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Writing been rough for me these days 😭😭 but I miss it real bad at the same time 💔. The result of that is my unserious ass tapping in with the twins to try to work through my writers / motivation block lmaoo. Not tagging nobody cause like…idek what this is fr lmao.
•
“Do you think the way you talk to people is a problem?”
Stack was on the couch, legs spread wide, arms thrown over the back, wide grin completely taking over his face.
“Do you think the way I talk to people is a problem?”
“You’re answering a question with a question, Stack.”
“You answerin’ a question with a statement.”
“Okay — let’s pivot. Why do you talk to people the way you do?”
“‘Cause ain’t nobody gon’ beat my ass about it.”
“….Soooo, one could say because you weren’t allowed to express yourself in childhood, you refuse to be filtered as an adult?”
His grin dropped. “Now who the fuck said all that?”
•
“How are you doing today, Smoke?”
Smoke looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.
“I’m coo.”
“….Do you care to expand?”
“No.”
“……….”
He looks at meeee and I look at him.
“See, this is why me and you don’t see eye to eye. I can’t write you if you don’t talk to me.”
Smoke shrugged, “I don’t be having nothing to say.”
“When I put Annie on the page you got something to say.”
He tilted his head, “Then put my woman on the page wit’ me where she belong and keep her away from my brotha’.”
“Oop.” (The author was too stunned to speak).
•
“Can I be blunt with you?”
“Always.”
“A lot of people assume you’re a slut with no depth. What do you say to that?”
Stack shrugged, “Fuck ‘em.”
“Stack please —
“I ‘ont give a fuck what these niggas say or think about me.”
“Okay, so hear me out — stop looking like that. I would argue that you do care about what people say and think, maybe a little too much sometimes?”
Stack scoffed, “And who the fuck you supposed to be?
“……the author that writes you nigga.”
•
“So….your childhood.”
“What about it?”
“What’s the first word that comes to mind when you think of it?”
Smoke’s face was blank. Mouth stayed shut.
“Okay, no. Excuse the unprofessionalism but nigga you gon’ talk. I got five unfinished Google Docs with half sentences ‘cause you wonna act like you mute. A bitch is spiraling. I’m tryna beat life, life beating me, and now you don’t wonna open yo’ mouth -”
“Ight.” Smoke was frowning now. “I don’t like all ‘dat.”
“All of what?”
“When you get emotional like that.”
“Emotions make you uncomfortable?”
“……..”
“Maybe because it’s easier not to feel? Or because you never had any space to feel? Not with the circumstances you grew up in. Not when you spent your whole childhood protecting Stack from them.”
Smoke’s shoulders squared.
“I love my brother.”
“I never said you didn’t love your brother.”
“……..”
“I feel like you’re getting defensive.”
“I feel like you pushy.”
“Oh my god — Smoke was that a joke???”
“No.” Smoke didn’t blink. “You really pushy as hell.”
“…..that’s ironic coming from you.”
His lips turned down, “The fuck that mean??”
“Nothing! Nothing at all…”
•
“It’s my turn to ask the questions.”
“Those…are not the rules Stack.”
“Rules don’t apply to me.”
“…that’s exactly why Annie ignoring yo’ ass now.”
Stack smacked his lips. “Don’t even bring that shit up. She ignoring me cause she scared she like me. When you gon’ write the rest of that shit anyway?”
“Whenever I write it.”
He pointed, “You slacking on yo’ job.”
“You just ready to act an ass at that club.”
Stack smirked, “Me? Act an ass? Do that even sound right?”
•
“…….”
“…….”
“Half of the time I don’t even know what to say to you.”
“You don’t gotta say nothing. We can sit here in silence.”
“Do you like silence, Smoke?”
Smoke squinted.
“Please don’t look at me like I just asked something dumb. Let me start again — some people think you use silence as a shield. Or a form of control. Or a defensive mechanism. Do you have any thoughts on that?”
Smoke titled his head, “……..a nigga just can’t be quiet?”
A beat of silence passed.
“..…touché.”
•
“The people wonna know why you act like that.”
“And who the fuck is the people?”
“Me.”
Stack smacked his lips, “Man, how I act??
“You know how you act, Stack. Impulsive. Reckless. Why is that? And I want an answer from you that’s at least half way serious.”
Stack set up. Dropped his smirk. “Check this out. My mama dead. My daddy cared more about a bottle den his own sons. And when he did remember we was alive, he was beatin’ my ass. Cause I was too loud. Too quiet. Not staying in a child’s place. Acting too much like a child. I spent my childhood walking on fuckin’ egg shells. Now? Ain’t no mufucka gone regulate what I do or how I do it. And I ‘ont give a fuck how reckless it come across.”
“So…chaos, impulsivity — whatever you wonna call it — is your form of control then? Your freedom?”
The smirk was back. “…I like you author lady. You got a lil sense.”
•
“So, I’m in the middle of working on part 2 of Surrender.”
“And?”
“Do we like how it’s going so far?”
Smoke blinked. “You got 3 pages. If that.”
“And do you like the three pages?? Damn.“
“I done only said like twenty words. You got me standing there like a mime for more than half of it.”
“And whose fault is that???”
“Yours.” Smoke squinted his eyes. “You the writer ain’t you?”
•
“A lot of people like Blurred Lines.”
“‘Course they do,” Stack said it like that was obvious. “Cause I’m the favorite twin.”
“….Are you?”
“Yeah.” He tapped his fingers on the back of the couch. “And errbody know it.”
“For you to be the little brother, you have a very big ego.”
“You know what else big? This di—”
“Andddd that’s the end of your session.”
•
“Let’s circle back to what you said earlier. About loving yo’ brother.”
“Do love my brother.”
“And do you ever resent him?”
Smoke’s brows drew down.
“Resent? I ‘ont like that word.”
“That’s fine. Give me one of your own.”
“….Ain’t resentment. It just – is what it is. Stack gon’ be Stack. And I’m gon’ always look out for Stack. He don’t got nobody else, never had nobody else. Shit he went through — he deserve to live free I guess.”
“You said the ‘shit he went through’. You went through shit too, Smoke. Who looks out for you? Who makes sure you live free?”
“Stack look out for me.”
“Okay.”
“And Annie my freedom. My home.”
“That’s sweet.”
“Ain’t tryna be sweet. Just being honest.”
“……”
“…….”
“Im assuming you’re done talking, then?”
“You supposed to be the writer,” Smoke crossed his arms. “You tell me.”
“……”
“……”
“Yeah, we done.”
• • • • •
A/n - Yes, this is what goes on in my brain 🌚. And yes, I probably qualify for a check lmao. Uhh if you read all this for some reason, thanks for entertaining the foolishness?? Lmaoo
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A gritty, Neo-noir crime drama that explores themes of morality, brotherhood, and love.
Twin brothers Elijah “Smoke” and Elias “Stack” Moore never return to Mississippi after World War I. Instead, they make a name for themselves during the height of the Harlem Renaissance, where numbers slips and jazz clubs fuel dreams. But when Smoke becomes enamored by a mysterious woman from New Orleans, he decides he wants to leave the game for good.
Prologue
Chapter 1 - Coming Soon
† The Priestess
A Slow-Burn Smoke & Annie Backstory
Annie, an 18-year-old from New Orleans, moves to Clarksdale with dreams of building a life all her own. There she meets Smoke, a 21-year-old war veteran with a dangerous reputation. What grows between them is sweet, sticky, and Southern— a smoldering love set against a world of bootlegging, Hoodoo, and blues.
A unique opportunity pulls Athénaïs "Annie" Alexander, a seasoned flight attendant with a harrowing past, out of her comfort zone, and into a world of danger, intrigue, and the orbit of some notorious twins.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Netflix & Chill
Modern Smoke & Annie Smut
Smoke and Annie have been seeing each other for a few months now. They’ve kissed, even done some heavy petting. Lately they’ve been spending more time together alone, each time getting hotter and heavier. But tonight? The side effects of a little weed and liquor turn their Netflix & Chill date into something freaky.
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