#tyrone x reader

[melaninpov]

John Boyega in Mens Health

[turquoizxe]

𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

Tyrone x Black!Fem!Reader

Rating ― Adult (18+)

➝ He wasn't right for you, and you both knew it, but you always failed to stay away from one another. The chemistry you had together was addictive. After months, you broke the no-contact rule. While it wasn't entirely intentional, you weren't going to deny another quick fix.

Author's Note: WE.ARE.SO.BACK!! I'm so, so sorry for being away for over a year. Life has really been getting the best of ya girl, and I've really been missing writing and engaging with the community. Making fics again was desperately needed, ngl, but especially for Tyrone since it was requested before my unplanned hiatus. I have many unfinished WIPS that need to be polished (and published). I hope I didn't lose ya'll entirely. But I'm so glad I finally found the time to return and work on this. Without further delay, please enjoy lmfao.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - @blowmymbackout

𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩/𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ― vulgar language, mentions of drugs, alcohol, depictions of social anxiety, use of aave, use of the n-word, kinda toxic, dirty talk, semi-voyeurism, grinding, fingering, oral(fem!receiving)

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 ― 3.024k

The room was as cloudy as your judgment, thick with the smell of backwoods and jungle juice. Every offer to dance was declined, and no drinks were indulged except the bottled water you brought. The mix of bodies and overwhelming heat, the beverage didn't stand a chance, crumpling the plastic and discarding it to an overfilled trashcan nearby.

You would've been home re-watching Insecure hadn't it been for your friends and their pleading. The promotion at your job had begun to take up most of your time, not leaving much room for parties. Though you didn't mind, you felt you had grown out of the partying scene after undergrad. You took it upon yourself to get out there again. It had been months since you made an actual attempt to loosen up.

Your first mistake was not asking what kind of party they had in mind. The last time you were at a house party, your age ended with 'teen'. You tried to let the blaring music numb your senses, your head flinging back, searching for a vacant space in your mind to let go. Your homegirls were elsewhere attempting to find someone, in addition to a bed to lie in for the night. You couldn't remember the last time you decided to put your ass back in this environment. You were so convinced that you rose above this lifestyle.

The last few months at your job, while rewarding, were also hectic and didn't leave much room for the hoodrat shit you used to entertain. It wouldn't hurt to go back to the old bullshit you used to do just for a night, right?

The same hood, same niggas, same opportunities, and same disappointments. But at least it gave you familiarity.

Well― maybe not the party, but the way his eyes bored into you from across the room intensified the goosebumps on your skin. You weren't sure if you liked it, but your nether regions had other plans. You prayed that he didn't see you squeeze your thighs together. Any tighter, you were sure your jeans would start busting out the seams.

Tyrone had been eyeing you since you pulled up, and you couldn't help but revel in whatever was occurring between the distance of your bodies. In his mind, though, you were on some bullshit.

You might have left this life behind, or at least most of it. If you'd left everything, you'd have a half-year streak of not bringing your ass to Inglewood, but especially Tyrone's house, where he would give you a much-needed release after your stressful days at your job. You had just finished college and received an offer from your dream job after busting tables and what felt like countless hours with internships. Once the big girl checks started coming through, so did your plans to leave Inglewood. You thought you'd been preparing your whole life for this. To move up, to get rid of the life you once knew, and to do better for yourself.

Even in your success, you didn't have it in you to leave Tyrone. You couldn't leave behind your smoke sessions, the conversations, the multitude of playlists he made for you...and the way he filled you in all the right places, it didn't matter what stage you rose to in life. You always found yourself back on his level. It took one night for you to finally leave everything, and since then, whatever you had going on, dissipated. Tyrone knew where you were, and he always respected your boundaries. But that was easy to do when your return was guaranteed.

It had been weeks since you contacted him. Yet, that feeling you had when seeing him always felt new.

You exchanged formalities and proceeded to stick to your girls so you'd have a reason for him not to approach you. But your friends knew you, and more importantly, you knew your friends. Within minutes, you were left to fend for yourself against a man who you knew was ready to swallow you whole. And as much as you wanted it, you knew it wasn't a good option.

All it would take is just a moment...

You had gotten so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn't realized that Tyrone moved from his spot. The pang that was already present in your chest had grown stronger. Your eyes frantically searched for his cornrows and the blunt that lingered from his lips, until you finally decided to also move from your corner. You started to push your way through the crowd, hoping your friends would find your hands flailing for safety. To no one's surprise, there was too much going on. You just hadn't processed how many more people showed up since your arrival. The loud music and weed started to overstimulate you, and you needed to get somewhere quiet. Fast.

The stairs weren't far from your view, and you excused yourself through the rowdy crowd. It didn't take long for you to make your way upstairs, and fewer people were visible until you reached around the corner to a bathroom. Quickly, you shut the door and took a deep breath of the air. It wasn't completely rid of the activities that were occurring below, but it was better than the stuffiness of it all.

You had felt your legs shaking, struggling to hold onto the sink in front of you. You couldn't remember the last time you were around so many people, but you didn't mind as much going back to a part of your past. And that piece is more than likely lurking around for your silhouette. You pulled out your phone, frantically searching for Yoyo's contact, praying she'd answer and not be off somewhere fucking with her ex for the umpteenth time. Not like you were above that yourself.

But, as you expected, straight to voicemail. If her phone wasn't on DND, you were certain it was as dead as your social battery for the night. For the rest of the weekend, even. You didn't even think to text, knowing she would only respond the following morning. You'd have a better chance of catching her if your phone turned into a bottle of Hennessy.

You took a deep breath, acknowledging the only person here to save you from the party was yourself. Pulling your keys from your purse, you slowly made your way from the bathroom. You hadn't realized a small line formed during your moment of recollection. You lowly mumbled a "sorry" before continuing to make your way downstairs. Your only issue is that these halls seemed much easier to navigate on the way up. It didn't take long before the rest of this house started to feel like a maze.

Your feet had begun to move frantically, hoping that your body could find the exit while your brain was moving miles per minute. With each corner you turned, you became less confident that your escape plan would be successful.

And even less so once you nearly bump into the last person you needed to see.

Before your bodies could collide, shock coursed through your body, coming to a complete halt. You were close enough for your lips to almost touch. The moment his eyes fell into yours once more, you wished the walls that surrounded you hid your silhouette. Even amidst the chaos that rushed through you, his dark brown orbs that bored into yours― it felt calming.

"You done avoidin' me now?"

You took a deep breath, Tyrone taking it upon himself to hold up your chin. It took everything in your body to maintain the little composure you still had. You knew he could tell how he made you feel. He knew you were avoidant because no matter how many times you went off, the space in his arms was always reserved for you.

And you both knew it.

"Stop actin' shy, ain't nobody mad at you."

You shrugged his hand away. In return, he respected your space, stepping back to show that he wasn't holding you hostage. And yet, you were still. "So you must wanna talk..."

"It's never just talking with you." You looked away from his gaze once again, the embarrassment settling in. You were praying at any moment that someone would emerge from around the corner. He stepped forward, pinning you with the little space that remained between you, the wall becoming your only support system. Your eyes glared up at him, his stature towering well over you.

Why you following me, Ty?"

Your attempts to stand your ground faltered. If it weren't for your nether regions going off the radar, it would have been easier for you to control the squirming as you were underneath him. Your breath hitched, feeling your crotch rub against his thigh, while your own grazed his growing arousal. Your chest felt as if it were to break free at any moment; you felt that he would eventually drag you into a room to satisfy your craving. And deep down, you really wanted him to.

Slowly, he dragged his thumb across your face, caressing your cheeks, slightly pinching your lips, your gloss coating his fingertips. You took it upon yourself to wrap your lips around him, softly sucking the skin, maintaining eye contact, and letting go of the last of the decorum you had left.

It hadn't been taken into account that the space that was once between you was now nonexistent. Your lips are dangerously close to touching. Tyrone took initiative this time around, swallowing you whole. You felt your lip combo smear across your face as he ravaged you.

"You knew what would happen the moment I got you alone...", he trailed off, his hand sneaking towards your lower region. That feeling in the pit of your stomach had started to build. You had almost forgotten about your surroundings, and you weren't really into voyeurism.

"'Taine, we shouldn't...not here," you breathed out, his hand making its way to your jeans. He teased, gently rubbing over your cunt, applying pressure where he knew your clit would be. He had you figured out long before he caught you alone, long before you let him inside your walls...

"I'd believe you if you weren't encouraging me..."

Your hand had also traveled, guiding him to loosely unbuckle your jeans so he could properly feel where you needed him most. Tyrone was giving you time to protest. And yet, all you could muster up was a mewl, pressing your chest against him, begging him to touch you once more. He knew better than to leave you wanting. Some nights, you wish it weren't so easy for him to break down your walls like this— though it's not like you cared once his fingers delved into them. Before the world could hear how he was making you feel, he took the opportunity to cover your mouth, his face cuddled into your neck, feverishly spreading kisses across. You take a leg, wrapping it around his torso to give him better access. He felt you tremble beneath him when he finally hit your spot, moaning into his mouth once more― thumb applying pressure to your clit, painfully circling the hood to tease you further. His hand slowly traveled around your neck, slightly applying pressure on the sides.

"So fucking nasty..."

You and Tyrone never had any intimate encounters that risked the viewership of the public eye in recent years, but you weren't complaining, and he could tell you enjoyed it the way your slick coat his fingers. Your knees began to buckle, and he took the earliest opportunity to wrap your weak legs around his torso to further support you. Your arms wasted no time wrapping around his neck, your lips finding his neck to muffle your cries. His lips found your collarbone, peppering kisses where he knew you liked, his free hand grabbing the plump that your ass carried.

"Fuck...Tyrone, I can't-"

"Can't no corporate nigga fuck you this good, you know dat."

Your body fell into his touch, clit pulsating and body jolting from his whispers in your ear. You were into this shit. Without shame, you'd wish he'd carry you into a bedroom nearby to fuck you senseless.

Even after all the times you would spend away from each other, he knew that nostalgia would come back to you.

If you were honest with yourself, you liked the idea of getting caught, of someone finding out that Tyrone, of all people, was claiming to you. Without a doubt, you wanted the whole world to know. And he could feel the heat radiating off your frame― persistent in dragging it out of you to admit to him, too.

"This what you wanted, right? Don't be actin' shy now."

His thumb pressed soft, fast circles around your clit as he continued to abuse your insides. There was no space between your bodies, his abdomen pressing into your stomach, applying pressure where you needed it most. You felt that pit in your stomach begin to fester into something bigger, your climax nearing, and your lover's taunts not helping your case. You felt your eyes get hazy, but you knew better than to break eye contact with a nigga that was willing to take extreme heights to let the world know that you were his. Tyrone's eyes, deep, riddled with desire, take in the moment, your mouth agape, begging him to coax the orgasm out of you.

"Let that shit go...I wanna hear you."

The music downstairs was blaring to the point where he couldn't care if you were louder than the music. Your back arched as you came to completion, your chest greeting his face as he applied another hickey as you came down from your climax. His fingers still explored your walls, not seeming to show any signs of stopping. Instead, you felt his lips travel lower, lowering your jeans and underwear in the process, pooling around one ankle, while Tyrone placed the other over his shoulder. Before you had time to recover, his face was already feasting between your legs as if you were his last supper.

You didn't have the time to react properly, a small, helpless gasp leaving your lips when Fontaine's hands made their way to your hips, caressing your flesh. His fingers continued to creep up your shirt, quickly finding the shape of your breasts, fondling, nipples peeking through the fabric as he frees your breasts from the constraints of your bra. This side of him felt foreign to you. He had always been so possessive, but he usually would have to think twice about fucking you in the open area.

Already sensitive from your last orgasm, you felt another building in the pit of your stomach. It didn't help when you felt one of his hands stroke your thigh, etching back between your folds. You felt that coil in your stomach tightening, but after your first nut, you were too aware of your surroundings to let his voyeur continue. You had to make a decision for both of you before you let him fuck you in the hallway of a house party you've overstayed your welcome in.

Your hands, quickly but gently, found his head, etching his lips away from yours. He detected your reluctance and chuckled before finally understanding, a 'pop' sound once his lips released for your clit. You had let go of an exasperated breath you didn't realize you were holding. Tyrone caught himself from laughing again, caressing your thighs, lifting up your pants, and buttoning your jeans. While doing so, slowly, he kisses his way up, placing a final kiss on your lips, his hands instinctively attaching to your ass once more. There was a deafening silence charged between you once he pulled away. You both knew what was going to happen next, but he knew you were too prideful to admit that you wanted him to take you home.

Before you could respond to the question he was bound to ask, a familiar voice in the distance was calling for you. Your attention quickly turned to a shadow that was quickly approaching.

"Where the fuck did she go? She was just babysitting her sorry ass water."

YoYo continued to call for you, hearing footsteps travel nearby before she turned the corner, her fro and figure visible, chest heaving from what seems like stress getting the best of her.

"Bitch, you could've at least told me where you were going. I called ya phone umpteenth times."

Quickly, you pulled out your phone from your back pocket, your lock screen plastered with missed calls from your lovely homegirl. Considering the situation you were in moments before, your phone was on the floor, your ringtone drowned out by the excessive bass from the floors below. You turned back to acknowledge Tyrone, but to your surprise, his figure was no longer in sight. You quipped back to Yoyo, hoping she didn't fully notice your reaction.

"....My bad. There was a long-ass line to the bathroom. I got lost on the way out."

You were more than sure that she didn't believe that half-assed lie you told, but you knew she didn't care enough to ask. Or so you thought.

"I saw you up here wit' Tyrone earlier. Nasty ass," she giggled after admitting, relieving you of any guilt before leading you back downstairs.

"We should get going before the police get sent over here. It's getting crazy. The food was nasty as hell, we should grab Wendy's on the way back."

Your phone pinged, lighting up a very familiar name and number you weren't expecting to see.

𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻 - 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽

Without fail, a smile flashed across your face, YoYo quickly noticing and knew all too well what you were about to do. She grins, arguably wider than yours

"Aight nigga. Get that Biggie Bag and get that big dick next. Let me know when you make it there, too."

You knew she only said that because you knew she was about to get some dick too.

[montysstuffs]

Shea Butter Baby

I wrote this in a fit of horniness. it's not great. It's absolute garbage and I'm just rambling but Fontaine got me out of my writing rut. This is literally so quick. like written in less than 30mins.

Summary: Fontaine is obsessed with you but he always talking that shit.

Warning: Fontaine's filthy ass mouth, your equally smart ass mouth, a little bit of a breeding kink if you squint, Cowgirl position.

He's getting dizzy, drunk on your whimpers and curses. Your thick and warm thighs stick to him. your slick folds coating your inner thighs. The beaming sun aids to the sweat that beads and slides between the middle of your breasts. Fontaine wanted nothing more than to lick it up. Taste everything that you are willing to give him. He wants to consume you whole. But as you bounce on his thick cock, he knows that he's the one getting consumed. Your brown eyes bore into the very soul that he knows he doesn't have. And yet, just your eyes lit it ablaze.

Your sultry moans echoed through the walls like a velvet vice around his neck along with the slapping of skin. The moment you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm, you throw your arms around his neck and screw your eyes shut. "Don' close them pretty eyes, look at me. Lemme see them eyes," he's desperate to chase both of your orgasms.

Hes rutting up into you at this point. He's clenching his gold teeth, grunting and hissing absolute filth as he bucks his hips to match your bouncing, "finna...fill yo guts...slut you out...fuck my kids into you...fucking slut."

"Big talk coming from somebody that's bout cum just from this," you smirk down at the man.

"Girl...fuck...you," he looks pathetic biting his bottom lip as his grip on your hips tighten.

"Fuck, you already are," your attitude never falters, even as your climax approaches.

"C'mon baby, give it to me," he wants to know if you're just as smitten with him as he is with you.

AAAAHHHHHHHH GOODBYE

[thesecretcornerintheroom]

The Perfect Date

Pairing: Fontaine x black female reader

Warnings: Smut. (18+) Dirty talk, Exhibitionism, praise kink.

Word count: 2000

The plot: Fontaine finds out you are going on a date and decides to show you what a proper date is.

It was a regular Friday night. I, Slick yo-yo, and Fontaine chilling in his living room playing game night. We did this every week, and the vibe was always right. We played music of different variants while smoking, playing boring games, and catching up on the week. As of right now, we're taking a break, and I’m currently talking to the yo-yo lowly about this guy who dropped off mail at the station wanting to take me on a date. While the guys smoked and chatted about slick pimping days. “You are going on a date Fontaine said, quickly shifting his attention to our direction. His eyes are dark and strong, looking at me, not breaking eye contact. “Damn, Tain, you got hearing like a hawk said yo-yo, chuckling, taking a sip of her drink. Silence lingered in the air, waiting for my answer. The only thing moving was the smoke exiting Fontaine's mouth as he looked at me. “I don’t know, I’m thinking about it; my life is getting pretty boring,” I said, breaking eye contact with Fontaine and looking away. See, I’ve always had a crush on Fontaine. But I never made a move cause this is the only solid friend group away from home, so I don’t want to change it. “Is it the beige bitch from ya job?” said Slick causing me to laugh. “Yes, it is, and his name is Montell, not Beige bitch” causing me and yo-yo to laugh. “You right, that nigga more so a fluorescent beige,” Slick said earnestly, sipping his drink. Causing me and the rest of the crew to lose it and start laughing.

After the gang left, it was just me and Fontaine. I offered to stay to help him clean up his living room, which I do every Friday. I like spending time alone with Fontaine. I work with yo-yo at the police center, working on cases, and Slick always meets us for lunch every day. But Fontaine is always busy between being the hood #1 dope boy. And making sure his money is straight, he doesn’t get to hang with us besides Fridays. “You are thinking about going out with ol dude?” said Fontaine with a straight face. He was currently picking up all the plates and cups out of the living room.

“I don’t see why not. I mean, I do the same thing every morning. I wake up, solve cases with yo-yo, bring my ass home, and go to bed. It just feels like my life is in this boring ass routine, and I want to try something different, I said. I was now packing up all the games we used. “Let me take you out then,” Said Fontaine, quickly throwing away all the trash and looking straight at me with that stare that makes my knees weak. “huh,” I said quickly, not processing what he said. “If you can, huh, you can hear,” he said back, leaning on the door frame with his hands licking his lip, which showed a peak of his grill. “Why would you wanna take me on a date when half of the whole hood wanna be in ya bed?” I said playfully, crossing my arms. Fontaine never did anything just cause he always had a reason. But I can’t figure out why he would want to take me on a date. He never showed interest in me, and neither have I cause we are just “friends.” What I said caused Fontaine to smile and walk up. “To show u what a real date is before you go on one with a lame.”

“BITCH HE SAID THAT” Yo-yo yelled to me over the phone as I was getting ready for my date tonight. Yo, you said, shocked. “Indeed did” I said as I straight out my high-waisted skirt that had a slit going up my thigh. “I knew that mean-mugging-ass man liked you. I would catch him staring at you all the time, I know I told you that, didn’t I tell you that?” Yo-yo, " she said, going on her tangent. “Yes, you did I said, giggling, but I think we were just going out as friends” I said, dismissing the thought once again trying to make myself believe in the lie I was telling. "Oh, are you, okay then we’ll. I guess you don’t got the skirt I got you?, the one with the high split, huh?” said Yo-yo smartly. I froze, silence taking over the line. “I KNEW IT I FUCKING KNEW IT.” “alright, I love you, bye,” I said quickly rushing her off the phone, hanging up and getting ready to walk outside cause I heard Fontaine's muffler and loud music.

When I got in the car, I mentally passed out. Fontaine looks good. He ditched his sweatpants and hoodie for something more dressy. He had on a simple black tee, jeans, and a chain, and of course, he had his grill in his mouth. “You look good. I like your hair,” he said as he looked at my natural hair. I usually have it pulled up. “Thanks, you look good yourself. I expected you to be in a hoodie,” I said, smiling, trying to ignore his cologne, which was mixing in with the smell of weed in the car. He smelled good, warm and inviting. The scent itself was making me dizzy”. “I told you it was a date he said, looking me in the eye as he leaned in and got too close for comfort to grab my seat belt and buckle me in. I felt his arm bush across my chest to grab the seat belt. To stop myself from sighing, I asked a question quickly: where are we going? I tried not to get lost in his brown eyes. His eyes were deep like pools. I found myself getting lost in them all the time. It’s like he said so much through his eyes without saying anything at all. Breaking my eye contact away from him, I became more aware of his scent wrapped around me in the car. The woody smell mixed with a hint of clean clothes had me feeling intoxicated, and the date just started. My eyes made their way to his lips. He licked them and responded, “We are going to Smokey’s.”

Smokey’s was a old restaurant, but a black family owned it. It had a 1950s dinner vibe. It was a cute place. Once we were inside, I noticed that it was pretty empty. It looked like the only person who was in was the cook and the waitress. We sat at a curved booth. I decide to sit across from Fontaine. He made a face and looked at me. “Why you so far?” he said with a severe but curious tone. When I looked at him, I noticed how his skin tone was due to the dim lighting in the restaurant, and I saw how the colored lights reflected off of his deep skin tone. This man is so attractive to me that it made my head spin. Before I could get the words out, I felt Fontaine grab my waist and pull me closer to him.

“Now what you finna get he said, his arm now wrapped around me. I could tell he was trying to make eye contact with me, so I pretended to look at the menu. “Idk, maybe the special. I haven’t been here in a while,” I said casually, trying to overindulge with the menu in front of me. Suddenly, I was no longer focused on the words on the menu and now focused on his hand, which was caressing my cheek. His hands were rough but inviting. I could feel him slowly turning my head. As I looked him in the eye, I had a strong feeling that whatever happened tonight would be the beginning or ending of a friendship. “You should get what you want. I heard they got good salmon,” said Fontaine, looking me in the eye. I felt my stomach catch butterflies. His eyes are so dark, and they hold so much in them you can see how easy it is to trigger him, good or bad.

Once we ordered our food, we were talking like usual. “Slick wanted me to wear one of his coats tonight. The shit was so bad I told him I look like a fucking peacock,” said Fontaine laughing, flashing his grill, causing me to laugh. “You had to deal with slick, and I had to deal with yo-yo. “I told u, girl, he liked you” blah blah blah,” I said, giggling. Fontaine just let out a chuckle. “yo-yo is so dumb, man,” he said with a passive grin. Alright, here are your meals the waitress said, putting down our meals.

We are silent at the beginning half of the meal, which could have been a comfortable silence. But I was thinking about every interaction I’d had on this date, and I was beating myself up about it inside. “So what made you say yes to going on a date with this guy?” Fontaine said as he was eating some of his fries. “I don’t know. I just wanted something new. It’s been a full year since I've been on a date or thought about dating between the cases at work and in life. It just hasn’t been a priority. It just feels like I’m waiting for something that’ll never happen…so I’m giving myself a push,” I said with a chipper voice, trying to stay optimistic about dating again. I was talking about Fontaine, but he doesn’t know that. “Whatever you are waiting on is gonna come for you,” Fontaine said in a low voice. His demeanor was calm and lax. I looked at him and smiled. He leaned up and leaned into me more. “Let me let you in on a secret,” he said, whispering in my ear. “You shouldn’t go out with him 'cause he is not a perfect fit for you,” he said. I try to stay focused and not get distracted by simple things like Fontaine's lips close to my ear or his breath fanning my neck. I’m not trying to notice how close he is to me or even his warm hand playing with the slit in my skirt.

“Okay, and who is a perfect fit I whispered back,” only trying to focus on his response and the way his finger danced on my thigh, playing with the fabric of my dress. “Don’t play with me,” he says, and he grabs my chin and kisses me. His lips were soft and firm. It was a quick kiss, but it was assertive. It was like he was saying, “It’s me; you know it, and I know it.” I looked him in the eyes and smirked cause I knew what I wanted to do. Instinctively, I grabbed his chain. And pull him closer to me slowly. Once our lips met again, it was like a dance he and I already knew. The kiss was like a conversation, and we were talking with our bodies. Wanting more of him, I bite his bottom lip, causing him to let out a low moan. I felt his hands snake around my waist again. This time, his hand was under my shirt, causing me to gasp. Then, the realization hit me. Where having a whole make-out session in the diner. I pulled away from his kiss abruptly, causing him to take his hands off me immediately. “I’m sorry. Did a make you feel uncomfortable or sum?” Fontaine asked with concern in his eyes and worry in his voice. “No, it’s just where at this restaurant, and where friends I don’t wanna mess that up or the group. Silence hung in the air. Oh god, I bet you he thinks I don’t like him and I’m using that as a excuse. He’s probably gonna start acting different with me now I should have just said no to the whole date

My thoughts were cut short by him clearing his throat and sitting up. “Well then I guess we stuck,” Fontaine said, looking me in the eye and licking his lips. “I don’t wanna be your friend,” he said. When he said that I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. My face probably looked flushed. “Well,I need you to say something ma” he said, licking his lips again. “I’m scared that if we do this it won’t be the same anymore” I spoke quietly knowing my voice would portray me. I felt his hand on my thigh again, and he turned to my ear and whispered. “ain’t shit to be scared off. I promise I got you. He said, kissing your neck, causing you to gasp. “When I first saw you, I wanted you then,you had this vibe about you that was comforting and warm, but you were our friend. You got along with everybody so I decided to leave it alone he said,” while kissing her neck. He licked y/n neck causing you to gasp.

Your eyes were closed. All you were focused on was his lips and his hands and how they made you feel. Fontaine hand kept going higher and higher up your skirt. “Uhhh, you moaned out lowly due to Fontaine pinching your clit through your panties. “I just wanna take care of you” “I wanna be the one who takes you on a date and make you nut so many times you can’t even stand once I’m done with you,” Fontaine whispered in my ear as he massaged my clit. Causing me to struggle not to let out a moan. “You gotta stay quiet for me, or we gotta stop he said as he moved my panties to the side, and I could feel his two fingers entering me, stretching me out. His motions of going in and out of me were truly ethereal.

Rocking my hips against his hands it felt like ocean moving through out my body, the rhythms,the waves.I was feeling everything. He was ridged beside me, still kissing on my neck. My legs were now wide open with no care of who saw his hand inside of me, touching me and feeling me in ways I can not explain and causing me to move my hips back and forth on his fingers. I opened my eyes for a quick moment to look around the diner, but nobody was there. All I heard was slow barbershop music and food sizzling from the grill. I slowly took my hand off the table and grabbed his hand. I started moving his hand in and out of me. I could feel my wetness all over my thighs. I know my favorite skirt is ruined. I can feel the wetness pooling around my thighs, clinging to my skirt. Holding my moans, I can feel my body tense up. “Let that shit out,” he said with more base in his voice.

“Fuck I don't wanna be loud I whined, starting to feel the coil in my stomach coming undone. Fontaine roughly grabbed my face. “I'm gonna count to three, and you're gonna let it go,” he stated entering me harder, his rhythm becoming more fast and erratic. “One,” he said, causing my toes to curl.”I can’t believe this is happening me getting used like this in public and me like it. “Two:” As he's entering inside of me, I could feel my legs tightening and shaking. “Three,” he said, now massage my clit, which caused me to gasp. The gasp was cut short due to Fontaine kissing me immediately. His kiss was more erratic. This time, he was kissing me like he wanted me in every way possible he could get me. While he is kissing me, he's still rubbing my clit, which is causing my leg to shake and my wetness to leak down my thigh. Causing me to moan in his mouth. Fontaine removed his finger from me and, while looking me in the eye, sucked both fingers. “I'm full. You ready to go?”

[soft-persephone]

I Will Be Your End pt. 1

Vampire!Fontaine x Vampire!Black!Reader x Vampire!Abel Morales // John Boyega x Black!Reader x Oscar Isaac

Explicit // WC: 9.5k // warnings: blood, descriptions of corpses, mild body mutilation, death, violence, mild abuse, horror, smut // masterlist // Part 2 //

music: Good People / by Majid Jordan

AN: Biggest shoutout to @megamindsecretlair her Vampire Tyrone fics have required my brain chemistry and changed my life! She is the biggest inspiration behind this fic so if you even slightly enjoy this one, go check out theirs! It’s truly beautiful!

Apparently it’s too long to make into one fic, so I will wait until next week to post pt2

I hope you enjoy!!

-

Where the fuck she at?”

Fontaine threw a chair and Yo-yo ducked, it smattered into pieces upon impact. Not satisfied, he flipped the coffee table and attempted to kick a hole in the couch, but she stopped that shit quick.

“Taine, Nock it the fuck off! I know you mad and all, but we still live here, and we ain’t got nowhere else to go!”

His breaths were rabid and heavy. His eyes glowing hard.

“Where. The fuck. Is. She?” He huffed.

Yo-yo licked her lips.

“It’s bad, real bad. You need to get to her fast,” he opened his mouth, probably to ask her the same fucking question again, but she stopped him with a raised hand, daring him to say something, “I tracked her like you told me, but she’s smart.. real smart.”

“That ain’t nothing we don’t already know. Yo-—“

“—interrupt me one more time.”

He sighed, shaking his head before sitting.

Good, God… finally.

“So boom!” She smacked her fist unity the palm of her other hand. “She only stops to feed in small towns, usually a racist or someone who tried to put his hands on her or other woman, all untraceable to the cops n’ shit.”

His face goes blank. The attitude he once had gone. She could feel the power radiating off of him in waves.

He’s putting the pieces together.

“She’s in New York.” Her lips formed into a line, waiting for his response.

“How many body’s?”

“It’s more than 50.”

Fuck.

Tyrone knew she’d be pissed with him for the first few years, but not like this.

He didn’t think she’d actually run away from him.

He looked at the antique book he brought you.

What is was about? He didn’t have a fucking clue. This was a book published before summaries on the back were a thing. It was so old it barely had a title.

You loved reading, like Yo-yo, and history and shit.

It was the perfect gift.

But now.. he might not even get the chance to give it to you.

“Call Slick.”

-

“Are you alright little one?” A voice from somewhere asked you.

It was so rich. He kept talking and talking.

You hummed.

He should talk more.

You could barely feel the blood covering your body. The fresh dark flood of it was dripping from your mouth, falling down a similar path as the last stickier dried up drops.

You looked up and saw his glowing eyes.

They were golden, but not like the harsh metallic gold that matched Fontaine’s grills. They were an old gold like the moon. An old golden hued moon that connected every ancient moment to the present. Witnessing the tragedy that had befallen what used to be her life that had now become the eternal damnation she didn’t deserve…. That she didn’t ask for.

You might hate Fontaine and what he did to you, but you weren’t stupid.

Vampires don’t pop up out of nowhere and for no reason.

Fear clings to you, but you fight it back down your throat, swallowing it before licking your lips.

“I’m.. I'm sorry,” you started. Your voice sounded foreign to you. It was hoarse, croaky, and broken, “I don’t know all the rules to everything. I won’t make any trouble.” Your heart sank, “I just needed to rest for a moment. I can le—“

“Nonsense.” He doesn’t raise his voice or yell. It was just as rich and calm as the first time you heard it. You lick your lips once more. “What makes you think I want you to leave?”

His mouth wasn’t moving…

“Maybe I saw someone in distress and wanted to help.” He was smiling now. It was poised, polite.

If you didn’t know any better, right now felt like meeting a person on any other day. Like taking a stroll on a random Thursday . . . in the daylight. Just like you used to.

You’d be walking towards campus for class only to bump into a handsome mysterious stranger, he’d be nice and help you up. Insisting he won’t leave until he knows you're alright. He takes you to lunch.

Leading you to no longer care how late you would be to class, just wishing the day won’t end, so your new found stranger wouldn’t leave you.

Were you in distress?

You won’t play the fool and deny it. But you didn’t like the sound of it either. You didn’t know this stranger. Only his voice in your head and his old eyes.

What do you do now?

Barely blinking, he was closer to you.

You registered the fact that you were sitting on the ground. Your legs curled up, bending at the knee and strown casually to your side. A body is strown on the opposite side of you. Brutally mutilated beyond recognition, his chest split in the center, his flesh and guts spilling out like a wild animal taken down by a predator.

He kneeled behind you, holding your back to his chest with one hand as he caressed your cheek with the other.

“Did you do this?” He asked aloud, the breath of his voice falling softly on your forehead, tickling gently at your eyelashes.

His eyes were even prettier up close.

He was prettier than Fontaine.

You cursed whatever foreign power within you that led you to think of him, even now.

“No….” You answered, your voice still hoarse, “It was a werewolf.”

He pulled you tighter against him. Firmly, but gently holding your head to the side by a handful of your hair.

His mouth danced softly on the skin of your jaw to your neck. Worshiping the area with such devotion, it felt sinful. It felt wrong. It felt worse than the curse of being a monster forever.

His teeth sank into your flesh, filling you with as much bliss as he was taking, he wanted to be full of nothing but you. He wanted to consume you.

“Who do you belong to?” You heard his warm amber voice in your head.

“No one.” You silently answered back.

—

It’s been weeks, Slick.”

“I said I wasn’t no miracle worker,” Charles huffed. “I said, I’d see what I could do and as we seeing, it ain’t a whole lot.”

“Fontaine kicked his chair behind him as he stood up and Yo-yo stepped between them.

“Uh-uh, none of that! You remember what happened last time you killed a witch?” She hissed. “Your not putting me through that again, Nigga! I won’t let you!”

Fontaine smacked his teeth before turning around towards the window.

“You sure you can’t feel her?” He placed his hand under his shirt one more time before reaching out into the bond. He didn’t need to touch his chest in any way when reaching out to feel you in the bond that made you all a clan. It was more to calm himself down.

“Nothing.” Yo-yo sighed.

He had everyone in their clan reaching out in the bond daily to feel you, for someone to be able to either feel your emotions, dream about you, or see visions on where you were or what you might be doing.

And it was all failing.

Your connection was growing weaker to everyone everyday.

The only thing your bond was putting out was an insane amount of power. It could knock out weaker members into walls or send them flying if they touched it. For someone of your status, it shouldn’t be possible.

The only times vampires tell stories of fledglings growing insanely strong in a short amount of time was before they tried to overthrow clans from their masters, usurping the line before executing them in front of everyone.

What Fontaine did after he was turned…

“At least she stopped feeding everyday all the time.”

“But she’s been learning things.”

Fontaine’s eyebrows rose together in confusion.

“What you mean? How can you tell?”

“I don’t know.. I just can.” She shook her head with a heavy emotion everyone in the clan was starting to feel. “Something’s different about her. I felt this new person in the clan and I know you haven’t turned anyone since her.”

“She’s in the middle!” Slick slammed his hand on the table. “That’s why I say give me all the details! Every single time!” He shook his head. “ there wouldn’t been no need, to pull out my whole crystal ball and shit!”

“Will you quit whining!” Fontaine huffed, “and can someone tell me what the fuck is going on?”

“Yo-yo said she feels a new energy in the bond she can’t explain.” Slick fiddled with the hem of his sleeves, “that means she’s found someone else to pledge allegiance to.”

The air went cold.

Fontaine usually has a better grip on his influence and how it can affect the air around him, but when he was upset it came off fast and hard, filling up the room with fear and trepidation that only made it worse.

“No.” He shook his head. “That’s not it.”

“Fontaine, calm down. No one’s saying she betrayed you. We’re just weighing all the possibilities th—“

“I said, no.”

The intonation of his voice changed to something dark and layered with a power that made Yo-yo and Slick unwilling still and silent.

“She would never.” Fontaine punched the wall.

“She would never drink another vampire's blood.”

—

Abel, cupped water into his hands and poured it over your shoulders, letting it cascade down your chest and your back. The water was scalding, but his hands were warmer.

His hands were gliding over your skin as if he were attempting to create you himself, or he was worshiping the expanse of your skin, committing every curve, bump, stretch mark, and stray mole into his memory. Basking at the feel of you and cherishing each millisecond in fear he wouldn't get another chance.

“What.. happened to me?” You asked, “every moment before now feels like a hazy fever dream I can barely remember.”

“Bloodlust.”

“Bloodlust? I went on some crazy murder spree?!”

“No,” he smiled at your shock and you somewhat relaxed.

However, you were still displeased with what had become of you.

“You drank quite a large amount of blood in a short amount of time,” he said. “ and instinctively once you're in that state your body will only crave more and more in want of being more powerful.”

“I don’t wish to be more powerful. I don’t wish to be anything.”

Abel frowned at you, but ignored your statement.

You were a little disappointed, but you understood.

You didn’t have any friends to confide in anymore, no one to share your experience of existence with. You had no connection with anything anymore, human or creature, nothing else made you feel like more of a monster than that.

“How do you feel?”

“Better, I suppose.”

“No,” he tsked, “how do you feel?” His eyes flashed down at you, and you felt his energy quickly fill the room washing over you in a cocoon of warmth, rivaling the bath water.

You sighed.

There’s nothing more you hated then actively practicing and learning about what you now were.

At least, that’s how it was with Fontaine.

You reached deep within yourself. At your spirit or aura.. perhaps something deep within your mind until you felt this new magical essence that now lived within you.

It was bigger, louder.. but it still bore no color.

“I think I’m stronger in some way, but I still don’t know what color I’m supposed to see.”

“You are,” he gently grasped at your sides and lifted you up out of the water, immediately ushering you into a towel, “much stronger that is.” He patted your skin dry , before grabbing a glass jar with oil in it.

“Smell.” He lifted it to your nose.

“Hmmm.” It was a warm boozy vanilla with a hint of something spicy. “I like it.”

“Me too.”

The silence was comforting as you let him cover you with the oil and knead it into your skin.

You can’t remember the last time you had felt so at ease.

He gave you a white sweater that had to be one of his and wrapped you in a blanket as you laid on your side next to him.

He kept his hands to himself and you hated it.

You longed to curl up closer into him and let him absentmindedly play with the locs of your hair. Much longer now that they’ve grown since you’ve died. With plenty of time spent avoiding Fontaine in isolation from him and his goonies, you learned to retwist them yourself.

“How were you turned?” He looked at you with such somber eyes. They were brown just as Fontaine’s but they were much much warmer. Soft things they were, almost wet.

Was she such a sad site? Did he pity her that much?

Was she something to be pitied?

“I’m not sure. I woke up like this one morning in a random bed away from my home and my family.”

His face scrunched together, not just in confusion but sadness.

“No,” he paused, searching for the right words.”Did you consent?”

“What?” You were offended.

Who would ask for this? Only a psychopath would ask for something like this.

“No!” You both winced at how harsh you sounded.

“I did.” He gazed into the distance, looking more somber.

“Why?” You hope you didn’t sound as in disbelief and rude as you felt.

“My… my wife was turned by some random vampire, and once she finally put the pieces together and figured out what happened to her and by whom, she told me, and I asked her to turn me.”

“Oh.”

“Once she did,” he glared at the wall, …

“I had a vision. A plan for our future. . . our family,” he quickly smiled before his face fell into something dark you couldn’t describe. “Generational wealth.” He turned to you with an indescribably smile. His teeth flashed, charmingly so, but his eyes were something else that did not match, “but this. I couldn’t even imagine anything like this getting in my way. Our way.”

“What happened to her?”

“She.. passed.” He lifted his hand to brush your cheek. “She wanted to, and I didn’t hold it against her. We’d been alive for so long.”

“Why didn’t you. . . pass with her?”

“You ask so many questions.”

Had you been alive you swore your face would have burned.

You averted your gaze and focused on his hand on your face.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s endearing,” he pulled you closer, nestling his head on top of yours. You now felt embarrassed for an entirely different reason. “It makes you seem so. . . human.”

You sobbed.

“I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for any of it.”

“I know,” he placed his hand on the back of your head, suffocating you against his chest and you welcomed it. “I know.”

You will yourself to stop crying. You were done crying.

“I’m sorry this happened to you. When someone is turned it must be with consent. It’s a relationship built on trust. Without it, the bond between master and fledgling is painful for everyone involved.”

“I have no master!” You argued. “Fontaine. . . doesn’t do that.”

“Then how does it work between him and everyone he’s turned.”

You sighed.

“I.. don’t really know. He and everyone in town was somehow turned by this old vampire and he compelled everyone to forget it and to be his slaves or test puppets or something,” you squeezed Abel’s back, holding him closer to you, burying your face drier into his chest, “Fontaine killed him even though he was begged not to, and somehow, they all lived and he was the new leader.”

Abel froze and you looked up at him.

“Is that bad?”

“N.. no.” He pursed his lips. “It’s just unheard of, impossible even.”

He pulled back from you for just a second, looking into your eyes. He moved his hand from your back to the temple of your forehead.

He was looking into your mind.

Fontaine used to try it all the time and you always forced him out somehow.

When he was done he held you even tighter than before. Staying silent.

You thought perhaps he was done talking and just wanted to spend time tucked against you, deciding to sleep and talk about the rest of it in the morning, but you felt his tears fall into your hairline.

You forgot just how horrific what happened to you was. You didn’t always hate him, but now you do. Not just him, but how you used to feel about him.

You’ll never forget that night, and you’ll never forgive him for what he did to you.

Another person, well, vampire, had experienced the story of how you came to die, and they wept just like you did.

You pushed your feelings deep down into the colorless energy within as you’ve always done, and you willed yourself to sleep, wishing for the chance to make Fontaine hurt as you now did.

“Uh oh, someone’s getting a little too turnt!”

“Leave me alone!” You laughed at your friend. “Finals are over, and I can now let loose!”

You might take school a little too seriously, but you came from a home where education was what saved your parents from poverty and they passed that same lesson on to you.

It might be strict to some, but as you grew older you only grew to believe it just as much as they did.

You wouldn’t have anything if this school shit didn’t work.

You weren’t raised to hustle, you were raised to study, so that’s what you did.

But now it was time to party!

You didn’t always go out with your friends, so the nights you did, were always special. Your favorite food and drinks were always there when you were, and all your favorite people.

Usually you were really shy and reserved, but one or two drinks and the edge is off. You can let loose and maybe even dance. Who cares what anyone else thinks? You're having fun with the people you love and the people that love you.

You're making memories and forming your circle. You dreamed of the big fancy job you’d get one day to finally be able to take care of yourself and live in your own place!

“Uhhh.” Your friend called your name with a badly contained smile.

“Yeah?” You smiled back.

She smirked and then threw her arms around you with a laugh.

“Omg, what is it? Just spit it out already,” you laughed back.

“What would you say, if I told you there’s a guy here with a crush on you?” You blinked.

A crush? On you?

You believed you were pretty. You weren’t that insecure in yourself, people just tend to make it very clear that you aren’t their type.

But this was new.

Your stomach fluttered at the possibility.

“I don’t know!” You laughed again. “But whatever happens, happens!”

Your friend squeaked again and wrapped her arms around you once more.

She was so drunk.M, you laughed to yourself.

“Do you mind if I sit?”

You looked up to see cool dark skin, and a yellow gold smirk looking down at you.

“No, it’s okay.” You politely smiled back.

He was everything.

He liked that you listened. That you didn’t judge him off his looks. You like that he didn’t assume you were stuck up just because of how shy and introverted you could be.

Conversation was easy, blissfully easy.

You both probably talked about anything and everything. The big personal life stuff to every miniscule thought and hobby.

He’d never seen Star Wars before.

You are a basic gym person at best.

Some music you both liked, some music he liked you never heard of and vice versa.

“How come you're not scared?”

“Scared of what?” You almost wanted to laugh but you held it in. You weren’t sure how he’d react if you did.

“Of me, or like,” he smacked his teeth, “you don’t act weird and stuff when I talk about what trips me up as a drug dealer or get that silent judgy look. People think that by not saying anything they're being polite, but they don’t know it shows on their face.”

“I don’t judge people based on their life or choices. Just by what’s on the inside. Not everyone has the same chances or choices. We’re all just trying to make it. No matter where we start in life, it’s all toward the same thing.” You stopped and pondered for a bit, searching for the right words. “It’s the government and shit they’ve gotten away with they have us all over the place. Until we can change the system or something like that. . . and yeah.” You ended dumbly.

“Yeah?” Fontaine was practically cackling at you. He laughed loudly. The sound coming from his belly, his low baritone sounds of joy flooded your senses. His yellow gold grillz shining in the low light of the room.

“Just, yeah?”

“Well excuse me for not being able to break down capitalism and its effects on the wealth gap and disparity in America and how it relates to race in one sentence. I've done it enough in school. Which is over now, and I'm tryna take a break from it all.”

You’d never felt so seen, so understood. You could see yourself in him, and he saw himself in you. You both had completely different lives, you had different ideas for almost everything except where it counts. Aside from the basic black experience and the trauma associated with that, or little quirks and social similarities they’ve grown fond of as a collective. There was something more.

A genuineness. A mirroring of the part of yourself that you couldn’t put into words. Tyrone was your person.

That’s why it was so easy to let him take you upstairs. To let his hands roam across the expense of your skin. His mouth was so warm. He lathes at your neck. Dragging his mouth down towards your chest. He sucks hard at your breast until your panting and writhing. He moves towards the next one, doing the same.

You can’t tell where your body ends or his mouth begins.

“You like that?” He looked down at you with half a pearly white smirk. When did he take his grills off? You didn’t know.

He was so calming. He crashed into you like a wave. When you first met on that couch you could feel him pulling you in towards him. The waters of his soul were cool and tranquil, and you’d happily float in the body of it all night. Now as things grew more intense as he mouthed at you, and you clutched at him just as desperately.

“Fontaine.” You moaned his name like a prayer.

He responded with a similar prayer of your name on his lips.

You were drowning in him. The wave of his entire being crashed against you, suffocating you as it flooded over and over your head until you were so far gone underneath the very waters of his essence, of him, you couldn’t breath.

“Who knew such a fat pussy could be so tight?” He lapped and lathed at your skin.

The slow growing ache within you was getting stronger and stronger. Your own desire was eating you alive, burning and festering within you. It was too much. Everything felt so good it hurt, so when he decided to bite down into your flesh, everything within you seized. Tightening in response, screaming for more.

“You like that,” he praised slowly into your neck, “i’an know you was like that.”

He pushed your legs up by your thighs. His hand sliding along your skin as if he was remolding you, reshaping you in his image before he destroys you with the very hands he pulled you out of the dirt with.

You whined, tears brimming in your eyes, but you couldn’t feel them. Fontain didn’t acknowledge them.

You wanted him to feel good. That’s all you wanted. You wanted to make him feel good so he didn’t leave you.

“—wanna be yours.” You mewled as he sucked harder at your neck once more until you made that sound again. He did it over and over again until you whined and panted for more, and he responded with another bite, much harder this time. His mouth staying on your skin much longer.

Waves and waves of pleasure flooded your senses. You arched your back to chase the feeling of his motuh, pressing yourself into him.

He released you with a wet slurp.

“You’on needa worry ‘bout that.” He pressed his dick against you, letting the head bump against your clit as he slid it along your folds. With each lazy movement, your hips chased the feeling of his.

Fontaine responded by pulling his hips back, letting you feel every thick inch as he slowly pulled back until only the tip was inside of you before thrusting back into you. He set a slow enduring pace. Each heavy thrust of his hips caused a moan to fall from your mouth.

He was branding you. With every thrust of his body into yours, with his hands on your body, with his mouth biting into you.

The sounds of his mouth on you matched the wet sounds of his slips slamming into yours.

He wasn’t just consuming you, burning you, he was molding you. Reshaping you not only into a new being but combining your souls. Molting them into one another, you didn’t know where he began and you ended, and you wanted more. No, you needed more. You needed him. You wanted to live for him. Exist only for him.

So you chased every feeling of his body, matching each and every movement of his hips, arched your back further to get that much closer.

It was a night you never forgot. A night you couldn’t forget.

Each moment of bliss was now remembered with a matching thought of pain. With every new height of pleasure you didn’t know was humanly possible was now replaced with the thought that every single peak of pleasure was once step close to your death, away from your life, your family, and who you used to be to your very core.

A robbery of your humanity.

But you didn’t know that when you woke up in a bed that wasn’t yours. Your phone nowhere to be found.

You were scared and alone.

But you remembered your night with Fontaine.

He took you away from everything, and you didn’t even get the chance to confront him about it while you threw up day and night. While you tossed and turned every waking moment with a headache that wouldn’t go away. While your stomach started to gnaw at your flesh from the inside out caving in on itself. You were hot and cold at the same time and always sweating. Everything started to blur and the sun hurt.

It didn’t help that the room was full of windows.

You had to resort to burying yourself in a hoard of blankets.

But when the moon rose high, you took your chance.

In your feeble weak state, you managed to travel around the foreign town you learned was called the Glenn. Hundred and thousands of miles away from your home.

You managed to find someone nice enough to talk to you.

“You a’right? You need to sit down? You wanta glass a’ water?”

“Please.” Your voice was horse and meak. You didn’t want to be so trusting of all these people you didn’t know, but they had to be better than Fontain or whoever the fuck he was.

You cleared your throat.

“Can I borrow your phone?”

You looked at the date, it could not be right. A chill ran down your spine and filled your entire body.

It’s been 10 years.

You couldn’t have been asleep for ten years! Were you somehow drugged out of your mind? Is that how? What has that sick fuck been doing to your body while you’ve been out of conscience for ten fucking years?

Fear and bile rose in your body and you threw up.

“Aye what the fuck!” You didn’t see what happened next as black clouded the corners of your vision and the world went dark.

However, you were still there.

And in a bath of darkness you focused on your grief and your anger.

You don’t know what has happened to you, but you do know one thing. Fontaine was going to die by your hands, and that thought of comfort let you slip into your first slumber of peace.

-

Yoyo treaded lightly around the corner. She stood still not to draw attention to herself. She watched as the slick black ornate car pulled up to the side of the restaurant. She watched as a man with heavily styled black hair and tan skin stepped out and handed off his keys. Impeccably dressed with a heavy wool coat too match.

“Shoulda went for a black one. Would have been real fresh too.”

Yo-yo bit the inside of her cheek.

“I mean the taupe beige isn’t that bad of a look. It kinda grows on you the more you look at it. But if he really wanted to ste—“

“Nigga, don’t nobody give a damn about his fucking coat!” She hissed.

Why Fontaine made her bring Slick along, she would never know.

“Slick opened his mouth to say something smart, but Yo-yo quickly cut him off.

“Shut up! There she is!”

They watched as he opened the door to the other side.

You stepped out in a gorgeous silk red number that had a leg slit and a low back. You had a white fur shawl that covered your shoulders. Gold dripping around your neck, ears, and a few of your fingers. There had to be some diamonds sprinkled about somewhere. With that type of money, there had to.

Situation aside, Yo-yo and Slick both let out sounds of approval.

“Shit, if I could get all that, I’d leave Fontaine sorry ass too.” Yo-yo murmured.

“As a man with certain avenues and multitudes, I can not hate another player. If you got it, you got it.”

Slick snapped his fingers, the rings on his hands clacking annoyingly so, and their clothes changed.

“What the fuck am I wearing?”

“What are you complaining for? He smacked his teeth. That’s what you usually wear.”

Yo-yo would have appreciated the little yellow thing she wore anywhere else, but not now.

“You saw what they were wearing! This place is classy! It’s nice as shit and they are not about to let a couple of raggedy asses in looking like this.”

“You see that’s your problem!” He raised a finger and Yo-yo had to interrupt him.

“Nigga, I know you not putting a finger in my face!”

“Will you calm yo’ ass down! All I’m tryna say is,” he dusted off his clothes, letting a harsh breath through his nose, “Fontaine made me come with you for a reason. It don’t matter what we wear, I can get us in.”

“Mhmm, you better.”

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“Abel.” You warily said his name.

He guided you through a crowd with a hand tentatively placed on your lower back. Plush and luxurious with low thundering music. People were everywhere. But if you really focused and stilled your mind a bit, you could tell who was a vampire, and there were many, and who was not.

Abel was about to answer you, but a young light skinned man had interrupted the steady pace Abel and you were making through the crowd.

“H-hi.” He said softly and sweetly before cupping your face with a hand. He had to be around your age if you were human, boyish features made it too hard to tell, even if he had a beard. Close shaven and shaped well to match his face. . His eyes were a large bright brown as he battered them shyly at you. He had full lips that looked so soft and his lashes were so long.

“Um, hi?” You blinked, not sure what to do. Too many people were crowded around in their own world to care about what was transpiring between you.

You moved his hand from your cheek, and he took it as a sign to move his face closer to yours. You stiled. Even the slightest of movements would have made your lips touch.

“Can you bite me?” His voice was a sultry pant, almost a whine.

Blood rushed through your senses. You noticed it now.

The smell of it in the room. The humans straying around from vampire to vampire.

Something on your face must have changed. Maybe your eyes flashed because his lips parted just a tad more and his eyes almost rolled back.

You leaned in closer, your lips grazing his neck before you felt Abel’s hand slide from your back to your arm, roughly pulling you back.

“She’s on a diet.” He didn’t yell or raise his voice, but his tone was clear cut and dry with plenty of bite.

He raised your hand to reveal the glowing purple glow stick bracelet.

“Oh.” The stranger pouted his lips, causing a rush of something to burn deeply within you, “well,” he fiddled with his fingers, “when you're not on a diet can you come back? I’m here almost every night.”

You turned to Abel, not sure what was happening.

“She’ll think about it.” He patted him on the shoulder before placing his hand at your back once more and led you through the crowd.

Going up steps, he let his hand fall from you, but you couldn’t find it in you to step away from him.

“This is a nightclub for vampires?”

“And humans.” Abel said casually before stopping someone and ordering a few drinks.

“Wristbands are color coded.” He led you to a cornered booth before guiding you in and sliding after you.

“Red for feeding vampires, green for those willing to be bitten, yellow for humans who don’t, and purple for vampires who are on a diet.”

You looked at your purple wristband with a frown. A gnawing sensation swelling within you.

“But I—“

“— have had more than enough.” He sighed as he saw your face fall, “look. Bloodlust is a hard thing to come back from but enough time has passed where you aren’t jumping on any and everything with a pulse.”

You nodded at the reason in his words.

“Who are we here to meet anyway?”

Abel twisted the ring around his finger and crossed one of his legs over the other one.

“The vampire who helped me after me and my wife were turned.”

As the waiter placed down your drinks, a figure appeared out of nowhere. Eerily still and quiet as people bustled to and fro around him. His gaze fixed on you and Abel.

His hollow black eyes reflected the light and surrounding colors in a strange effect you could barely understand. His equally dark and plain clothing was just as off putting.

“He is ready for you.”

Abel took a quick swig of his drink and ushered you out of the booth.

He held you close to him as you both followed the strange man.

“Let me do the talking.” Abel whispered in your ear. “If he tells you to do something, just do it and don’t protest too much.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but Abel rose an eyebrow at you as his mouth twisted into a tight thin line.

“Most importantly,” he whispered in your face as you both climbed the steps to an intricate door to a room that looked over everything, “follow my lead.” His eyes flashed in the familiar old gold you’ve grown comfortable gazing at, but in this moment it made your veins run cold.

“Abel,” a man who looked strangely familiar to him, stood up from behind his desk to dutifully shake Abel’s hand with a formal and polite smile, “it’s been so long. To what do I owe this rare pleasure of a visit from you. Everything is well at the office?”

“Yes, everything is fine, but I have a request to ask of you.”

At that moment, the man looked at you and his eyebrows rose into his hairline.

“I see.” He corrected himself with another polite smile and motioned towards the chairs in front of his desk. “Let’s discuss this in a more comfortable manner.”

He and Abel looked alike, but they couldn’t appear more different.

This man’s hair was much curlier, but does this mean Abel’s hair could be equally as curly?

He was turned much later in life. The evidence in the salt and pepper of his hair and the thick beard that suited his features.

Despite their few differences there was so much they had in common. In the formal attire they both seemed to respect and their equally formal mannerisms, but it was clear this man held some sense of superiority.

Not only in how he moved and acted, but how Abel, the most powerful vampire you had recently met, treaded carefully around this one.

It would have caught you by surprise if you weren’t feeling suffocated by a strange yet powerful aura.

It had to be coming from him.

“Forgive my rudeness, let me introduce myself. I am Duke Leto Atreides although not quite a Duke anymore. That was quite some time ago.”

You cleared your throat and told him your name, introducing yourself just as politely.

“It’s no trouble at all.”

Leto looked at you a moment too long with an odd look, like you had shocked him somehow, before his face fell back into its usual demeanor.

You looked at Abel to see if you had done anything wrong, but he gave you a small nod to reassure you that you had not. However, his face seemed to hold a look of concern or wary at how the Duke was looking at you.

“What is it you came to ask for?” He cleared his throat before turning his attention back towards Abel.

“Well, it’s not so much a favor for me, but for her.” Abel crossed one leg over the other and corgilly clasped his hands together in his lap.

“She’s a fledgling.” He paused, licking his lips and dipping his head down momentarily. His eyes briefly glowed before he slightly shook his head, “she was unwillingly turned.”

The Duke’s head snapped towards you with a frown. His expression of formal politeness was no more. It was quickly succeeded by a cordial disdain, regarded with frown, on your behalf.

“Impossible.” He placed his chin in the knuckles of his hand. “Who would do such a thing? The event of someone unwillingly turned surviving is rare.”

You violently twisted in your chair to face Abel and he stilled you with a hard look and an arm across your body to keep you from speaking and moving more.

“That is exactly my understanding as well, but she is alive and well and recently recovering from a bout of bloodlust.”

Leto stood up with a look of thought, and Abel followed suit.

You rise with a glare, your eyes looking between them both. You tried to keep your composure, but you were failing on every level. You could feel your anger coursing through your veins. Whatever magic that had your heart thumping surged throughout your body. Your heart beating faster and faster until you couldn’t feel it in your chest. It was racing at such a speed you couldn’t hear and your vision started to blur.

Leto had two hands on the side of your face, looking into your eyes as you stood frozen in your rage. When did he start talking to you? When did he put his hands on you?

“W—“

“— calm down.” His eyes glowed into yours. An iridescent gray blue. Almost a dark indigo of sorts.

It made you think of the rain. A thunderstorm and how before its clouds burst, the lightning cracks. Seconds after, it’s followed by thunder pounding. How once it ends, there’s an eerily still that falls on everything. The dark clouds recede and a bright and sunny day materializes in a bath of melancholy of not knowing what had just happened and why.

It didn’t calm you down, but it slowed your heart in your chest, something within you was still seething at him.

He didn’t weep for you as Abel did.

His thumb softly brushed at your cheek as he studied your face. A calmness bloomed across his. His polite superiority was gone, revealing just a man— a vampire.

He looked like he found something he once longed for. Whatever it was, he now found in you.

You looked over to Abel. His expression is neutral, revealing nothing.

“Um, Duke…sir?” You cleared your throat.

He practically leapt back. Except it happened before you could blink and he kept his hands awkwardly in front of him.

“Ah, yes.” He dusted off himself and brushed his clothes. “Forgive me. I got carried away.”

He looked at you once more, but now as if he knew you.

“Is there anything you could do to help her?” Abel's voice was strained with a cordial air, clipped with an agitation.

You reached out to him. Brushing your hands through his hair to rest momentarily on his cheek.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment. His brow furrowing and his mouth twisting to one side before he moved away from your hand.

His face was back to normal, but a nagging feeling within you told him he wasn’t. It made you ache with a need to dissuade whatever it is. You wanted to repay him for all the moments he’s calmed you down and made you feel warm these last few days.

Being with Abel made you realize just how much distress Fontaine had you under. How rage got you out of bed in the morning and hatred got you through the day.

Being with Abel made you realize just how exhausting it was.

You were still learning how to exist in a calm state. How to let go of your thoughts and anger and take things one at a time.

“I can help break her tie.”

You shared a look with Abel. Your eyebrows rose into your hairline and your mouth agape. Leto’s words seemed to put Abel at ease. He unbuttoned one of the buttons of his suit jacket and held a fraction of a smile before he turned to face him.

“It will be very painful, but I—“

He paused. His ears tinging red as he cleared his throat and averted eye contact from you.

“May I,” he licked his lips, “may I have a taste of your blood?”

You looked into his eyes. It was a mistake.

They glowed with a dark unrelenting gaze. His bashfulness was no more, either way, heat rushed throughout all your senses. Your eyes fluttered as you looked anywhere but him.

“Yes.” You quickly stuttered out. “It’s—

“Are you sure?” He interrupted you and moved his head into your line of sight. Suddenly, filling up your personal space.

You blinked repeatedly and stared dumbly in response.

No one had ever asked.

You nodded silently and he only raised his eyebrows at you.

“Yes.” You said softly but with more determination than before.

With careful hands he moved your head to the side.

Burning, his mouth was burning you.

His mouth felt like hot coals being placed on your neck. He cradles your head towards his chest as if he had done it a million times. His mouth moves along your skin with the fury of a thunderstorm, swollen with the humidity of the summer air. Unrelenting and smothering, he finally bit down, something within you breaking. The evidence of its lightning touch was the thundering of your heart in your chest.

You don’t know what to do with your hands. You run them along his chest, his back. You push and pull at the fabric of his shirt, of him. All you could smell was him.

He was all you could feel.

Slowly raising his mouth from your skin, you both pant with heaving chests as you watch the small trail of blood that connects from his mouth to your skin.

Without missing a beat, he laps at the small holes left on your skin. You can’t help the moan that spills out of you, and he closes his eyes.

You slide your hands from his back into his hair.

Desperate to pull him in once more.

When he opens them, neither of you say a word. The glowing storm clouds of his eyes transform into something so dark it’s a wonder they still glow at all.

Without breaking eye contact, he swiped his tongue along his lips to taste more of your blood. Your eyes dart across his face, desperate to catch each movement.

He moved closer to you, mouthing along your neck and sniffed deeply at your skin, pushing his nose firmer against you. He breathed out of his mouth. The warmth of his breath searing into your pores.

You couldn’t take it.

“One more,” he panted into your neck. “Just one more.”

“Please.” You practically pant back into his mouth.

You aren’t aware of much of anything at this point. You're lost in tides of air and whirring winds and you aren’t sure you want it to end.

As he pulls up to you once more, you surge towards him in unison, unaware of just how much strength you were using.

He makes a small oomf sound as you thud into his chest. He puts his hands at your hips and holds you tentatively.

Your mouth clamps onto his neck with just as much fervor. You felt more desperate than he did. You felt like you weren’t as sensual. That you sucked and slurped at his skin like some rabid creature, but the sounds coming from you told you just how wrong you were.

His pants were growing short, sharper, almost transitioning into a low keening wine.

“Fuck.” He whimpered into your ear before pulling you off of him by your hair. An action you would have taken into offense if it was anyone else, but right now after what you both had done, you don’t know what the lines of inappropriate and appropriate were anymore.

“And here I thought I was the only woman for you.”

You both took a step away from each other. Leto straightened his posture and clasped his hands formally behind his back.

You stood wide eyed.

She had your face. Only a bit older in comparison, but you knew your own face when you saw it.

“I think it is past due time for Abel to have another lover.” A man had interrupted. And not just any man, but a man who was the spitting image of Fontaine, save for the African accent and no beard. His hair was much tamer in style, and he had an equal air of superiority that Leto carried, and he seems like the type to not play about it.

He was better than everyone, and he wanted anyone who crossed his path to know it. He barely made eye contact with anyone else in the room. The only reason he seemed interested in your existence was because of how you and Leto seemed lost in one another moments before.

“Forgive me, my love.” Leto cleared his throat and avoided eye contact with you as well. His ears tinging pink before he continued. “I assure you I have not taken up a lover of any kind.”

“No?'' She stepped closer to Leto and ran a hand through his hair.

His shoulders fell into a more casual posture, and his expression softened.

“She’s a fledgling.” Her eyes twinkled at you. Your eyes.

“I think it's time we made our leave.”

You turned towards Abel.

His voice did not reveal his feelings, but from the look in his eyes and the slight frown on his face, it was clear how he felt. A storm of guilt brewed in the pit of your stomach. You had only been with him for a short period of time, but you couldn't help the feeling that you committed some type of betrayal. However, not out of some loyalty, that he was some sort of only being you could be tied to, or that he was some sort of lover, but you felt some type of way about having that moment in front of him.

You still would have done it. You dont regret it in the slightest, but he shoulnd’t have been here to see it.

You sighed. Not caring to hide the agitation in your voice.

“I would love for someone to explain to me what that means instead of acting like I don't exist.”

Everyone turned to look at Abel for some reason, and that irritated you even further. The rage boiled over within you. You could no longer see who or what was in the room, only what you were feeling.

“I know, through the magic, it feels like she's been a vampire for ten years, but if you’ve heard her story, it's only been for a short amount of time .” Abel said through his teeth.

“Well. . .” the woman who looked like you started. She eyed you up and down hungrily, “If she currently doesn’t belong to anyone. . “

“No.” Abel grabbed your arm and moved you behind him.

“I only made an agreement with him, and I don't have any allegiance to you whatsoever.”

“I understand her position of not being taught the proper edicate for how things work amongst us, but for you Abel there is no excuse!” Leto raised his voice. His eyes a startling eerie glow of a stormy blue-grey.

A wave of energy would have knocked you off your feet if you didn't grab Abel’s arm in time. He was much stronger than you were, so he didn’t seem to be affected by whatever invisible wave was swirling around in the room. He uncharacteristically glared at Leto. His apparent disrespectful attitude unwavering.

The man who had the same face of Fontaine looked you and Abel down with apathetic disdain.

‘Where is the other one?” He asked as if he was offended that a copy of himself existed.

“What other one?” Abel spat. His eyes closing and his shoulders scrunching up as he waved his arms.

“What the fuck,” he yelled, his fangs bared and his eys glowing a dazzingly dangerous yet beatiful yellow, “is going on? What aren't you telling me?”

“Abel did you not tell them?” the woman with your face smacked her teeth and looked back at Abel with a glare.

“I was getting to it.” He looked much more sympathetic.

“It looked much more like you were about to put your tongue down another woman’s throat if you ask me.” The Fontaine look alike shrugged and began looking at his nail.

“Enough!’ she turned back to give the man a look. “Does it look like I care? If you can’t stand to be in the same room as Leto so badly, then you go find Jay!”

He smacked his teeth with a frown, and then suddenly looked over to you.

The sound and look on his face at that moment made him look so much like Fontaine. Anger rushed through your senses once more.

“Wipe that look off your face.’ He scoffed at you before making his way out the door, “I promise you, I hold no resemblance to whoever this other vampire may be.”

He spared one more look at Abel. This time with much less disgust.

“Follow me.”

Abel looked towards you instead.

“Go.” Leto commanded and Abel glared at him.

Silently, he followed. Not bothering to hide his frown.

You eyed him trepidly.

What was all this about?

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Yo-yo didn’t like the sight of this.

A woman who looked just like you but at least ten years older walked in. Behind her, a man that looked just like Fontaine.

He kept his hair in a sizable fro on his head with a proper edge up that was faded at the temples. A smaller amount of facial hair that was way better groomed than Fontaine would ever attempt.

He was just as fancily clad as the other two men that looked alike.

“This is bad. She’s drunk that other vampire’s blood.” Slick whispered into her ear.

“Shut the fuck up before someone hears us in here!” She whisper-shouted at him.

They had snuck in, but whatever glamor Slick had placed on them had only lasted so long.

Yo-yo chewed on her lip as she watched you all sit down on a large couch. This vampire was just as strong as the one called Leto. Not only that, but she also had your face.

That meant big things. Things they couldn’t change.

A prophecy or some shit.

“Is that why you kept looking at me so strangly?” Yo-yo watched you ask. “Because you know. . .her?”

“He’s only ever met me like this.” The woman answered for him.

You nodded. Not really looking at either of them, making the woman frown in sympathy.

“My name is Shante.”

“Why do you all have our faces?”

Shante shared a look with Abel.

“Straight to the point I see.” She smiled. “I was the same way when it was my first time. I know it must have been hard and confusing.”

“Hard and confusing is an understatement.” You huffed bitterly.

She let out a short sigh, more out of nerves and not frustration.

You looked up at her oddly.

Yo-yo could only wonder why.

“I won’t hold you long or beat around the bush.”

“I think that’s best.” Abel clasped her hand in his.

“If you want to get technical, we are the originators of these faces and you all are our dopplegangers.”

You nodded, wringing your hands in your lap. “I think I know what those are.”

“You're always going to have a Leto and a Ghezo.”

Shante leveled at you with a serious tone.

This made you leap up with a hiss, baring your fangs.

“I don’t need Fontaine!”

“But you do.” Shante stood up and hissed back at you. “Without him you will never know peace. If you kill him, you might as well kill yourself too!”

“Good!” You screamed! Your voice sends a shock of power throughout the room making everyone still, even Yo-yo and Slick.

“What?” You broke the silence. “What’s so surprising about that after everything I’ve been through?”

“Forgive me,” Shante abruptly sat. “I didn’t know things were that bad between you.”

You sat with a self assured huff. Appearing more calm now that no one was about to tell you to get over your emotions.

“What makes you so sure, I need him?” You swallowed, looking straight ahead and not making eye contact with anyone. “What makes you think I could get over it?”

But everyone knew what you were really asking.

“I once was mad just as you were.” Shante said softly.

You looked at her with watery eyes.

“I was turned just like you.” Shante looked at her and Leto’s hands clasped together in her lap. “Ghezo had made a deal with someone. They promised him an eternity of power. . . But they also warned him about the cost. The people he would lose and now he’d never get close to anyone.”

She drew in a shaky breath and you cooled closer to her. She smiled softly. A tear falling down her cheek. Leto wiped at it with his thumb.

“He talked with all of us, his wives. Some said yes without thinking, but I said no.” She looked up at you, with a stream of tears falling down her face.

Yo-yo wiped a tear of her own as she watched you both cry. Slick put a hand on her shoulder, and she didn’t brush it away.

“I was in love with being human and the idea of cheating death didn’t sit right with me. Long story short, I woke up like this, against my will.”

“What did you do?” You whispered.

“I left him. I left my home. . . And then I found Leto.”

“So. . . You stayed with him and for some reason just forgave Ghezo?”

“I wish I could tell you more, but you and Abel have to find your own way. . . And Fontaine.”

“I’m going to kill him.”

Yo-yo couldn’t hear anymore.

“I think we got what we came for.”

Slick didn’t say anything. Nodding, he snapped his fingers, and they were both gone.

[prettyshon10]

Y’all saw Tyrone for all of 2 minutes and started acting up. I love it, actually.

​Gon ‘head and give him that generic white boy #78 treatment.

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Who should I write for next?

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Voting ended onAug 30, 2023

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Marvel’s Cloak and Dagger  Incorrect Quotes

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Y/N: Tyrone, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean? Tyrone: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later Y/N: Ok, I love you too, I’ll just ask Tandy.

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Y/N, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him Brigid: You did WHAT– Tandy & Tyrone : William Snakepeare

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Y/N: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death? Tyrone: How am I supposed to know? Tandy: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult. Tyrone: *sighs* Tyrone: You wouldn't be trapped.

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Y/N: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container. Tyrone: The cow??? Y/N: What? Tandy: Tyrone, W H Y?

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Y/N: I think we're missing something. Tyrone: Teamwork? Tandy: Cohesion? Brigid: A general sense of what we’re doing?

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Y/N: Why are your tongues purple? Tandy: We had slushies. I had a blue one. Tyrone: I had a red one. Y/N: oh Y/N: Y/N: OH Brigid: Brigid: You drank each other's slushies?

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Y/N: Good morning. Tyrone: Good morning. Evita: Good morning. Brigid: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit. Tandy: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS

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Y/N: Are we really going to let Tyrone keep Tandy? Brigid: We kept Evita.

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Y/N: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Tandy: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Y/N: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING TYRONE WITH ME Brigid, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Y/N: Dammit, Tyrone! Tyrone: What?! It wasn’t me! Y/N: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Tandy! Tandy: Not me either. Y/N: Oh...Then who set the house on fire? Mayhem: *whistles*

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Y/N, setting down a card: Ace of spades Tyrone, pulling out an Uno card: +4 Tandy, pulling out a Pokémon card: Jolteon, I choose you Brigid, trembling: What are we playing

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Store Worker: Would a Mx. Y/N please come to the front desk? Y/N, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem? Store Worker: points to Tyrone and Tandy Store Worker: I believe they belong to you? Tyrone and Tandy, simultaneously: We got lost :( Y/N: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

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Y/N: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me. Tyrone: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you? Y/N: Yes! Tandy: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

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Y/N: Can you keep a secret? Tandy: Do you know anything about my life? Y/N: No I do not. Good point.

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Y/N: I’m going to take you out Tyrone: great, it’s a date! Y/N: I meant that as a threat. Tyrone: See you at five!