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Girly where you been at, I miss you😞

i be in reality too much & forget to clock back into my passion sometimes stink

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ummm…. hypothetically….. how does one make a tag list?

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yall like how i updated my johnny series?

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III. BURNT BRIDGES

| w.c 2.3k | previous |

𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟖 (present day)

4 MONTHS AGO NYC was in absolute awe at the news that hit the concrete streets of the big apple

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐄

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐬, 𝐁��𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲... 𝑯𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅? Tony Stark Engaged to Y/N L/N—But How Long Will It Last?

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𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐅����𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲! Y/N L/N and Tony Stark Are Officially Engaged!

johnny storm hated galas now.

not because he didn’t clean up well—he did. still looked sharp in a suit, still got the looks, still had that movie star jawline that made cameras turn. but after everything, after the spotlight stopped feeling like home, events like this just felt loud. unnecessary. like wearing a costume that didn’t fit anymore.

"you good?" reed asked as they stepped out of the car.

"define good," johnny muttered, adjusting his cufflinks.

reed gave a small smile. "you didn’t have to come."

"yeah, well. sue's ankles are the size of small planets right now, and ben’s got strict orders not to let her out of the house. so here i am. your charming plus-one."

reed laughed under his breath. "let's just try not to set anything on fire."

"no promises."

they stepped into the venue—glittering chandeliers, champagne towers, and people wearing more money than most made in a year. typical stark affair.

"dr. richards!" someone called almost immediately.

reed winced. "there it is. the investor vortex."

"godspeed," johnny said with a lazy salute as reed was swallowed up by handshakes and finance talk.

johnny veered off toward the bar.

he didn’t need to drink—but he wanted one. something smooth. something to keep his hands busy. he leaned against the bar, ordering a whiskey neat, and scanned the room while the bartender poured.

"hey, aren’t you—?"

he glanced sideways. two women passing by gave him warm, flirtatious smiles.

"you still look good, hothead," one of them said, clearly recognizing him.

"thanks," he replied easily, lifting his glass in their direction. the smile he gave was polite, but brief. no invitation. no follow-up. just a quiet nod before turning his gaze back toward the crowd.

he sipped slowly. let the burn settle in his chest.

"look at you," came a voice behind him. smug, smooth, and unmistakably tony stark. "hiding by the bar like a man twice your age. what happened, johnny boy? used to be the life of the party."

johnny didn’t even turn around. "and you used to have humility."

"mm. can’t miss what you never had." tony slid into the empty spot beside him at the bar, gesturing for a drink. "you look like someone kicked your puppy. or told you the open bar’s running dry."

"maybe i’m just not interested in playing dress-up for your stockholders."

tony smirked. "funny. i thought you'd be right at home—cameras, cocktails, too much cologne."

"i don’t do the circus anymore."

"shame. you were always one of the best acts."

johnny finally turned his head, meeting tony’s gaze directly. "what do you want, stark?"

"nothing. just admiring the rare sight of johnny storm brooding. almost didn’t recognize you without fireworks shooting out your hands."

"almost didn’t recognize you without a bottle of champagne and two models."

tony laughed. "you wound me."

"not yet."

"—gentlemen," reed interrupted, finally prying himself away from a conversation with someone in a three-piece suit and too many opinions. "i see we're playing nice?"

"define nice," johnny muttered, taking another drink.

"oh, you know us," tony said, clapping a hand on reed’s shoulder. "just old friends catching up on our unresolved issues."

"ah. healthy."

before reed could redirect the conversation, a voice called out from behind—soft, familiar, and enough to make johnny’s grip on his glass freeze for just a second.

"tony?"

they turned.

and there she was.

y/n

her walk was elegant, her dress a midnight blue that hugged her perfectly, and her expression unreadable as her gaze swept the trio.

johnny felt the hit in his gut before he could brace for it. like some ghost had suddenly taken shape again, flesh and memory and every bad decision he’d ever made with her in a room full of witnesses.

she stopped beside tony, sliding her hand into his. johnny watched the movement like it was a punch to the ribs.

"there you are," she said, voice light but strained beneath the polish.

tony, of course, turned toward the brothers like he was about to present a trophy.

"oh, right. almost forgot—you guys have history," he said, clearly enjoying this. "well... awkward history." he grinned, ignoring the flicker of warning in y/n’s eyes. "still, no hard feelings, right? everyone loves a redemption arc."

johnny’s jaw ticked, but he stayed silent.

reed, tense beside him, tried to cut through the tension. "it’s been a long time."

"feels like yesterday," tony said cheerfully. "anyway—i don’t think you’ve been formally introduced... again. this is my fiancée."

y/n’s eyes flicked to reed. "nice to see you, reed."

then to johnny and stayed. no smile. no words. just a long, locked moment.

johnny didn’t flinch. he met her stare with one of his own, cool and unreadable.

"congratulations," reed said, his voice breaking the stillness.

y/n blinked, then forced a small smile. "thank you."

but that smile faltered—just for a beat—when her eyes fell back on johnny.

and just like that, the room was too loud again.

it was tony who finally leaned in with a low chuckle. “wow, you two could bottle this tension and sell it as a limited-edition fragrance — ‘eau de ex.’

"tony," y/n murmured, warning.

and that’s when another voice cut in.

"y/n."

she turned slightly, instantly recognizing it. "daddy?"

her father approached with a tight smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "may i borrow you for a moment?"

"we were just—"

"now."

tony let her go without a word.

reed looked like he wanted to step in, but johnny placed a hand on his arm. "don’t."

they watched as y/n was led away through the crowd, toward the side balcony.

the cold night air kissed her skin the moment she stepped outside. the door shut behind them.

"was that necessary?" y/n asked, crossing her arms.

her daddy gave her a look. "you stared at him, y/n. and not like you were mad. like you remembered."

"i did nothing wrong."

"you looked at him like you still care. like you forgot who’s standing next to you now. tony stark. that kind of look? it travels. and people notice."

y/n turned toward the city lights instead of answering.

he stepped closer. "you know what’s at stake here. this union—this marriage—is more than headlines. it’s stability. it’s power. stark industries and l/n global becoming one? you don’t throw that away for nostalgia. especially not for someone like him."

"someone like him?" she asked quietly.

"he’s reckless. self absorbed. inconsistent. you lived through that, remember? or have you rewritten history to make it prettier?"

y/n’s throat tightened. her voice came out flat. "i’m doing what you asked."

"then do it all the way."

he adjusted the cuffs of his suit. "fix your expression. go back in there. and be who we raised you to be."

the weight of her father's words sat heavy on her chest, pressing down like an iron vice. so, naturally, y/n did what any rational woman in an arranged marriage would do—she got absolutely plastered. 

it started with a couple of glasses of champagne. then a few shots of whiskey, which tony had explicitly told the bartender not to serve her. then, somehow, she ended up double-fisting martinis while giggling at a painting on the wall that she swore was "looking at her funny." 

tony, in the middle of an important conversation with some investors, glanced over just in time to see y/n climb onto the bar. 

"oh, for f—" 

"ladies and gentlemen!" she declared, dramatically throwing her arms out like she was about to perform on broadway. "i have an announcement!" 

the room quieted. tony pinched the bridge of his nose. reed, who had been watching from a distance, muttered, "oh boy," before taking a sip of his drink. 

"I—" y/n swayed slightly but managed to catch herself. "—am marrying the one and only tony freakin' stark!" 

a few scattered claps. a couple of amused chuckles. tony, however, was already moving through the crowd like a man on a mission. 

"and you know what?" she continued, ignoring the fact that her fiancé was closing in fast. "I— I used to think love was all about fate and passion and dramatic declarations in the rain." she waved a hand dramatically. "but NO. turns out, love is about capitalism and—" 

tony reached her just as she nearly lost her balance. he caught her waist, steadying her. "alright, sweetheart, let's get you down before you start a ted talk on marriage economics." 

y/n gasped, clutching his face. "baby," she whispered drunkenly. "you're so handsome up close." 

tony sighed. "i know." 

"you have really nice eyes." 

"i know." 

she patted his cheeks affectionately before her expression turned serious. "did you know i can do a backflip?" 

tony blinked. "okay, that's our cue to wrap this up. party's over, everyone!" 

a collective groan rang out as tony carefully lifted y/n off the bar. she immediately slumped against him, nuzzling into his neck. "mmm, you smell like money," she murmured, sighing happily. 

"thank you, sweetheart," tony deadpanned, shooting an apologetic look at the guests. "please, enjoy the gift bags on the way out." 

as the crowd slowly began dispersing, reed stepped up beside them, watching as tony practically carried y/n toward the exit. "you need help?" 

tony shot him a look. "do i look like i need help?" 

reed smirked. "she's your fiancée." 

tony groaned. "yeah, don't remind me." 

"BABY, CAN WE GET PIZZA?!" 

tony sighed. "yeah, yeah, let's get you some carbs before you start singing again."

—

reed was already by sue's side, his attention focused on his very pregnant wife, who was settled comfortably on the couch while ben fussed over her. 

johnny, on the other hand, was not in the mood for a peaceful reunion. 

"y’know what would've been great?" he announced, throwing his hands up. "a little heads-up! maybe a text, a ‘hey johnny, thanks for being a good lil brother and going with reed oh! by the way, y/n's engaged to tony stark!’ " 

ben barely looked up from fluffing one of sue's pillows. "huh. must've slipped our minds." 

johnny scoffed. "slipped your minds? you guys didn't think i'd wanna know?!" 

reed, who had his hand resting on sue's belly, monitoring the baby's movements, sighed. "It's not exactly our job to keep you updated on her love life, johnny." 

johnny turned to sue, the only one in the room he expected to actually understand why this was a big deal. "and you? you knew, didn't you?" 

sue gave him a knowing look. "of course, I knew." 

johnny threw his hands up again. "unbelievable! and you didn't think to tell me?" 

sue crossed her arms over her bump, her expression unimpressed. "what would it have changed, johnny? you seeing her again was inevitable."  johnny exhaled sharply, pacing the room. "you guys are acting like this isn't a big deal! it's tony stark! mr. billionaire playboy—" 

"emphasis on billionaire," ben muttered, earning a glare from johnny. 

sue, however, wasn't nearly as dismissive as the others. she shifted slightly, looking at reed before settling her gaze on johnny. "i don't think it's a good idea." 

that made johnny stop. his brows furrowed. "wait... you don't approve?" 

sue shook her head. "not even a little." 

ben let out a low chuckle. "here we go..." 

sue ignored him. "tony's a lot of things, johnny. smart, successful, charming—but i don't think he's what she needs." 

johnny felt an odd mix of relief and frustration. "then why didn't you say anything?" 

sue sighed. "because she's a grown woman. she's not going to listen to me, and she sure as hell wouldn't listen to you." 

johnny ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "this is insane." 

reed, ever the level-headed one, leaned against the counter. "johnny, whether you like it or not, she's moved on. and tony... well, he doesn't exactly lose." 

johnny clenched his jaw. "yeah? well, neither do I." 

sue sighed, rubbing her temples as johnny paced back and forth like a caged animal. "look, johnny, I know this is throwing you for a loop, but don't embarrass yourself trying to put something together from ashes." 

johnny stopped mid-step, turning to her with an incredulous look. "ashes?" sue met his gaze, calm but firm. "yes. you burned it, johnny. there's nothing left to fix." 

johnny clenched his jaw, running a hand down his face. "you don't know that." sue arched a brow. "i do. because if she wanted you, she would've found you by now. Instead, she's with tony." 

johnny scoffed, crossing his arms. "and you just said you don't trust stark." 

"i don't," sue admitted. "but that doesn't change the fact that she chose him." 

silence filled the room, heavy and suffocating. johnny looked away, jaw tightening as he processed her words. he wanted to argue, to say something—anything—that made this all make sense. but deep down, he knew sue wasn't wrong.  

reed, sensing the tension, finally spoke up. "johnny, maybe you should just let this go." 

ben snorted. "like that's ever been his strong suit." 

johnny shot him a glare before looking back at sue. "i just... i need to talk to her." his voice was quieter now, less defensive, more raw. "I need to know." 

sue exhaled slowly, standing up and stepping closer to him. "if you do, make sure it's not just for your ego," she said, softer now. "and don't expect her to be waiting for you." 

johnny swallowed hard but nodded. he wasn't sure if he was ready for the answer. but one thing was certain—he had to find out.

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“why you putting a question mark where she put a period at” — from a random wattpad book

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just joined the love island chat ik im late asf and so far amaya can really kick rocks bro…

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y’all heard about coryxkenshin…..

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fuck with a pro

✗ warnings: mostly none ( sfw minus kissing ), childhood friend trope, a lil tension wc: 540

synopsis: once hearing about a new fighter in philly, you go check it out realizing its an old friend.

(a/n: i re-wrote this a thousand times. listen to this with “Persian rugs “ by party next door!)

you had just got in touch with your childhood friend adonis. he was currently being trained by the rocky balboa. one of the best fighters for years.

the previous training session was intense to say the least. hell, you were sore just watching.

luckily, you guys had made its back to rocky’s house and were about to sleep.

“you can have my room, if you want” donnie told with an nonchalant expression , “no no, you have your room, ill sleep on the couch” you shrugged before the elder man spoke up. “why you two don’t just share the bed?” you could see adonis get flustered a bit.

“i mean, if yall are comfortable—if not don’t listen to me” he clarified shrugging before your friends eyes met yours.

woah, this couldn’tve been the adonis you became friends with all those years ago.

“it’s fine with me” he shrugged and just for a second you could see his admiring gaze. “yeah” you nodded heading towards the boys room.

you seen the bed and how tight it might’ve been had both of you laid comfortably in it. without anymore second guessing, you removed your shoes and laid in the bed. not too long after, adonis walked in and stared you down; mostly in shock.

“what?” you asked looking at him through your lashes, “i didn’t say nothing” he shrugged before pulling off his shirt, tossing it aside and laying beside you.

any other night you would’ve been dead tired. tonight though, you both were wide awake..in more ways than one.

you huffed throwing the covers off of you.

“can’t sleep either, huh?”

“if i could i wouldn’t be up” you snapped causing adonis to turn and face you “what’s your problem?” the man asked before you looked up at him seeing his raised eyebrows.

“..just tired i guess” “that ain’t no reason to be mad at me, fix that.” he told jokingly before closing his eyes, not knowing the affect it had on you. “shut up” you rolled your eyes pulling the cover away from him. he opened his eyes and scoffed seeing your fake sleep expression with the stifled smile.

everything settled for a second before donnie squeezed your side, just enough to sting.

“ow! jackass” you exclaimed slapping his arm. he laughed then gently pushed you, “quit hittin’ me” the man spoke shadow boxing you. “quit fake hitting me, then!” you said in an irritated tone.

“or what?” donnie kissed his teeth as if calling your bluff.

time passed like licks and somehow you two ended up all over each other.

donnie kissed you as he did his teeth earlier. his grips now more affectionate than playful. his lips found their way to your neck as you huffed impatiently.

the man brought his hand up to your shoulder, about to slide your shirt off. of course that was before the older man from earlier appeared in the doorway.

“my bad, kid—i, i didn’t see nothing” his gruff voice assured, which of course was a lie. you and adonis separated after being caught. both still wide eyed and breathless.

“i was gonna say, no training tomorrow—bad weather.” he finished before walking out and shutting the door.

now you really couldn’t sleep.

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Omg girl I forgot to tell you but I got the JoJo star tattooed yesterday

OMGGGG THAT LOOKS SO GOOD!!

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Your account is so pretty, you're so cool, and I love your writing!!! ♡٩(❛ัᴗ❛ั ๑ )(๑˃̶͈̀∇˂̶͈́)و⁾⁾˚*

GIRLIE YOUR THEME IS MY AESTHETIC DREAM AND YOUR STORIES ARE TOO TEAAAAA

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imma deleted geaux those crooked i’s because i got lost in the fluff of husband!louis & claudia’s diary entries ANDDDD COMPLETELY forgot about stack

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Hiiiii, I’ve been obsessed with your blog for like officially a month now (pls don’t think it’s weird I kept track), and honestly I love all of your work. You are literally the only writer whose work I’ve read over and over and over again. I was wondering if you didn’t mind me asking could we possibly get a part two to your “Money can’t buy what fic” pretty please 🥺. Again absolutely love your writing, literally never stop !!!

MWAHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 💋 i promise its already in the works babe

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you could tell he wasn’t used to all this.

the strip club, the men’s whistles..the tight restraint against his increasingly large bulge. this whole thing was far beyond a foreign concept to him.

but, you moved so gracefully. almost as if you knew he’d be feeling the way he is by watching you dancing. each time you spun around the pole he could swear he got harder.

it was already bad enough stack dragged him here but, it’s worse that he’s enjoying it. enjoying watching as you shake your ass. god, is it turning him on. he feels like such a perv to be this horny in strip club just from looking at a woman he doesn’t know—dance.

then for him to find out the prices for you to give him a private dance? pathetic.

the room was secluded from the rest of the club. but that didn’t stop the muffled voices of patrons from seeping through the dark painted walls.

he sat down as if he didn’t know what he paid for you to do. or maybe he was too ashamed.

you’d slide your hand up his thigh right by his hardened cock that is smeared in pre-cum. hes most definitely ashamed.

he didn’t even look at you, just whimpered grabbing your hand and placing it directly on the bulge. you caressed the area gently seeing as how he’s already a mess as is.

he tilted his head back with a whine as you kissed his neck. he sounded so pretty trying to stifle his moans and whines.

man, did he love this feeling.

the kisses spread far and wide as your ministrations on his bump continued. he parted his lips huffing as you left open mouth kisses all up and down his neck.

it really didn’t take much for him to cum. hell, just watching you, he was a mess. but now? he was in shambles.

soon enough, he finished. with a short shy “mngh”.

you pulled back looking at his seemingly damp pants. you could practically feel his humiliation. he cleared his throat before rising to his regular height and walking away, just short of the door.

not because he was ‘in love’ but because he felt embarrassed at having to resort to a strip club for release.

without any word, he walked out the door and closed it.

you giggled to yourself at his bashfulness. newbies are the best.

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LOVEHAPPY — E. (SMOKE) MOORE

➠ modernau! smoke x blk! reader

➠ mulan’s input; this song by the carters was on loop as well as int’l players anthem and the idea of a big luxurious wedding had me cheesing

➠ cw; in this annie passed unfortunately, n-word usage, smoke has cherophobia (yes, ik im evil yall), stack just being the best (& worst) best man

“big pimpin’ settlin’ down!? can you believe this nigga, sammie!?” stack chuckled as he readjusted his twin’s tie. smoke gave a small smile, but it barely shifted the knit in his brows as he returned to his thoughts. todays a big day— the biggest day for him and you… so why do he feel—

“we all knew you was the one really pimpin’, nigga. you was wildin’ last night,” sammie teased. “lucky mary ain’t see what I saw,” he added, cutting his eye at his older cousin.

“hey, y’know what the smokestack twins do to snitches?”

“do what?”

“shoot ’em in the ass,” they both said in unison, dead serious.

“go make sure cornbread is actually watchin’ over the bride’s door. knowin’ his ass, he got slim ol’ ass sittin’ drunk at it,” stack ordered, smacking his younger cousin in the back of the head playfully as he sent him out.

once sammie left the room, stack turned back to his twin, giving him a once-over.

“nah, for real though, big pimpin’…” stack’s grin softened as he dusted off his brother’s shoulders. “i’m proud of ya’”

“’preciate it…” smoke smiled sheepishly, eyes flicking to the mirror in front of him.

stack exhaled, pulling in his lips like he was bracing himself. like what he was about to say could shift the whole energy of the room.

“i know it was a lot to open up again after annie…” his voice dropped. “she was a great woman. epitome of a great wife.”

a long silence held them. smoke stared at his reflection—royal blue tux hugging his frame, a white magnolia tucked in his lapel like a whisper from heaven.

“i believe y/n is the best woman a man with blood on his hands could pray for,” smoke finally said.

then, quieter, “i just hope i’m the answer to her prayers.”

he turned, meeting his twin’s gaze head-on

3 years earlier

the hospital room smelled faintly of clean linen and antiseptic. the machines beeped soft and steady, but every tick of the clock felt louder than it should.

smoke sat beside annie’s bed, his large hand engulfing hers, thumb brushing gently over her knuckles. her body looked fragile, but her eyes—when they opened—still held that same flame. faint, yes. but not gone.

“eli…” she murmured, her voice brittle, like a memory hanging on thread.

he leaned closer. “yeah, baby?”

a soft smile curled her lips, small and tired. “you look like ya’ already buried me.”

smoke swallowed hard. “don’t talk like that.”

“i gotta,” she whispered. “you hardheaded. and i can’t haunt your ass if i don’t get the last word.”

she paused, shifting her hand slightly in his. “eli… you gotta stop thinkin’ love is punishment.”

he tried to speak, but she shook her head gently.

“you ever heard that old saying? ‘when the roots are deep, there is no reason to fear the wind.’”

he blinked. “what that mean?”

she smiled again—this time with a quiet pride. “it means love that’s real… it don’t break when life blow through. it bend. it sway, but it don’t fall. we had roots, eli. me and you, but you gotta let somebody plant new ones with you. someday.”

his jaw clenched, but his voice cracked when he finally spoke. “ain’t nobody gon’ love me like you.”

“no,” she whispered. “they not s’posed to.”

a silence fell between them, broken only by the rhythm of her breathing, slower now.

“just promise me…” she said, breath hitching, “you’ll let yourself grow again. you deserve to grow. to bloom into something beautiful..”

smoke bowed his head to her hand, tears soaking into her wrist as her fingers curled one last time around his

present day

smoke exhaled slow. the weight in his chest wasn’t gone, but it had shifted—become something steadier.

“when the roots are deep…”

he looked into the mirror, fingertips brushing the magnolia pinned near his heart.

“i’m still growin’, baby,” he whispered. “and I think I finally found good soil.”

stack’s voice came from the doorway, warm and steady. “e, don’t let that cherophobia ruin this damn day for you,” he strolled over to his other half, “‘cuz i spent too much on a damn suit that ain’t even my favorite color” he complained

“but what if someone objects? o-or she has second thoughts and gets cold feet?” smoke’s once relaxed features now etched with paranoia; gripping him like a vice

stack just sighed, smirk tugging at the corner as he shook his head. “1. i don’t think that’s how that works, especially at weddings and 2. sounds like you’re the one gettin’ the chills in ya big toe,”

stack watched his brother spiral in silence for a moment—eyes darting, lips tight, fear creeping up like smoke from an old fire. then he stepped forward and pressed his weight on him like a ragdoll, locking his eyes on his twin in the mirror

“look at me, e.”

smoke raised his eyes slowly.

“she chose you, my nigga. ain’t no bluff, no charity, no ‘maybe.’ she know who you are, who you was, what you used to do and she still wanna meet you at the altar. that mean somethin’.” he jabbed a finger right where the magnolia was pinned against smoke’s chest.

smoke stared at it, silent, trying to breathe past the knot in his throat.

stack pulled back, eyes narrowing like he was tryna decide whether to console him… —or call him a pussy. then his lips curved. “y’know what? you remind me of that one song…” he started, waving a finger as if he was sorting through his memory right before him. smoke sighed.

“what fuckin’ song stack?” smoke asked, sounding exhausted of his own paranoia

stack cleared his throat as he rested back on his twin, “so.. i typed a text to a girl I used to see, sayin' that i chose this cutie pie with whom i wanna be” smoke shook his head at his twin’s stupidity, but a tiny smile was threatening his lips.

stack raised his arms in feigned surrender, backing away while still going “…and i apologize if this message gets you down then i cc'ed every girl that i'd see-see 'round town and hate to see y'all frown, but I'd rather see her smilin'” he pointed towards the door, like he could already see her at the altar, waiting.

smiling.

for him.

“wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island, peninsula maybe” stack shrugged, sauntering over to open the door, revealing sammie, cornbread & a surprisingly sober delta slim that all held knowing grins

stack strolled back to smoke, slung an arm over his shoulder, cool as ever. “it makes no sense, I know crazy? give up all this pussycat that's in my lap, no lookin' back”

smoke snorted despite himself, head dipping down, that weight on his chest beginning to ease. “you done?” he asked quietly.

stack just smirked. “would not burn me on my bum, when I shoot the moon high jump the broom, like a preemie out the womb”

“my partner yellin' "too soon! don't do it!, reconsider! read some literature on the subject, you sure? fuck it”

“y’know we got your back like chiropractic,” cornbread brought him into a brotherly dap

sammie giddily joined in, “if that bitch do you dirty, we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent” smoke cut his eyes at his cousin, an unspoken “my wife ain’t some bitch” look

“now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar!” they all shouted in unison, laughter erupting as they pulled smoke in for big bear hugs, back slaps, and handshakes. then, just like that, the others filtered out—leaving only smoke and stack in the quiet of the dressing room again.

stack leaned in, hand cupped around the back of his twin’s neck, foreheads nearly touching. “i know you ain’t a pimp,” he said softly, “but pimp… remember what i taught ya.”

stack cut in again, voice low now—soft but clear as a prayer, “keep your heart, 3 stacks, keep your heart…” he squeezed firmly, a few tears flowing down his twin’s cheeks without him realizing his crumbling exterior.

“hey, keep your heart, 3 stacks, keep your heart… man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, y/n is smart” smoke let out a choked half-laugh, half-sob, wiping at his eyes at the alternation.

“play your part,” stack whispered, brushing away one last tear from his twin’s face.

the music started soft—low strings and the distant coo of a piano, like the prelude of a dream. the altar was dressed beautifully—lit candles, antique candelabras, and vines crawling up wooden beams like nature wanted to bear witness too. the double doors parted, first came pearline, regal as ever, arm locked with a freshly lined-up sammie, who walked like the aisle was his big break.

behind them came grace, cheeks pink with nerves, walking proudly beside bo, who nodded respectfully to everyone like he was at a barbecue and a board meeting all at once.

then came cornbread, slow-steppin’, lips pursed with fake reverence and one hand curled protectively around mary’s. she looked elegant—graceful even—but something in her eyes was off. distracted. sharp.

grace’s brow furrowed. a subtle twitch that can be missed if you wasn’t taking in the details of each bridesmaid. however, pearline noticed too, glancing discreetly over her shoulder once the pair had passed.

and that’s when it hit them.

there were only three groomsmen.

and stack hadn’t walked out with any of them.

pearline leaned in to grace, her voice barely a thread beneath the music.

“where’s stack?”

grace shook her head slowly, clutching her bouquet tighter. “i was wonderin’ the same thing.”

mary, already halfway into formation, dipped her chin slightly as she caught their eyes.

then, low and quick like a snake through grass, she whispered—just loud enough for them to hear, “smoke ain’t cold, but his feet might be. stack’s in the back—tryna keep it from reachin’ her before it’s too late.”

grace’s eyes widened.

pearline’s lips parted, but she said nothing. just turned forward again, holding her position like any good soldier would.

the music swelled again. the chapel walls seemed to lean in closer.

the tension had shifted—just slightly.

a tremor beneath all the satin and lace.

the hush in the chapel was thunderous once the doors opened for a second time

and there she was.

y/n, radiant. floating. veiled in ivory and wrapped in soft candlelight. every step was poetry. every breath held in by the crowd.

her hand clutched her father’s arm like a lifeline, bouquet trembling just enough to give her nerves away.

but when her eyes lifted—when they reached the altar, her breath caught.

there was no groom waiting.

the aisle stretched on, long and holy. the officiant stood patiently beneath the archway, hands folded. the groomsmen had lined up. the bridesmaids were all in place. but the man she was walking toward?

he wasn’t there.

y/n’s heel stuttered on the tile. a half-step. almost nothing, but her father felt it.

“hey,” he murmured, squeezing her hand tight. “look at me.”

she turned, eyes wide with quiet panic, lips already trembling. “now i know what you’re thinkin’, baby girl. but let me ask you this…”

his voice softened, memories laced through every word.

“‘member that time you got sick down in lil’ rock? 4 states away, middle of nowhere, ain’t no flights runnin’, weather all sideways?”

y/n blinked, throat thickening.

“you ain’t even call him. just mentioned it to pearline in a damn text. and that boy—that man—showed up at your door in less than twelve hours. had soup in one hand and damn near tears in his eyes.”

she let out a shaky laugh, shoulders easing just a little. her father leaned in, pressing a kiss to her temple like he used to when she was little.

“if that man could move mountains and highways to get to you then, you don’t think he movin’ heaven and hell to get to you now?”

y/n swallowed hard, vision blurring behind her veil—but her back straightened. her grip steadied.

she nodded once, strong. chest now blossoming with confidence, not for herself but for her husband

“alright then,” her father smiled. “let’s go greet whatever miracle’s 'bout to walk through them doors.” and together, they began walking again

she reached the altar with every eye still on her, every breath in the chapel caught in a slow, suspended hush.

her father brought her hands to his lips and kissed her knuckles gently. then, as if blessing her journey into something deeper, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“you’re gonna be alright,” he whispered. “you already are.”

he stepped aside, blinking faster than he’d admit, and gave her hand one final squeeze before moving to his seat.

y/n stood alone now at the altar—no veil of nerves left to hide behind. just her, radiant and trembling, wrapped in satin and courage.

pearline was the first to speak, soft and reverent from behind her.

“girl… you look like a damn vision.” her voice cracked halfway through, eyes shining with pride. “ain’t no one ever looked that stunning and that ready at the same time.”

grace fanned herself dramatically, sniffling. “lord, bo, i might cry more than i did at our wedding.”

bo, standing among the groomsmen with a steady expression, gave a quiet, reassuring nod to y/n

“he’s comin’,” he said calmly, his voice carrying just enough to be heard without stirring the crowd. “man like that? he wouldn’t leave you. not for all the nerves in the world.”

y/n blinked away the burn in her eyes, lips parting—but she couldn’t find words.

mary gave her a slow wink from the bridesmaid line, chin tilted, that old fire in her voice. “you better not cry and mess up that beat face. stack’d kill him before you ever got the chance.”

the guests were quiet, but a ripple of chuckles moved through the front pews.

as if on queue, the music started again but this time bold and a little too upbeat. people turned, confused, as the chapel doors flung open like a movie set.

and there he was. stack.

“y’all can relax—wedding’s still on!” he announced, arms wide like a prophet, tux glistening under the light, sunglasses still on indoors.

he strutted down the aisle slow, with the kind of confidence that said ‘i helped make this day happen, so you gon’ see me’.

“y’all thought i wasn’t gon’ walk?” he called out, halfway down. “i’m the best man, not otis!”

laughter bubbled up from both sides of the aisle. pearline groaned, already shaking her head, while someone’s uncle clapped in approval.

“he treatin’ this like a bet awards entrance,” mary muttered from the bride’s side.

stack paused to shake hands with a few guests like he was campaigning for mayor. then he stopped mid-aisle, threw his head back dramatically and yelled

“SMOKE! THEY WAITIN’ ON YO’ BLACK ASS!”

that drew full-on laughter this time.

stack made it to the altar, popped his collar, and dabbed his forehead with a silk handkerchief like the moment was too hot to handle.

“okay, now we good,” he grinned, finally falling in line beside the officiant. “commence the tear-jerkin’ shit.”

then the music shifted.

a slower, cooler rhythm with that deep southern soul rolled in. the chapel settled.

and then— smoke appeared.

framed in the doorway like the final line of a poem; royal blue tux sharp as sins from his youth, magnolia pinned near his heart like a memory.

his eyes swept the room—nerves still lingering in their corners—but when they landed on her?

the world quieted— his world quieted

y/n stood at the altar, light hitting her just right—veil soft like moonlight, bouquet clutched tight to her ribs. her lips parted, and though her eyes shimmered, they didn’t cry. she smiled.

the kind of smile that broke chains and erased all doubt

smoke exhaled hard, almost staggered. like something cracked wide open inside him and poured out into the soles of his shoes, steadying him.

he walked.

not rushed. not too slow. just enough to carry the weight of this moment like a crown and a cross, that won’t be stolen from him this time

pearline mouthed, “told ya’.”

mary let out a relieved breath, fanning herself with her bouquet.

bo gave a knowing nod to his longtime friend

and stack?

stack smirked like his work here was done.

as smoke reached the altar, he didn’t say anything right away. he just took her hand.

“sorry i was late”

pt.2?

[hoetachi]

HAIIII HELLO ARE U STILL ACTIVE DO U REMEMBER ME?????

ofc i remember you sosa baby!!!

[hoetachi]

Hiiiii, I love you Loustack drabble and was wondering if maybe we could get a pt. 2. I absolutely adore your writings !!!

i have something even better for you lovely