink while you patted his chest slowly, draggin' your hand away.
“That’s really Y/n,” Sammie said, still in disbelief, causing Stack to chuckle.
He hadn’t seen you since he was a boy, and he couldn’t believe how different you were now. You were just a teen girl girl in his eyes back then, but now you were a grown woman—an extremely attractive one, at that.
“She’s—”
“Way too much woman for you to handle, lil nigga,” Stack stated matter-of-factly, a smirk playin' on his lips.
Not too much for me, though, he thought to himself, wordlessly pickin' up both suitcases and handing his little cousin one. You would probably fit real pretty in the front seat of his ride right about now, knowin' you and those pretty pick pocketing hands of yours had already snatched the keys from his coat pocket.
“Well, are you?” Sammie quizzed.
“Am I what?” Stack frowned slightly.
“Handling it?” The corner of Preacher Boy’s mouth twitched just a little, and Stack knew the younger man could tell you were vexed with him, and he wasn’t handling shit.
“Bring yo ass on, smart ass.”
As a result of those endless hours of travel, you were exhausted. You hadn’t gotten much sleep on the train, not wantin' to doze off around strange white folks. Your father had raised you and your sister to always be aware of your surroundings. After hearin' Delta’s wild stories about the men he knew from the side of the road, you needed a moment to decompress. So, you let the sounds of Sammie’s guitar and the rhythm of the car rockin' gently lull you into a well-deserved rest.
You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep, but soon you felt somethin' soft brush against the side of your face.
“Bam,” you heard softly as you began to stir.
“Bam.” This time you felt a poke to your cheek.
With a soft groan, you opened your eyes to see Stack standin' outside of the car, looking at you with that soft smile that always made your heart race.
“There’s my girl.” He smiled down at you.
“What you want, Elias?” You tried not to blush at his words.
“We made it. Come on.” He extended his hand for you to take.
You took it, pullin' yourself up to stand. Prepared to jump over, he surprised you by lifting you up in the air out of the back of the car.
You squealed, caught off guard as he held you slightly above him. You looked down at him for a minute, and he slowly set you back down, your body sliding against his.
“Thank you,” you said bashfully, pretendin' to fix your hair in the mirror.
He stood directly behind you, just close enough for you to catch a glimpse of his smirk in the car mirror.
“Anytime.”
“I—” you began, but were cut off by another car pullin' ahead. Once you noticed it was the truck Stack had said Smoke was in, you started walking quickly toward it. Stack told you the two of them had to split the work and that Smoke had a few stops and you knew it wouldn’t be anywhere else, but to see Annie. It was one thing for Smoke to be gone; of course then, he and Annie couldn’t be together. But while he was home, he wouldnt go anywhere without her.
“Annie!” You called as soon as your older sister came into view.
“Y/n?” Annie couldn’t believe her eyes as you ran toward her the biggest smile on your face.
“Surprise.” You spoke tearfully, as you slowed down taking the last few steps before crashing' into your big sister. You embraced her tightly, the two of you holding onto one another as if the other would disappear if you let go.
“Look at you.” She ran her hand up and around your face, cuppin' it affectionately.
“Look at you.” You repeated, mesmerized by your sister’s loving eyes.
Eyes that always looked at you with understanding, compassion, love, and support. Annie didn’t always agree with the choices you made, but she always supported you in choosin' your own destiny.
“Don’t you ever leave me like that again,” she fussed, swattin' lightly at your butt.
“Stop, girl, I’m grown,” you laughed, spinning around in a circle to dodge her playful swats.
“Girl, I don’t give a damn.” Annie fixed you with a stern look. “You’re still my baby sister. You don’t just run off and leave me without notice like that. You scared me half to death.”
“I’m sorry, Annie. It’s not that I wanted to; I just—” you paused, searchin' for the right words.
After a moment, you realized you didn’t need to say much. Annie would understand.
“Mine doesn’t have a mojo bag; he just has me,” you said, your voice wavering, knowin' she would know you was referring to the more reckless twin.
She smiled and nodded in understanding. You stood there for a little while longer, embracing each other, tryin' to wipe the tears from each other’s eyes, gigglin' like school girls as you did so.
“We’ll take more later ya hear?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Pullin' away, you angled your body a little more to the left to finally get a good look at Smoke.
“My girl!” he said with a small smile of his own, and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“Hey Smoke.” The two of you wrapped your arms around one another.
You missed the way Stack’s jaw clenched as you embraced Smoke. The latter didn’t as he grinned at his twin. It was an asshole thing to do, but he couldn’t help it. He had been watching the two of you pine after one another for years. If Smoke had a dime for every time he tried to convince his brother that you felt the same way about him that he felt about you—or to get Stack to confess his feelings for you—boy, he’d be rich.
It was your last night in town, and the three of you went out. You were currently dancin' with some random nigga from round the way. Stack watched you like a hawk, grillin' the hell outta the man who had your attention. Smoke couldn’t do anything but laugh at his brother’s expense.
“Nigga you got it bad,” he said with a chuckle.
“Shut up, bitch. You got it just as bad for her sister,” Stack shot back.
“Sho’ll fuck do. Don’t give a fuck who knows either.” Smoke shrugged blowing a cloud in Stack’s direction.
“Yeah, whatever.” Stack muttered, takin' a sip of his beer.
“Mmhmm, whatever shit, nigga. Could be you out there dancin' with her, tryna cop a feel. Instead, you’re here,” Smoke teased.
“It ain’t like that with us, Smoke.” He denied.
For the life of him, Smoke couldn’t understand why Stack was in denial about you. It was like he was purposely standing in his own way, unwilling to accept a good thing.
“Have I ever been wrong about a woman tryna throw her pussy at you?”
“Nah,” Stack grumbled, his defenses slowly crumbling.
“Aight then, nigga. Listen for once.” Smoke said, playfully mushing the side of Stack’s head as he stood up to head to the bar.
“Aye, watch out.”
“Girl follows you around the world, and you still questionin' shit,” Smoke called over his shoulder.
He could only shake his head at the memory. Smoke swore dealin' with y’all shit was gonna put him in an early grave.
Once the two of you released one another from the hug, you walked back toward your sibling, and Smoke did the same.
“You good, man?” Smoke asked, knowing full well he wasn’t. He just wanted to see if he was ready to be honest with himself.
“Yeah, uh, I’m good.” Stack cleared his throat before repeatin', “I’m good.”
“Good.” He patted his brother on the back. “Now let’s get to work.”
Now, you knew you was comin' to work, but you ain't expectin' to be put through the wringer! As much as y’all got on each other’s last nerves during the setup, it was all part of the charm. Smoke being the bossy one, always puffin’ up his chest like everybody ain’t already know he ran the place; Cornbread, with his big ass, ain’t stop complainin' 'bout how heavy them boxes was; Delta always droppin' “back in my day” stories like they was gospel every five minutes. And Stack? He was slick, finessin' Preacher Boy into doin' part of his work in the name of “respectin' your elders.”
Not to mention you, Grace, and Annie, makin' one little complaint 'bout the heat, which led to Bo shakin’ up a bottle of beer and lettin' it spray all over y’all like a makeshift sprinkler system to “cool y’all off.” But this? This was the stuff you cherished. These were the moments you missed. After hours of busting your backs, the grand opening was here, and the party was in full swing.
You found yourself wrapped up in Stack’s arms, your back pressed against his solid front. The sweet sound of southern blues wrapped around you like a warm embrace. Ain’t nothing like live music from home, and tonight, the air was thick with rhythm. Effortlessly, your body flowed with the beat, swayin' in a circle until you found yourself once again meetin' Stack's chest. One of his arms hung loosely around your waist, his fingers barely grazing your skin, followin' the pace of your movements like it was second nature.
“So, this is new,” you teased, glancing back at him.
“What’s that?” Stack’s voice was low, his eyes glued to the way your hips moved, like he was tryin' to memorize every curve.
Stack thought you was downright gorgeous, and it drove him crazy. He wished he could tell you every single day how beautiful you were. Your body? It made his heart race. Big hips, thick thighs, and those legs that seemed to go on for days. That dress you wore? It gave him a perfect view of your curves, and he found himself lost in thoughts he shouldn’t be havin’.
“You dancin' with me,” you said louder, breakin' him outta his daydream.
“I’ve danced with you before,” he replied, a hint of challenge in his tone.
You leaned your head back further, givin' him a smirk. “Not like this.”
Stack’s grip around your waist tightened, the two of you still swayin’ to the music. “What’s this?” His breath brushed against your ear, sending shivers down your spine that you tried your best to ignore.
“Like you tryna work your way into my drawls,” you shot back, playful but with a hint of seriousness.
“And if I am?” he shot back, spinning you around so you faced him, his gaze intense.
You were momentarily stunned, your eyes searchin’ his for any signs of this bein' a joke, you arms now loosely around his shoulders.
“Smoke told you.” you said, his words heavy like a weight on your chest, but it felt more like a statement than a question.
You knew Smoke couldn’t keep his mouth shut when it came to his brother. Stack had ditched you and Smoke for the night to run off with some floozy and you were hurting bad. Especially after the way he had been flirting with you day after day. After an attempt at drowning your feeling in a bottle of whiskey, you had confessed your undying love for Elias Moore to his other half after the world became a bit too blurry. The truth came spillin' out like vomit, then afterwards, literal vomit. You could curse the ground Smoke walked on for lettin' it slip.
Stack watched as the gears turned in your head, his eyes dropping to your bottom lip, which you had pulled between your teeth. He chuckled softly, still swayin' with you, but the tension was thick.
“Smoke been tryna tell me for years,” he confessed, his gaze dropping to the floor before meeting yours again.
He wasn’t sure if he was talkin' 'bout Smoke tryin' to get him to accept his own feelings or the ones you held for him.
It was the way you cared for him. In every way. You checked on his well being constantly. The effects of the war on smoke were clear. He had his issues and one of them Stack always took care of. Rolling his cigarettes, making certain shit easier for Smoke every chance he got. Stack was the suffer in silence type. No I didn’t know the trauma he had suffered. He preferred everybody think he was OK. But you saw right through him. You seem to be able to tell every time something took him back there the lifeline you’d reach out of your hand, holding his gentle caresses to the top of his hand, which is the tiniest of squeezes that will bring him back and remind him that he was here and safe and with you. Stack was the type to suffer in silence, keepin' his struggles close to his chest. But you? You saw right through him. You could tell when something haunted him, and each time, you’d reach out, holdin' his hand, givin' him that gentle squeeze to remind him he was safe with you.
You were everything to Stack.
The air between you two shifted, thickening with unspoken words and feelings.
“When did it click?” Your heart raced, the world around you fading away.
Y’all had stopped movin’, probably the only two still in the crowd of people dancing and signing having a time.
“The one you left.” Stack admitted, feeling a bit guilty for only realizing how deep his feelings and love for you really were.
Speechless you pulled away from him completely, mouth opening and closing as you stuttered trying to find the right words to say. Overwhelmed with emotion and not quite sure what to do with yourself you turned around to scurry away when he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on now. Why you runnin'?” He was holding you again, bobbing his head around trying to catch you eye as you avoided his.
“Elias, you drunk,” you said, your voice shaky.
“Baby, I ain’t had a sip of liquor,” he replied, his grip on your chin gentle, forcing you to look at him.
Big brown eyes searched yours, filled with a truth that made your heart swell with love.
“Y/n,” he started, but just then—
“Stack!” Smoke’s voice cut through the moment like a hot knife through butter.
You two pulled apart at the sound of his brother calling.
“Let me holla at you for a minute,” Smoke beckoned, clearly oblivious to the tension hangin' in the air.
You could see Stack was ready to protest, but you stopped him, gently cupping the side of his face in your hands. Stack might not have been running off liquid courage, but you had dug deep for some courage and found enough bravery to push through.
You pressed a soft kiss to the side of his cheek, and then another right next to the corner of his mouth, lettin' your lips linger just a moment longer.
“Go. We’ll talk later,” you assured him, pulling away with a grin as you turned to find a seat at the bar y’all had been swayin’ next to.
It wasn’t long before Stack's arms wrapped around you from behind.
“Count on it,” he whispered, kissing the side of your neck, sending warmth flooding through you.
You flushed at the feeling of his lips on your skin, that deep baritone voice igniting a fire you didn’t know you had.
You couldn’t wait until later. But unfortunately, later never came.
Hand That Feeds|| Stack x Mary x Black!Reader One Shot
Summary: All you have ever wanted was to do was sing and a contest at a blues bar is your last chance. When you catch the attention of two vampires, everything you know about the living and the dead, fame and fortune, transforms.
This is a now a one shot and 18+ for some mentions of violence, use your discretion. Enjoy!
Edit: No idea why I thought the post credit took place in nyc but I fixed it!
“Take your time,baby!”
It was all too loud, your church shoes somehow squeaking on the carpeted floor, feedback from the microphone threatening to break through at any second, the light snores of a deacon somewhere behind you.
Why didn't they just let you do a recitation instead?
It was all too itchy, the dress, the stockings, the burn in your kitchen from where your least favorite aunt volunteered to do your hair and everybody else was too busy to say no.
Look at me.
Somehow you heard your mama without her saying a word, locked eyes with her,and focused on the one word she was mouthing.
Breathe.
You took as big a breath as a fourth grader in her big sister’s Easter turned Christmas dress could muster and just like that the world went quiet.
The song itself didn’t matter, the church faded away behind your closed eyes and a new world revealed itself to you, whispered to you, bowed to you. A cool breeze from a land you never stepped foot in, the laugh of a grandmother you never met.
Joy, uninterrupted and unbridled joy.
Until applause ripped you from your quiet little empire, your mother picking you up with one arm like she used to when you were much smaller, peppering kisses all over your face.
“That’s my baby, she’s gonna be a star y’all!”
She didn’t know about the phantom breeze or the laughter of the dead, and she never would.
For there are things little black girls are not supposed to be nor do: loud, fresh, and lifting the veil between this world and the next.
You did not know it then but something, two somethings to be precise, those who existed between the living and the dead, heard you.
And they were hungry and waiting.
FIFTEEN YEARS LATER - 1995
“I’m sorry but we’ve decided to go in a less urban direction, you understand right?”
You understood exactly what the Biltmore twins in matching blowouts and Guess jeans meant. You should have known an ad looking for “girls with attitude” was trouble to begin with but you couldn’t help it, this was going to be it, your big break.
Two months in, you made the mistake of truly singing one good time instead of just backing up two rich girls a wrong note loved to see coming.
You felt that wind and your big sister who didn’t make it to her senior prom’s hand in yours the very moment your voice soared in a vocal booth over drums no one else could hear, and for sixty seconds before Daddy Biltmore turned your mic down, you were free.
“I understand completely and I’d like my songbook and sheet music back that you took when I came in, please.”
“I think you know why we can’t do that, it’s in your contract.”
There it is; your voice, their mouths, your music, their faces and just like that, the urban wasn’t so urban anymore.
This was confirmed when you were thrown into the rain city streets with nothing. Fifteen years of music, gone.
“Hi sweetie, it’s Mama. I haven’t heard from you in a few days, I know you’ve been working but this isn’t like you. You’re grown, I’m not gonna drag you home, but please call me.”
The answering machine clicked off and you reached for the cordless only to chicken out and put the phone back on the receiver and continue to groan face down into your pillow.
What could you say to her that wouldn’t put her and Daddy on the first flight to Chicago?
“Come on down to the Sammie Moore Heritage Showcase at Pearline’s! Honor the late great Sammie Moore and perform for a chance at $5,000!”
You perked up at that, scrambling to write down the address and check the clock.
It started five minutes ago.
95 expletives and two taxis later, you faced down a bouncer, soaking wet.
“Come on,I gotta get in there, what’s it gonna take?”
“We’re at capacity, no can do.” The bouncer said while letting a large group of people in with a completely straight face.
The sun went down as you formed an argument in preparation to be manhandled by a bouncer but with one hand outstretched to yank you out of line, the bouncer froze.
September in Chicago could get cold but it was if winter reached up to tap you on the shoulder, a sharp and yearning cold settled behind you.
“We knew the owner, if you’d be so kind as to let us in.” A soft voice with a purring drawl that made your mouth water spoke first.
“I’d have to check the list.” The bouncer said in a sleepy tone he certainly didn’t have while talking to you minutes ago.
“We’re family, go on now.”
A second voice chimed in, honey deep and audacious, and you couldn’t help it, you turned around.
You turned around and received a benediction of curved lips and smooth skin, bamboo earrings, and golden teeth behind a far too serrated smile.
Sunglasses hide their eyes from your gawking and the thirty second exchange ended with the bouncer letting them in and you somehow managed to sneak in behind them while the bouncer rubbed his eyes. You could hear his shouts but they faded as you melted into the crowd and raced to find the sign up sheet for performers.
As fate or something else entirely would have it, there was one spot left.
One spot left and all of your music had been ripped away from you.
By the time the MC called you to the stage you were more than a few drinks in, searching for a song with every step you took towards the piano. Awkward whispers and hecklers as you stuttered out a greeting only made your heart pick up the pace.
Look at me.
In the deep recesses of your mind there was a tiny command to gaze beyond the spotlight and into the crowd, fingers hovering over the keys.
A sea of shadowy faces were there, some more annoyed than others that you hadn’t played a single note yet, others waiting patiently.
At the very back of the room, two pairs of glowing eyes caught yours.
Breathe.
With that, you sing out for the first time in months and allow this world to step to the side and enter another.
Across the room, the vampires known as Elias “ Stack” and Mary Moore begin to cry and drool.
In between the notes you hit, Mary hears her mother’s voice close to her ear and Smoke asks his brother for a cigarette.
You were the one they were looking for.
Some time later you would go home with $5,000 in your pocket.
Across town some time after that, a maid discovers the bodies of the Biltmore family.
Your songbook and sheet music were nowhere to be found as Stack and Mary found it rude to show up empty handed and uninvited.
That’s all I got! please interact with this post so this doesn’t get buried in the tags. I hope you liked it, I’m not too sure about it.
We’ll Take Care Of You (Stack x Mary x Black!f!reader)
Minors DNI
Word count: 3.1k
Contains: Black woman reader-insert, f/f/m threesome, rough sex, oral (both receiving), overstimulation, praise kink, squirting, weed, vampirism, ‘90s setting, Stack is on demon time …. I think that covers it!
Summary: It’s 1996, and you go out for a night of fun. But little do you know that two mysterious strangers have been eyeing you the whole time….
Author’s note: Starting the month off with a bang! This is really freaked out and self-indulgent- I’m not sorry about it though. This is the type of shit you get when I’m sleep-deprived and horny.
It was a Friday night, and you'd had a rough week at work. So you called up two of your friends, Tasha and Denise, put on a little black dress and heels, and you went out. This place was completely new to the three of you, just south of the Chicago Loop. Tasha had heard good things about it and wanted to check it out. It was lit in purple, and the bass was thumping. You could see couples gyrating to the music.
The first order of business was drinks. Denise ordered a round of vodka shots for everyone. You knocked yours back, feeling the burn as it went down. Just then, the beat switched, and 2Pac's "How Do U Want It" started playing. Tasha practically dragged you two to the dance floor, squealing, "This is my song!"
Starting to feel a buzz from the vodka, you rolled your body to the beat and raised your arms above your head. All the stress of the past week seemed to roll right off you. You knew you looked good, and you felt sexy as hell.
Back at the bar, Stack was sipping his whiskey when you caught his eye. The way your dress hugged your curves didn't leave much to the imagination. And the way you moved on that dance floor was so smooth, so mesmerizing. Your exposed skin seemed to catch the light.
Mary was watching you, too. She wanted to press your body against hers, explore you with her hands and mouth. There were so many places on you to kiss, and she'd take her time. You tilted your head, exposing your neck, and that was just the cherry on top.
Finally, she turned to him and smirked. "You seein' what I'm seein'?"
"Yup."
"Like what you see?"
"I sure do."
As you were dancing, Denise brought your attention back over to the bar. "He's been watching you this whole time."
You looked over to where she was pointing. A man in a multicolored sweater with a fresh fade was sitting at the bar with a shit-eater grin on his face. You could feel your cheeks growing warm. "You sure it's me he's looking at?"
"Bitch. He's basically eye-fucking you." She gave your shoulder a little squeeze. "Go and see what he's about."
"Alright, then." Your stomach was doing flips. This man was fine. You didn't want to fuck this up.
You took the seat next to him, crossing your legs. "Hey."
"Hey, baby." God, he had a sexy voice.... Moving his sunglasses down to the bridge of his nose, he looked you up and down. "That li'l dress look real good on you."
"Th- thanks."
"Lemme buy you a drink. What you like?"
"Mmm.... could you get me a gin and tonic?"
"Sure thing."
He ordered your drink, then turned back to you. "What's your name, baby?"
You introduced yourself. "What's yours?"
"Stack." He splayed his fingers out on the counter, and you saw a brass knuckle with block letters: STACK.
He clearly had money and wasn't afraid to throw it around. The bartender came around with your drink, and you sipped it. You looked out at the dance floor, where you just knew Tasha and Denise would be cutting up. And sure enough, each of them had found a man to grind against.
"Where are you from? You sound real Southern."
"Mississippi."
"Hm." You took another sip of your drink. "And what brings you up here?"
"Just passin' through." He tilted his head and smiled, and you saw the flash of a gold grill. "Why don't you tell me some about you?"
So you did. You told him where you lived in the city, where you worked, that you were here with your girls.
Finished with your drink, you set the glass down. "That went down easy," he laughed.
"I can handle my liquor."
He just chuckled to himself. Just then, a song you liked came on. Come on, ride the train, and ride it.....
You tugged on his hand. "C'mon, let's go dance!"
You danced together for a bit, pumping your arms and jumping in time to the music. Then, feeling bold from the drinks, you threw your arms around his neck and rolled your hips against him.
This drove Stack crazy, and he knew you knew it. He grabbed you by the waist, his grip firm and deliberate. You felt a fluttery feeling in your stomach. He lifted your head up towards him and kissed you. His beard tickled your chin, and you could smell the sharp scent of his cologne. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, still cold from the ice in his drink.
The beat switched, to something slower, sexier. LL Cool J's "Doin' It." Smirking, you mouthed Leshaun's parts: "I'mma call you Big Daddy and scream your name, matter fact, I can't wait for your candy rain."
You turned around, pressed your body against his, and kept dancing. With one hand, you held onto the back of his neck. His hands trailed the length of your body, going dangerously low. You swore you felt a chill run down your spine. His hand resting on your hip, he whispered, "You like that?"
That gravelly voice almost made you weak in the knees. "Mm-hm."
The song ended, and you were pretty turned on. I'm definitely going home with this man. "I think I wanna get another drink."
"Lemme buy it for you."
He got you another gin and tonic. Seated next to him was a woman with brown hair in a ponytail. She wore bright red lipstick, and she looked up from her drink and gave you a sly little smile and wave. "Oh, this is my girl, Mary." He leaned back a little to let you see her better. "Hope you don't mind if she joins us."
Hmmm..... Maybe this was a little more than you'd bargained for. You'd never had a threesome before, nor had you done anything with a woman. But you'd heard things about what sex with another woman was like, and you were curious to try. Besides, she was sexy. Her gaze went further down, and you could feel your face getting hot.
This'll be a night of firsts. You figured you'd have a salacious story to tell Tasha and Denise tomorrow. "No, no, I don't mind."
The three of you left together. And as soon as you were out on the sidewalk, you really felt drunk. And your shoes were starting to pinch. "How far are y'all from here?"
"Just down the road," said Stack.
"How far down the road?"
"'Bout five blocks. Why? You tired?"
"Nah, it's just the heels. I don't know if I can walk too far in these."
The walk wasn't all that long, but you were starting to sway a little. You had to remind yourself to put one foot in front of the other and walk in a straight line. Their street was decidedly quieter than the buzzing downtown, with a few glowing streetlamps. They stopped at a brick walk-up, and you followed them up the stairs.
The place was dimly lit. You stepped into a nicely furnished living room, and the three of you sat on a dark red sofa. You reached down to undo the straps on your heels. Mary reached into her purse, pulled out a bag of weed, and handed it to Stack. You watched as he ground it up, then began to roll it into joints. "You smoke?" asked Mary.
You nodded. "From time to time."
"You want some?"
"Sure."
As you smoked your joint, you felt your body begin to relax. This had to be stronger than anything you'd ever smoked. Every muscle in your body seemed to slacken. Stack placed you in his lap, facing Mary. You seemed to melt into him. "You feel that, baby?" he whispered.
Under you, you could feel his dick jump a little. And you just knew it was big. Your clit was throbbing now. "Yeah."
He chuckled. "You real quiet all of a sudden. You nervous?"
"Maybe a little." You shifted a bit. "I- I've never done this with.... two people, I mean..."
Mary closed the gap between you and held your chin in her hand, forcing you to look her in the eye. Her eyes seemed to be glowing, almost- you weren't sure if it was a trick of the light, or what. "That's just fine, sweet thing. You ain't gotta do much. We'll take real good care o' you."
"Don't think," said Stack. His dick jumped again- how many stages of growth did it have?! "Just feel."
And that you did. Mary kissed you, wet and sloppy, with lots of tongue. You shut your eyes. Their hands were all over you- you almost couldn't tell who was touching you where. The feeling was almost electric. Then Stack's hand went between your legs and played with the fabric of your panties. "Shit already wet as fuck, and we ain't even touched it yet."
"Why don't we take this to the bedroom?" whispered Mary.
They brought you to your feet and led you down a dark hallway. In the bedroom, they set you down on the bed, and once again, they were all over you immediately. Before you knew it, your clothes were in a pile on the floor. Feeling exposed, you shivered a little. Mary was on top of you now, her knees on either side of you, caging you in. Her hair was loose, and as she went in to kiss you, the strands tickled your face. You could smell her perfume- a fresh scent, with just a hint of flowers. She kissed your neck, then started to suck harshly. You were sure she'd leave a mark.
She kissed and licked each of your nipples, eliciting a gasp. Slowly, she kissed her way down your body. She gave you a slow, deliberate kiss right above your mound, and you involuntarily squirmed a little. "Just relax. I got you," she murmured.
She hooked your legs over her shoulders and licked a long, slow stripe up your pussy. You moaned and threw your head back. She started flicking your clit with her tongue, starting with light, teasing flicks, then slowly building up pressure as she went. You ran your hands through her hair.
Stack played with your hair. "She makin' you feel good, baby girl?"
"Mm-hm," was all you could say.
He slipped two fingers into your mouth, and you sucked on them as Mary ate you out. "Good girl."
"You ready to suck on somethin' else?"
You nodded. He withdrew his fingers and moved up a little. You could see his dick resting against his stomach- big and thick, just as you thought it would be. If you had to guess, it was probably eight? Nine inches? Either way, you knew it was gonna ruin you.
"Open that mouth up... that's a good girl." He eased himself into your mouth, inch by inch.
Slowly, he started thrusting, and you tried to take slow breaths through your nose. Just then, you could feel Mary putting two fingers inside you, and you moaned around his dick. "Shit," he groaned. He hit the back of your throat, and your eyes watered.
You could feel the pleasure building, and your legs started to shake a little. And her lips and tongue were still working on your clit, fingers still rubbing that sweet spot inside you.... "You 'bout to cum?"
You just moaned. You could feel yourself starting to unravel. He pulled his dick from your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva dangled from your mouth. You gasped. "Let it go, baby. Let me hear you."
Your orgasm hit you hard, your back arching off the bed, your toes curling. Your thighs squeezed around her head, and your grip on her hair tightened. When she finally pulled away from you, you were damn near out of breath. She lifted her fingers to your mouth. "You taste how sweet you are?"
You sucked your juices off her fingers, looking right into her brown eyes as you did it. "Alright," said Stack. "My turn."
Before you could respond, he was between your thighs. "Just gon' have me a li'l taste, is all."
But the way he ate you was straight-up nasty, spreading you open with his thumbs, lips locked around your clit. You whimpered and tried to pull his head off of you, but Mary was quick to grab your wrists and pin them above your head. You squirmed, but her grip was frighteningly strong. "Stay still and let him taste it now." Her voice had a bit of an edge to it.
He showed no mercy, harshly sucking your clit, devouring you like it was his last meal. Tears pooled in your eyes. Already, you could feel your stomach tightening, and your hips started to buck. "Oh, fuck!"
When you came this time, you swore you saw stars. Your whole body shook. And he didn't stop or even slow down, just kept licking you through it. He straightened up, smirking, his beard glistening. And you were limp, your eyes watery, still shaking. Your inner thighs were sticky. "I think we broke her," said Mary.
He laughed a little. "Damn, already? We ain't even halfway done."
"Well, there's no need to rush." She looked down at you and smiled. "We got all night."
You tried to catch your breath. You could hardly think straight. She was straddling you now, slowly running her hands up your body. "You ever licked a pussy before?" she whispered.
"No."
"Thought as much. Well, don't you worry, sweet girl. I'll take the lead."
She positioned herself on your face, and your tongue found her clit and started licking. You weren't quite sure what you were doing, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. She started to roll her hips. You could see her above you, the slight bounce of her tits, her mouth in a perfect little "o". And quite frankly, you were enjoying the view. Her moans seemed to go straight to your clit.
Now she was riding your face in earnest, and you dutifully lapped her up as she got wetter and wetter. "Doin' so good, sweet thing." Her voice was breathy.
She threw her head back. "Fuck, she's good!" Then to you, she said, "I'm gettin' close."
Your jaw was tired by now, but you kept going. Her hips started to stutter, and her movements got sloppier. Then she let out a high-pitched moan, and you could feel her thighs clamping around your head. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling- in fact, you kind of liked it.
Her face flushed, she moved off of you. "Not bad for your first time."
Meanwhile, Stack reached into a drawer and pulled out a condom. He peeled open the wrapper, put it on, and spread your legs. He rubbed himself against your slit. "Still so fuckin' wet." He pushed in, and you let out a sharp gasp.
"It's so big," was all you could say.
"You're real tight."
You could almost feel him in your stomach. He threw your legs over his shoulders and thrust into you, deep and hard. Your moans were shrill and dirty- music to his ears. Your whole body felt like it was on fire. Mary was at your side playing with your nipples, and it was almost too much. Stack placed a hand on your lower belly, and the sensation made you twitch a little.
All of a sudden, you felt a pressure building. "Oh, God..." This time felt different, though. "I... I feel like I'm gonna pee...."
"You not. Don't worry." You felt like you were about to burst. And when he started rubbing your clit... yeah, you were done for.
It hit you in a big wave, and you screamed. And Stack just had this smug-ass grin on his face. You would have thrown a pillow at him if you'd had the presence of mind to do so.
"Shit," he laughed. "You squirted, baby." He gestured to his moist abdomen.
You were so fucked out you couldn't say anything back. But, clearly not done, he flipped you onto your stomach. "Arch that shit, baby girl."
"Wha-" Your voice cracked.
"Did I stutter?" He pushed you up onto your hands and knees and slammed into you. The force of it nearly knocked the air out of you. You reached behind you in an attempt to get him to slow down or at least ease up a little, but he swatted your hand away. "Uh-uh, move that fuckin' hand."
He fucked you fast and rough, as tears streamed down your cheeks. You tried to bury your face in the mattress, but he pulled you up by your hair. And in front of you was Mary, rubbing her swollen clit and grinning like the Devil. "You doin' so good. Just give it to him, baby."
"The way you showed out on that dance floor, you thought I wasn't gon' wear yo' ass out?" he grunted. "Yeah, you gon' take all of this."
The sensation was so overwhelming, but almost on instinct, you pushed back onto him. He gave your ass a harsh smack, enough to make you jolt. "You like this dick, don't you, baby girl?"
Cocky motherfucker. You could only moan in response. Just then, you felt him spit on your asshole, then slip his thumb inside. It burned a little, but it wasn't unpleasant. That fullness you felt added to your pleasure.
Your knees and elbows were getting weak. You could hardly keep yourself up. Noticing this, he brought you up so that you were on your knees now, his arms wrapping around your midsection. He angled his hips just right, hitting your sweet spot. "Oh my God.... oh my God...." was all you could say as you felt that pressure building again.
Mary rose onto her knees and kissed you, another wet, sloppy kiss. You shattered once again, shaking and moaning into her mouth. You felt yourself squirt again- just a little. Enough to make Stack growl into your ear. "Good fuckin' girl."
She broke the kiss, and her eyes were glowing like they had earlier that night. She grinned and laughed to herself. This time, you swore you saw fangs. Now you had to be seeing things. You shook your head. The fuck was in that joint?!
You couldn’t really think about it, though. Stack was still fucking into you like nothing had happened. Mary went for your neck, and you felt a sharp, white-hot pain. And then you felt your consciousness slip from you, little by little.
A/n: I can’t even describe how surprised and happy I am, by the support and love you guys showed to part one. I am extremely obsessed and in love with these twins, and this is exactly what we all mean when we say we want to pair of Jordans, Amen?
Elias?” You mumbled, staring at the scene in front of you in horror.
Blood. All the blood. It was all you could focus on—the crimson liquid seeping from the side of Stacks’ neck, painting the ground in a gruesome tapestry of life and pain. Stacks, who was withering on the ground, struggled to move, his body twitching as if trying to fight against the inevitable.
The next thing you heard were gunshots, sharp and echoing in the air, as Smoke lit Mary up, each bullet finding its mark in her body. Just when you thought the chaos couldn’t escalate further, she dropped to the floor, only to rise again, defying the laws of life and death. Your ears were ringing from the close proximity of Smoke’s gunfire, but all you could see was Stacks.
As you inched toward him, desperate to reach him, Mary bolted toward you, pushing you out of the way with a force that sent you sprawling to the ground.
Hastily, you scrambled to your knees, crawling as fast as you could toward Stacks, your heart racing.
“Elias!” You screamed, horror twisting your voice.
There was an entire chunk of skin missing between the top of his neck and shoulder, a gaping wound that made you feel sick. Without a second thought, you tore off your shawl and pressed it against the injury, your hands trembling. Smoke, his face a mask of fury and fear, lifted his twin brother slightly, cradling his head in his lap.
“She fucking bit me, baby,” he coughed out, his mouth stained with blood, each word a struggle.
“Smoke, what do we do—?” you stammered, panic creeping into your voice.
“Fuck, just hold it!” he barked, his own desperation evident as he tried to help you stem the flow of blood from Stacks’ neck.
“I’m sorry,” Stacks wheezed, the sound barely escaping his lips. You felt one of his hands tap your elbow weakly.
“I don’t care! I don’t care about anything else; I just need you to stay with me, okay?” You begged, tears streaming down your cheeks as you kept pressure on the wound with one hand and reached down to hold one of his.
He squeezed your hand back, but only for a moment. You felt his grip loosen, and that arm fell limp, a chilling realization settling over you like a dark cloud.
“Elias, please!” you cried, your voice breaking as fear clawed at your insides.
“I love you,” he said, looking you dead in the eye, his gaze piercing through the pain, though his own eyes were mere slits now.
“I love you, big brother,” he murmured this time to Smoke, the words a whisper of tenderness amidst the chaos, before a gurgling sound escaped his lips, followed by an eerie silence.
“Elias?” You called, your heart racing, but there was no response.
“Elias!” You shouted again, desperation flooding your voice as you shook him gently, hoping against hope for a miracle.
But he was gone.
The world around you faded into a blur, the sounds of gunfire and chaos dimmin' as the weight of loss crashed down upon you like a heavy shroud. You felt a coldness seep into your bones, a chill that had nothin' to do with the night air—it was the icy grip of despair.
“Elias…” you whispered, his name hangin' in the air like a haunting melody, a promise left unfulfilled.
You couldn’t move. All you could do was stare at your hand clutchin' his. His hand was quickly turnin' cold, life leavin' him with every passing second.
Smoke's face twisted in agony as he cradled his brother, the bond of twinhood shattered in an instant. You could see the rage buildin' within him, a storm of emotions that threatened to erupt at any moment, ready to lash out at the world for takin' his brother away.
“Smoke, we have to move the body outside,” you urged, your voice shaky.
“Ain’t nobody touchin' my brother,” he seethed, fury and heartbreak intertwining in his words.
Coverin' your mouth to choke down another sob, the reality that Stack was no longer here played on a loop in your mind, a cruel reminder of what you’d lost.
“Y/n, you too, baby,” your sister said gently, rubbin' your shoulders, tryin' to coax you into movin'.
With trembling hands, you reached out, runnin' your fingers softly over his forehead before pressin' your own to his. You closed your eyes, wishin' for one last moment, one final chance to tell him how you felt.
“I should’ve told you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “I should’ve told you how much you mean to me.”
Your lip trembled as you leaned over, placing a tender kiss on his forehead, a goodbye you wished you didn’t have to say. Annie helped you up and out of the room, her grip firm yet comforting.
You paused at the doorway, lookin' back at Stack one last time, the sight of him still feelin' unreal.
“Come on, y/n,” Annie urged, her voice gentle yet insistent. You turned your gaze to your sister, who could see the hurt and pain in your eyes. Her heart ached for you and for her lover. Tears flowed freely down your face.
“I didn’t get to say it back, sista,” you whispered, the weight of your unspoken words hangin' heavy between you.
Haint.
That’s what your sister thought it was, but you all quickly found out she wasn’t too far off.
See, a Haint, in plain terms, was a malicious ghost. Restless spirits who, for some reason, hadn’t moved on.
But no.
No Haint would be handled between you and Annie, but vampires? That was a whole 'nother beast.
This was another type of evil you weren’t equipped to deal with. Not one that wore the face of the person you loved. When you saw him walkin' back up to that front door, lookin' alive as if nothin' had happened, givin' you that signature smirk, gold ones shinin’ like it was any other day, you were floored. You wanted nothin' more than to reach out, grab him, and make sure he was real.
Once Smoke closed the door, it stood still in front of it, unmoving. You prayed this was all a joke. You prayed Stack would just walk through that door and tell you that everything was gonna be okay.
But that didn’t happen.
You weren’t sure how he knew you were still on the other side of the door while the others were further away, tryin' to come up with some sort of plan, but you began to hear him whisper your name.
Or did you?
You weren’t sure what was real or fake anymore, and it was startin' to drive you mad. The voice of one of your very best friends askin' you to open up, plead in' with you, tryin' to assure you that everything was okay and nothin' was as bad as it seemed.
“Bam.” You shut your eyes tight as the sweet, silky voice of the man you loved coaxed you from the other side of the door.
“Elias, please,” you whispered, your voice tremblin' with confusion and longing.
“Open the door for me, Bam.”
“Just… I don’t understand,” you stammered, your heart racin' as it fought against the logic of your mind.
Your brain knew the truth. It wasn’t him. But your heart didn’t care, and right now, the two were at war with each other.
Everything you and your sister had grown up knowin' about magic and creatures that go bump in the night—it was all real, and it was literally at your front door. Yet, your heart struggled to see anything but Stack.
The man you had fallen so deeply in love with when you were just sixteen—the man you were still hopelessly in love with now. Except now, there was no longer a livin', breathin' Elias, but rather somethin' undead.
Vampire.
“Just open up for me, and I promise you, everything is gonna be okay, baby.” His voice flowed like honey, each word drippin' with the kind of sweet reassurance that used to melt your heart.
“Elias…” you breathed, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions, a fragile whisper that barely escaped your lips.
“Open the door, Bam.” This time, his tone was still gentle, yet there was an undeniable firmness to it that sent your heart racing, pulling you in like a moth to a flame.
“I can’t do that,” you sniffled, not bothering to conceal the hurt that laced your voice. “It’s not really you, ‘Lias.”
You pressed your forehead and hand against the door, wishing for nothin' more than to reach out and touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin against yours, to bring him back to you in any way that you could.
“But I am, Y/n. It’s still me, girl. There’s only one me, baby.” He joked in that familiar way that made your heart swell, even now, even in this twisted moment. “I’m just… better now. Everything is so much better.”
From the outside, Stack leaned against the door, his forehead pressed against the same spot where you stood, as if he could feel your presence through the wood, tethered to you by an invisible thread.
“No fear, no pain. Shit’s just beautiful.” You listened, entranced, as he went on, his voice smooth and enticing, painting a picture of a world where everything was normal. “And you’re beautiful.”
Mary, who had originally stood by giggling, enjoying the show of what she thought was her man trying to gain entry into the juke joint, recoiled at his words, her expression shifting from amusement to disbelief.
The hive mind they had formed once connected to Remmick allowed her to see into Stack’s thoughts as well. It wasn’t what she thought it would be.
Inside Stack’s mind…
Once he became part of the hive, she assumed his deepest, most inner thoughts would be of her—of their love, their connection.
But what was funny was that the bond they shared was nothin' more than the connection of two people who loved the same person back.
See, while Stack may have loved Annie, he breathed you.
It changed the landscape of her emotions as the vampire form tried to reason within, but deep down, she knew.
Stack was never really hers.
He was yours.
He always would be.
“You are beautiful, and you will be beautiful—on the outside and the inside,” Stack spoke convincingly, his tone a mix of charm and desperation that echoed in your chest. “And you and I? We will be together. No problems, no worries.”
Your fingers played with the latch on the door, the metal cool against your skin. You knew you couldn’t invite him in, but wouldn’t it be okay if you just looked at him? If you could see him, talk to him face-to-face, maybe you could reason with him. Fix him.
“We want you,” Stack said from the other side, his voice dripping with longing, like a lover’s whisper in the dark. “I want you.”
“But Stack—” Mary tried to interject, her tone tinged with concern, but one sharp look from him silenced her instantly.
“Shut up, bitch,” he seethed, the darkness that filtered into his voice made you recoil, snapping you out of the trance you didn’t even realize you were in, the warmth of his charm replaced by a chilling edge.
“I just want you,” he repeated, urgency creeping into his voice, raw and desperate. “It could be me and you.”
“Now open the fucking door!” Stack screamed, the sound of his fist slamming against the wood made you jump back, colliding into Smoke, who you hadn’t realized was standin' there, along with the others—watchin' you with sad, worried eyes as you broke down.
Smoke gently took one of your hands and squeezed it tight, his other hand resting on your back, guiding you away from the door toward Annie, a protective shield against the darkness.
“Come on, sister. You got to stop torturing yourself.” Annie’s voice was low and steady, filled with concern that wrapped around you like a warm blanket.
“Get the fuck on outta here, Stack!” Smoke threatened, takin' your place at the front door, ready to protect you from whatever darkness loomed on the other side, his stance firm and unwavering. “Fo’ I give you the pain you lookin’ for.”
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve already won,” Stack said, his voice dripping with a mix of confidence and something darker, leaving a chill in the air that seeped into your bones.
You struggled to catch your breath, disoriented and unsure how you ended up in the back of a car. The vehicle felt foreign, likely belonging to someone who had come to enjoy the evening’s festivities, not knowing what they’d fall victim to.
The world around you faded into a blur, drowned out by the sound of your ragged breaths and the pounding of your heart.
You blinked slowly, trying to clear the fog from your mind. Each time you shut your eyes, the horrific memories of the last half hour flashed before you like a relentless slideshow.
Grace. Taunted by Bo before she snapped, letting the horror in.
“Bam.”
Those of you who remained inside the juke joint were doing your best to arm yourselves before the undead descended upon you, ready to invade your sanctuary.
You blinked rapidly, feeling tears swell in your eyes, the last wave of grief crashing over you as you closed them tight.
You watched Delta sacrifice himself, as you felt Mary’s claws sinking into your abdomen, her whispers echoing in your mind at the memory of her claiming him as hers, before being suddenly thrown away from you.
“Bam.”
All you could do was watch as Smoke hovered above Annie, who had spared you a glance. She was muttering words you couldn’t understand; your ears filled with a deafening white noise.
A moment later, you watched your sister’s husband drive a stake through her heart. You could feel her essence leaving this plane, taking a piece of you with her as she slipped away.
“Bam.”
Everyone was gone. The people you grew up with, the ones you loved—they were all dead or turned to the undead. You looked down, the vision of your hand blurring in and out of focus as you felt something slick coating your fingers.
Blood.
This time, the blood on your hands was yours.
“Come on, Bam, look at me.” A voice said softly.
You blinked hard, your vision clearing as you finally focused on the face before you.
“Elias?”
A feeling you couldn’t quite describe washed over you. You were torn between wanting to scream and shout or attempting to run away, even though deep down, you knew you were in no condition to do so. You should be scared of him, but you didn't have the energy to feel fear. You were dying.
The air around you was thick with dread, the acrid smell of smoke and blood mingling in your nostrils, a stark reminder of the chaos that had consumed the night. With your last few moments in this lifetime approaching fast, you considered it might be a blessing to lay eyes on the face of your soulmate one last time.
With a shaky hand, you reached up, caressing the side of his face gently, yearning for the warmth that once radiated from him.
Stack let out a sigh of relief, the sound echoing in the stillness. You had been in and out of consciousness for what felt like an eternity as he picked you up and carried you away from the madness.
Stack looked down at the spot you’d been holding, your dress now darkened with blood, a stark contrast against the fabric.
The scent of you flooded his senses, and he couldn’t help the drool that pooled in his mouth, salivating at the thought of how you would taste. Yet, he fought against his new nature, focusing solely on you.
“Did you mean it?” you choked out, bringing his attention back to your face, your voice a fragile whisper.
“I did. I do.” He confessed, relishing the warmth of your touch against his cold skin. “I’ve been in love with you since I was a youngin’. I’ll always want you, even if you don’t want me.”
You looked into his glowing red eyes, filled with sincerity, and a pained laugh escaped your lips, tinged with irony.
“Even undead, your insecurities are screamin’,” you smiled, your teeth stained with blood. Your fingertips caressed his skin, grateful you could finally see him one last time. “I never wanted Smoke, Elias. I only ever wanted you.”
“I ain’t ever been nobody’s but yours, Y/n.” His rough voice whispered, filled with longing. “I will always be yours. I just need you to stay with me.”
You thought about it. Everyone else you loved was already gone, and you felt a hollow emptiness where your heart was supposed to be. You were on the brink of death yourself.
“C’mon now. I need to hear you say it. Tell me you wanna stay.” Stack pleaded, feeling your heartbeat slow beneath his fingers. He cradled your head in his hands, desperate for you to focus on him.
He wanted you to stay with him forever, but he didn’t want to take away your choice. He had taken enough from you tonight already.
“Please don’t leave me.”
Your thumb ghosted over his lip, and even half-dead, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him one last time.
Did it have to be the last time?
“I wanna stay,” you whispered through half-lidded eyes.
It was then Stack kissed you, kissed you the way he had pictured so many times before. You reciprocated, both of you ignoring the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. When you pulled apart, he kissed your forehead a few times before resting his on yours. He then took your hand in his, kissing your palm, then your wrist.
“It’s gon’ be alright, don’t you worry. I got you.”
I don’t need to write a stack x mary x black!reader that takes place in the 90s about a girl who gets kicked out of a girl group and will do anything to be the biggest artist alive
I don’t need to write a stack x mary x black!reader that takes place in the 90s about a girl who gets kicked out of a girl group and will do anything to be the biggest artist alive
I don’t need to write a stack x mary x black!reader that takes place in the 90s about a girl who gets kicked out of a girl group and will do anything to be the biggest artist alive
