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youaremyhome · 1 year

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Pieces of the Night: Resisting the New Moon

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, blackmail, manipulation, DARK. More to add. Read at your own risk!

Notes: 3.0k words. I just to thank everyone that has been patiently waiting for my updates and i am SO SORRY for how long this took. Bad news: this is pretty plot-heavy so no smut, good news: next chapter is Rafe's POV! so i really hope yall like it so tell me if you do or don't, i just wanna hear from ya'll!! it means so much to read what you guys think as you read and i find it just as entertaining as writing the series lol

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Coming home should be relaxing.

Instead, a ball of dread sits in your esophagus as you turn the key, inching the door open. Silence greets you, shoulders dropping with the weight rolling down your back. You’re truly alone now, with no greedy hands or nipping teeth to get you.

It was a struggle to leave Rafe’s apartment. A wake-up call of kisses and an encore of his performance in the alley started your morning off, followed by an insufferable breakfast with his roommates, Topper and Kelce. Both boys seemed confused as you sat at the dining table, dressed in Rafe’s t-shirt and boxers as he placed the coffee in front of you. The boyish leers and whistles followed you down the hall when you excused yourself, their eyes pinned to the various bruises scattered on you like exploded stars.

Rafe tried insisting on you skipping class with sweet promises that escalated into whispered threats. Fortunately, you were able to escape. It costed you another pair of underwear.

Dragging yourself to your room, your body and mind argue about who’s more exhausted.

While muscles felt strained and bones felt weak, your mind had no inner voice for once. On autopilot as you change, dumping your things to the ground. A muted consciousness fogs your senses, moving like a sim controlled by a child; clumsy and aimless. Collapsing on the bed is the last thing that happens before the screen turns black.

“Get up!”

Your name is being yelled in layers, crusty eyes peeking open as your friends storm in like an army brigade. Andi squeals and jumps into your bed as their voices overlap.

“How could you keep this from us you bitch?!”

“Everyone’s talking about it –"

“Talking about what?” Your sleepy voice cracks.

“You and Rafe, duh!”

Springing up, an instant flush blisters your face, the girls hitching up an octave as they point it out. Their eyes and questions are like needlepoints poking at your skin.

Rubbing your face with both hands, you press the heels to your eyes. “It just sorta… happened.” Little specks of black and silver sprinkle your vision once you’re done squishing your eyes. There’s no point in lying to them. Well, more than you have to.

Looking between the three of them you ask, “How’d you even know so fast? I left his apartment this morning.”

“Oh, please.” Dan huffs, flicking her wrist. “Those frat boys are worst gossips than us. I heard from Mary, who got a text from Liz whose sleeping with Matt, that Topper told him how you did the walk of shame straight to your class."

Louise strikes out, pulling the neckline of your sweater down, revealing the fresh bruises on your skin. They titter, the girls settling on your bed as you pull your knees up, hugging them tightly to your chest. You tell them what they want to hear.

How Rafe had been persisting you in class while you secretly – hated – loved it, cautious because of his reputation. Leading him to beg for a date and the modified version of the dirty details. As you weave the story, struggling is replaced with play fighting, crying with giggling. The lies stumble through your dry mouth, but they assume it's from your shy demeanor.

“So, do you like… like him?” Louise asks with an impish grin and wonder in her eye. Ever the romantic.

“Personality-wise?” You can’t help the grimace on your face. “He’s alright, I guess.”

Clearly, it isn’t the answer she was hoping for; she shrugs, saying people start dating from being fuck buddies nowadays. Controlling your bodily reaction to your relationship named as that is difficult, a weak nod is all you give.

You can see the excitement they hold for you like little offerings you’re supposed to lap up. In any other case, you would be squealing along with them, maybe even having butterflies in your stomach with fuzzy wings instead of knives.

They probe for more intimate details, something you all do after a new boy. Only this time feels…dirty, that these details should never see the light of day for how dark they are. Further despising Rafe for another thing he has unknowingly ruined: the enjoyment of gossiping with your friends. You’re holding back now and it doesn’t feel right. You should be telling them how you cry at the sight of him, not that you orgasm every time (though that is begrudgingly true, too).

“Just be careful, okay?” Danielle says after the conversation winds down. Reaching over, she lays her hand on yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. It’s a simple caring gesture that has you almost breaking. The touch is innocent and good-natured, something you haven’t felt in weeks.

It reminisces the first time you had told them about Rafe. Danielle always had a better judge of character than you. Repeatedly telling you how there were some people that rather burn than put a fire out. Now, you were encircled in a hellish blue fire that licked at your skin.

You hold eye contact, a wall trembling to fall but you reinforce it with a smile. “Of course.”

Over the course of the next couple weeks, other Greek life people you knew were asking about you and Rafe. You knew the community was big enough to not know everyone, but small enough for word to spread like a slow forest fire, contained in an area before it latches onto a lingering branch, lighting its way through the whole campus.

Questions of if you were dating seemed constant, a hardy no was always the answer. Not understanding the fuss of a random frat boy sleeping with a random college girl. Frustrated with it, you had asked a sorority girl that shared the same class with you and Rafe why it even mattered.

“You’re kidding, right?” You frowned and shook your head. “Everyone knows the rich, crazy VP that loves partying more than girls has never had a girlfriend. Especially one so nice.”

You repeated to her and anyone with ears that you and Rafe were absolutely not dating.

That didn’t stop him from heightening the rumors, walking you to and from classes, a kiss hello and goodbye. Arm stretched behind your chair during lecture, playing with the ends of your hair. Public displays of affection that curdled low in your belly. It only reminded you of the leash he has on you. So taut, that with any wrong move, he’ll turn it into a cage.

Even parties weren’t as fun anymore, Rafe making an appearance more likely than not. Those nights usually ended with you drunk, high, fucked out, or a combination of the three. It didn’t matter if you tried hiding somewhere in the packed houses or fought with him there, it ended with you in his bed.

Today you were especially ticked off.

Hungover and crabby, you’re grumbly and feeling like all over shit. You don’t know why your body hurts more, from your intense hungover or the way Rafe had slammed you down to the bed last night. He was already up when you awoke, only in sweats as he ruffled through his desk drawers. He gave you a distracted morning as you got up and dressed. Though you’ve been appeasing him as of late, you don’t bother with a response.

The sound of sharp inhaling has your eyes rolling to the back of your head in annoyance. After a few moments, you feel his stare as you push your last night's clothes into your bag.

“Wanna bump?” He thumbs his nose, lounging back on the chair. “Make you feel better.”

“Yeah, no thanks.”

The words are clipped and maybe a little sarcastic, focusing on getting everything you need so you can leave. Easily ignoring him as you round the bed to head to the bathroom.

“It’ll get that stick outta your ass you woke up with.” He mutters, but you know you’re meant to hear it.

Mild annoyance flicks into anger. Anger that has you whirling back to him, letting it dominate you like he has done so many times. Arm lashing out, you swipe the rest of the cocaine off the desk. The collected powder floats into a cloud of dust as its disturbed, satisfaction thrumming through you.

“What the fuck?!”

Rafe’s up in a blink of an eye, chair clambering back to the floor. Your delight dries up when livid eyes pierce you, and before you know what you're doing, you're running away.

There’s shouting of your name, bare feet slapping the floor as he gives chase.

The hallway between his door and the entrance narrows before you, distorting into something longer, inescapable. You don’t know where you're going to go with being shoeless and phoneless but you need to get out of here before –

You’re pushed to the side, inches from the front door and your temple bounces off the wall. Hands spin you around, facing Rafe with his eyes wide and skin taunt as he gives you a jagged shake.

“You stupid bitch –"

“Fucking jackass –"

“Hey, woah!”

You both freeze.

As Rafe turns his head to look behind, you cock your head to the side. Topper stands at the small dining table, dimpled chin hanging low and a bowl of cereal sitting in front of him. Bewildered eyes asses the way Rafe is hunching over you, the twisted grip on your upper arms.

“Rafe, man…let her go,” Topper says calmly, one hand lowly reaching out. Something akin to concern filling out his expression.

With a grunt tickling your ear, Rafe releases you, his chest still pressed to yours. He commands under his breath, “go back to the room.”

If it weren’t for the essentials you left, you would’ve disregarded him completely. Glowering, you check shoulders with him as you go, Topper’s worried questions echo down the hall.

Fear, anger, and misplaced embarrassment from the witnessed scuffle rattle up your head down to your chest. The scene plays in your mind’s eye over and over, a loop that changes only in perspective like a movie. One that doesn’t happen to you, only to a girl that’s looking for her lost voice. She had it before.

Only once under the shelter of being in public does relief settle over you like a cool mist. You don’t know what would’ve happened if Topper hadn’t been here.

🌙

“So, what are your plans for spring break?"

“Um, to go home?”

Confused, you tilt your head to stare down at the phone, Lauren combined with numerous heart emojis displayed on the screen. Your laptop is set on your knees as you complete homework while chatting with her. Hair still wet from your shower and Rafe’s texts unanswered. Apologizes filled the text history from him, all left on read which led to missed calls and increasingly agitated texts.

“Uhhh, no.” The crinkle of fabric as Lauren packs for an upcoming trip accompanies her words. “Dad didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“He and mom are gonna go back to that little island we stayed at for Christmas.” Your heart drops, your oblivious sister continues, “…yeah, apparently Dad and that Wade guy hit it off and they’re doing business.”

Your dad’s a commercial architect, designing retail and office spaces across the west coast. He sometimes takes the odd job at the beginning of the new year so your family would be able to enjoy your summer in a new city. It usually took months of permits and construction to fully finish the project, your dad liked to stay with them till the end. You don’t even know what Ward does, just that he must’ve made a good impression, yet you can’t remember because you had a nuisance sitting beside you.

A gnawing pit opens at the bottom of your stomach, feeding on the fear that drips like a broken faucet. If this deal with Ward goes through, you’ll be spending your summer in Kildare, possibly longer with no job lined up for yourself.

A summer of Rafe. A summer of suffering through all the shit he’ll pull. No doubt he’ll be hearing of the news soon, having been privy to the calls with his dad, wanting to be a part of the business.

Before now, you’ve resigned yourself to placating him until May, until graduation and then you’d be across the country, far away, and never looking back. As Lauren’s voice hums in the background, your eyes stare at the keyboard in thought. A hand grazing over the tender spot of the side of your head.

This changes how you’ve been dealing with the situation. Handling Rafe like a spoiled child, giving him limited access to his favorite toy. It was the best strategy you had, believing you had an end date to this mess. However, with summer looming towards you with its long shadows and unrelenting heat, you know you can’t do it any longer. You can’t deal with the constant touching, the faux sweet gestures, and the rough treatment. It makes your head flutter with sickly butterflies just thinking of it, your chest feels light as you breathe in deeper.

You need a new plan, now. One that frees you from the shackles of Rafe Cameron. How you were going to do that…you had no idea. Once he learns of the deal, he won’t let it go. He won’t let his dad say no to it, and won’t let you say no to coming with.

The rest of the phone call is a distant thing, the laptop closed and you don’t even know if you saved your work. Amongst the quiet of the night, you drift into your mind, visualizing an alternate world.

A world where you never saw Rafe on the beach that night, or even went to the Outer Banks at all. How after winter break, you still would’ve had a class together. Still had that fated reunion. With no pogues around to deface him, you might’ve liked the attention from him.

Played it coy, compelling him to make the first move, maybe after lecture one day and walk you home. Having a nice, normal conversation with him. How you would’ve agreed to see him again, to have sex with him again.

This other you gets the Rafe you had first met. A jerk, yes, but one that listened to you, that had self-control. Was soft with you. She gets the normal progression of fuck buddies to a situationship. Because despite all the faults he clearly has, other you would’ve been able to look past them. Giving him leeway with his transgressions, not considering it a big deal since it wasn’t a serious thing anyways.

Other you has weeks and months to see the red flags rising up, one by one. The excessive drinking turns him nasty, the blow that levels him out and becomes emotional. Other you would’ve ignored them, chalked it up to typical college behavior until he eventually hurt you. You’d like to think other you would immediately end it, no matter how much he had manipulated you into liking him.

It's at this point of the dark tale where you know the universe is out to get you, an age-old revenge set upon your very soul. Because if other you tried to end it with him, would he have turned just as vicious as before?

Yes, you think, yes, he would in a heartbeat.

Separate paths: one with a smooth, sandy trail as the other grapples with high seas. These two lives are so separate, so unlike the other but still converging in the end, the same destination. A desisted beach with just a blond boy, ready to meld hands and bodies together. No path to take and no boat to ride on.

Gusts of wind brusquely whip around you like nature herself is propelling you forward, toward him. A warp of stumbling and muted colors as the rough waves crash to the shoreline, deafening and ferocious. The blond stays there, waiting. As if he knows you’ll be coming to him, even though you don’t want to. Like he knows no element will stop this journey of yours deeper into the sand.

You can’t see his face but fright ghosts over you like a disembodied entity. You want to go the other way, back to what was before.

The sand starts to flow, gentler than the water, luring you nearer to him, closer to what you know is bad, bad, bad. You think you scream, or maybe there’s another roaring of the waves as your arm's length away now. Details filling out his face come into a sharp focus, the edges around him blurry as Rafe smiles at you.

He seems unaffected by the storm happening viciously around the two of you. Spontaneously, you’re in his arms and you’ve never felt so small. Resisting only seems like it's the sand moving your bodies to and fro, not the intense effort you give. There are words being eaten around you, Rafe telling you something with that giant grin of his.

What? You mouth, your voice is sucked into the vacuum of noise and boomerangs back at you.

YOU’RE MINE. Rafe shouts with a manic glee like a god’s voice booming down below from the heavens. His laughter pushes the waves closer, sand and sea mixing together.

Terror is all you know, from the beginning of time to the end of your days. Rafe’s hold feels more like tentacles than hands, squeezing and capturing you tight. There’s merely the scream of delight by the ocean and the sob of horror from you.

Just as you’re there, you’re not.

Woken in a slick sweat that coats your hairline to the back of your knees. Your heart sputtering from the nightmare and the harsh yank back into the conscious world. After taking a moment that this is reality, that you’re not being swallowed into the vortex of Rafe; do you relax back into bed. Smothering your face back into the pillow, you whimper with the ruminants of irrational fear. That little nub in your brain is lightened up, alarming you that there is real danger near you.

A danger you have to face head-on.

#pieces of the night #rafe cameron #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x reader #smut #dark!rafe cameron #dark fic #tws #outer banks #outer banks fanfiction #obx smut

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pompadourpink · 1 year

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Les prépositions

À - to (je vais à la plage - I’m going to the beach), at (le chat est à la maison - the cat is at the house), indirect object/complément d’attribution (c’est au chat - it’s the cat's), adverbial phrase of way (une peinture à l’huile - an oil painting), adverbial locution introducer (à l’instant - just now), price indicator (le kilo de pommes est à deux euros), infinitive form introducer (c’est à prendre ou à laisser - take it or leave it), approximation introducer (c’est à dix minutes d’ici - it’s about ten min. away), against (dos à dos), after (pas à pas), until (aimer à la folie)

Après - after (je te rejoins après le travail - I’ll join you after work)

Avant - before (je me suis levée avant toi - I got up before you did)

Avec - with (je vis avec mes deux chats - I live with my two cats)

Chez - at X’s > person or brand of a shop (je suis chez mon père - I'm at dad's)

Concernant - regarding, about (concernant ton offre, je la refuse - about your offer, I'm refusing it)

Contre - against (je suis contre ta décision - I stand against your decision, le chat est assis contre le mur - the cat is sitting against the wall)

Dans - in (le chat est dans mon sac - the cat is in my bag)

D’après - according to (d’après Victor Hugo, Fantine est blonde)

De - of (au bout de la rue - at the end of the street)

Dedans - inside of it (le chat est dedans - the cat is inside of it)

Dehors - outside (le chat est dehors - the cat is outside)

Depuis - since (j'ai mon chat depuis que j'ai dix ans - I've had my cat since I was 10), from (tout était beau, depuis la décoration jusqu’aux couleurs - everything was lovely, from the decoration to the colours)

Derrière - behind (le chat est derrière toi - the cat is behind you)

Dès - as soon as (je te préviens dès que j’arrive - I’ll let you know as soon as I get there), immediately (si je pouvais, je partirais dès maintenant)

Dessous - under (la clé était dessous le lit - the key was under the bed)

Dessus - on (le chat est assis dessus - the cat is sitting on it),

Devant - in front of (j’attends devant la maison - I’m waiting in front of the house)

Durant - during (il est mort durant la famine - he died during the famine), for (elle a vécu là-bas durant des années - she lived there for years)

En - at (je suis nul en Français - I’m bad at French), material indicator (une table en bois - a wooden table), change indicator (il s’est transformé en papillon - it turned into a butterfly), division mood (couper en deux - cut in two pieces), during (en hiver, j’ai toujours un rhume - during the winter season, I always get a cold), gerundive element (elle tomba en criant - she fell, screaming), shape/appearance indicator (un arbre en fleurs - a blossoming tree)

Entre - between/out of (entre tous les garçons, Louis est le plus grand - out of all of the boys, Louis is the tallest)

Envers - towards/to (il est méchant envers elle - he’s mean to her)

Ès - in (licencié-e ès sciences - bachelor of sciences) - rare, uni titles

Excepté(e/s) - except (exceptée Louise, elles sont toutes arrivées)

Hormis - except (hormis Pierre, nous avons tous le permis - except from Pierre, we all have a driving license)

Hors - out of (il est hors de lui - he’s beside himself)

Jusque/jusqu’à (+ subjunctive) - until (il a miaulé jusqu'à ce que je le nourrisse - he meowed until I fed him)

Malgré - despite (il est venu malgré sa grippe - he came despite his flu)

Moyennant - in exchange for (moyennant un changement de ton, tu pourras rester - If you change your tone, you’ll be allowed to stay) - rare

Nonobstant - in spite of (”Charles Myriel, nonobstant ce mariage, avait, disait-on, beaucoup fait parler de lui” Les Misérables) - rare/old

Ôté - taken of from (6 ôté de 10 égale 4)

Outre - besides (outre mes deux cats, il n'y a personne chez moi - outside of my cats, there's no one at my house)

Par - by (la Joconde a été painte par Léonard de Vinci), direction indicator (il est parti par là - he went that way), with (je commence par une entrée - I start with an entree), per (j’en prends trois par jour - I take three per days)

Parmi - amongst (parmi mes chats, c'est le plus petit - he’s my smallest cat)

Passé - after/past (passé 2h, tout est fermé - past 2AM, everything is closed)

Pendant - during (je t’appellerai pendant ma pause - I’ll call you during my break)

Pour - for (je suis là pour toi - I’m here for you), to (je pars pour Paris - I’m heading to Paris), according to (pour moi, c'est une erreur - I think it's a mistake)

Près (de) - near (je suis près de Paris - I’m near Paris)

Sans - without (je suis sans voix - I am speechless)

Sauf - except (j’aime tout sauf la pluie - I like everything but rain)

Selon - according to (selon moi, tu as tort - in my opinion, you’re wrong)

Sous - under (le chat est sous la table - the cat is under the table)

Suivant - according to (suivant ce que j’ai entendu, il ne reviendra pas - according to what I’ve heard, he won’t come back)

Sur - on (le chat est sur la table - the cat is on the table), about (c’est un film sur la guerre - it’s a movie about the war), towards (regarde sur ta droite - look on your right), out of (deux fois sur trois il est en retard - two out of three times he's late)

Vers - towards (elle avance vers moi - she’s coming towards me), somewhere around (elle habite vers l’église - she lives near the church), about (Elle est rentrée vers minuit - she got home around midnight)

Voici - here is/are (voici mon chat - here’s my cat)

Voilà - there is/are (et voilà les miens - and there are mine), it’s been (voilà deux ans que je ne les avais pas vues - it had been two years since I last saw them)

Vu - given (vu la situation, c’est mieux comme ça - given the circumstances, that’s better that way) - casual

Movie: La Chinoise - Jean-Paul Godard, 1967

#basique #liste

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doomedhowell · 5 months

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'tis the damn season

Title: 'tis the damn season

Words: 2,438

Genre: AU + Fluff (coffee shop + minor bakery, grumpy x sunshine)

Summary: Dan is the coffee shop regular at the shop Phil just started working at. Phil quickly learns that Dan is a bit of a Grinch who refuses to try the shops' holiday drinks, or anything new really. Phil's determined to change Dan's mind about the holiday drinks.

Written for the @phandomgiftexchange

This fic was written for @heyitskoye! I had a lot of fun writing this fic and I really hope you like what I came up with. I came up with a coffee shop au tied in with the grumpy!dan x sunshine!phil trope which I personally love, so I hope you love it too ❤️ Happy Holidays!

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Phil’s head snaps up as soon as he hears the doorbell ding, and smiles as soon as he sees a customer walk in through the door, the first customer he’s had in twenty minutes so he’s ready to serve. “Hi there! Welcome to The Bean Counter, how may I help you today? Would you like to try our new holiday drink?”

The man lifts his head up, a frown on his face. “You’re… new?”

Phil blinks, and he slowly nods. “Yes. I just started two days ago,” he says. “So, I guess I am new.”

“What happened to the one girl? Uh… Louise?” The brown-haired man asks. “She knows my order.”

“Afraid she’s not in today. She’s actually out of town for the weekend,” Phil explains to the customer. “But, I’m sure I'll still be able to help you. What can I get for you today? I strongly recommend-”

“I don’t want to try one of your annoying holiday drinks. I just want my coffee,”

Phil huffs, feeling himself slightly annoyed by the customer, but the quicker he makes this coffee, the quicker this customer can leave. He’s not going to let this Grinch ruin his perfectly good day. “Okay. Then what kind of coffee would you like me to make?”

“I would like an Americano,” the man grumbles, and he starts pulling out his wallet.

“That will be-”

“I know how much it is,” the man says, handing Phil a five dollar bill.

Phil stares at him for a moment, before taking the bill from him, and starts to pull out the change. “So, are you always this rude to people who make your coffee?”

“Excuse me? I’m not being rude. I just don’t have time to bother with your holiday drinks, and it is way too early in the morning to be so… chipper,” the man takes the change from Phil.

“We have a holiday drink designed after the Grinch. You should try it,” Phil says. “Name?”

“Daniel,” the man grumbles, and he crosses his arms against his chest.

Phil writes the name Daniel on the cup with a sharpie, before turning around so he can finally start making the Americano. How boring, Phil can’t help but think as he makes the drink.

Phil finally gets the coffee made, and he turns around so he can hand it to the customer. “Thank you, have a wonderful evening,”

“Unlikely,” the customer mutters before turning, and walking out of the coffee shop.

“Grinch,” Phil mutters under his breath, and he shakes his head.

“I see you’ve met the ever-so kind Dan,”

Phil looks over and sees the manager, PJ, who’s just walked out from the back. “He’s a regular?”

“Comes in every morning. He orders the same thing, and as long as I’ve known him, he’s never gotten anything but his usual.. I know I’m not supposed to tell you this, but I would recommend not recommending our holiday drinks to him. He’s never bothered to try any of them and gets grumpy when you try to recommend them to him,” PJ informs Phil.

“But, I mean, how could you not love the holiday drinks? They are the best part of the holiday season!” Phil exclaims. “And I’m saying this as a customer, not as someone who works here now.”

PJ chuckles, and he nods in agreement. “I agree. Unfortunately, not everyone agrees,”

Phil huffs once more. “I’ll get him to try one of our drinks,”

“If he comes back,” PJ says, and he shakes his head. “Anyways. Are you ready for your first break?”

“Yeah, I could use a break. Thanks PJ,” Phil says, and starts untying his apron. He gives PJ a smile before turning, and heading towards the back. He walks back to the break room, and plops down on the couch. Phil frowns as he sits there for a moment, staring at nothing, pondering over the interaction he had early with the customer, Dan, his name was. “Who hates holiday drinks?” He shakes his head.

Phil goes about his day, and eventually forgets about the Grinch who hates holiday drinks. He doesn’t think about it again until the next day, when Dan comes in at the same time.

Phil looks up, and freezes slightly when he sees the familiar brown headed man come into the shop.

Dan looks up, and seems just as disappointed to see Phil as Phil is to see him. “Oh. You again?”

“I work here. Still feeling just as Grinch as you were yesterday?” Phil asks in a calm tone, and starts getting Dan’s order up, because he made sure to remember what Dan’s coffee order was previously. Americano. It’s pretty simple to remember, and pretty easy for Phil to make. “You’ll get the Americano?”

Dan blinks as he stares at Phil. “Yes?”

“Excellent, and since you already know how much it is, you can just hand me your payment,” Phil says, unable to stop himself from smirking as he sees the surprised look on Dan’s face.

Dan stares at Phil as he hands him the money, and takes the change back from Phil. “Really? You’re not going to try and force your holiday drinks on me today?”

“Well, uh… do you want me to?” Phil asks. “Because, I can recommend some to you if you’d like me to. My favorite holiday drink is currently the peppermint mocha.”

Dan makes a disgusted face. “That sounds horrific. Peppermint mocha?”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds, y’know?” Phil says, and he turns around to start making the drink.

Dan stands there, quietly, watching as Phil easily makes his coffee drink. He’s impressed, because this is going a lot different than it was yesterday, and Phil’s not as unbearably chipper either.

Once finished, Phil turns around, and he writes the name Dan on the cup, before handing it to him. “Hope you enjoy it. I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow morning,”

“Uh yeah. Thanks,” Dan mumbles before turning and exiting the coffee shop.

Phil grins, feeling proud of himself. No, Dan didn’t try one of their holiday drinks today, but he didn’t get all completely grumpy when Phil mentioned their Peppermint Mocha, and he was only mildly disgusted. But, Phil’s still determined to get Dan’s heart to grow three times bigger.

The next time Phil sees Dan, it’s not actually at the coffee shop. Phil’s in the local mall doing some Christmas shopping. There’s only a few weeks until Christmas and Phil needs to find his family the perfect Christmas presents for when he sees them on Christmas day.

Phil’s just gotten some hot chocolate and is about to turn to exit the bakery shop he’s in, when he bumps into someone. Luckily, he doesn’t spill his hot chocolate, because that would have been more of a disaster, and Phil would have felt extremely bad if he spilled fresh hot chocolate on a stranger.

“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry!” Phil exclaims, his eyes widening in panic.

“No worries, mate,”

Phil looks over at the man he ran into, and stops when he recognizes that it’s actually Dan. “Dan?”

The man’s head instantly snaps up, and it is indeed Dan. “Oh. I didn’t expect to see you here,” he says.

Phil lets out a soft laugh. “Yeah, I can say the same to you. Doing some Christmas shopping?”

“Yeah, kind of. My brother needed to go Christmas shopping and asked if I wanted to tag along, and I’m just grabbing things for my family if I see anything I like, so-” Dan shrugs his shoulders, and then he notices the cup in Phil’s hand. “You got hot chocolate and not your lame holiday drinks?” Dan smirks.

Phil rolls his eyes. “They are not lame. They’re delicious. Have you ever even tried one?”

“Nope, and I don’t plan to,”

“Dan! There you are!”

Dan looks over, and a younger boy runs up to him. “Adrian, I told you I was coming to the bakery,”

“Yes, but I got lost so it took me a couple extra minutes to find you,” the boy, Adrian, pouts. Dan’s brother looks over when he notices Phil standing there. “Do you know him?”

“Kind of. He works at the coffee shop I go to regularly. I told you about him,”

“Ah yes. I remember you mentioning him before, and how he dared recommend a holiday drink to you,” Adrian says, rolling his eyes, which makes Phil chuckle. “Honestly, you’re so dramatic, Dan.”

“I’m not dramatic!” Dan exclaims, and he glares at his younger brother, before looking at Phil. “Anyways. We need to get something to eat. I’ll uh, see you tomorrow morning?”

“I’m actually off tomorrow. But, I’ll be there the next day,” Phil tells him.

“Cool,” Dan says, and he clears his throat. “I’ll see you. Adrian, come on. The line is getting long.” He tugs on Adrian’s jacket, pulling him towards the line.

“So, that’s the coffee guy you have a crush on?” Phil hears Adrian say to Dan.

“Adrian!” Dan exclaims as his eyes widen in terror.

Phil can’t help but smile to himself, and quickly exits the bakery shop. He continues his Christmas shopping, but all he can think about is how Dan thinks he’s cute? He told his brother he thinks he’s cute? Of course, Phil thinks Dan is quite attractive. He can admit that, even when he thinks Dan’s a Grinch. But, Phil would have never dreamed that someone like Dan would think he’s cute.

When Phil is at work next, he can’t help but tell Louise about running into Dan.

“His brother was there, and apparently Dan thinks I’m cute!” Phil exclaims. “His brother said it.”

“You sound like a little schoolgirl who has a crush,” Louise laughs.

“Do you know how long it’s been since a boy has shown any interest in me whatsoever?” Phil asks, pouting. “Plus, a person like Dan never likes me. We’re total opposites.”

“Well, are you going to do anything about?” Louise asks, raising her eyebrows.

“I… I don’t know. Do you think I should?” Phil asks, biting his lip nervously.

“I think you should if you think you have a chance with him,” Louise says. “I mean, it would work, Phil. You would see Dan every day. I mean, as long as you don’t let a relationship get in your way of work.”

“Of course not,” Phil says, shaking his head. They both turn their heads when they hear their door bell go off, alerting them of a customer. Phil can’t help but smile as soon as he sees that it’s Dan.

“Speak of the devil. There’s your loverboy,” Louise whispers to Phil, smirking when Phil glares at him. “Have fun.” She giggles, and then she walks away.

Phil takes a deep breath, and walks over to the cash register. “So, we meet again,”

Dan looks up. “Hi,” he says.

“Come back for your usual?” Phil asks, getting ready to put Dan’s Americano into the register.

“Actually,” Dan begins, holding his hand out, stopping Phil. “I’d like to try something new today.”

Phil lifts his head up, surprised to hear this. He’s only known Dan a few days, but he knows from what PJ and Louise have told him that Dan never wants to try anything new. “Oh?”

“How about that Peppermint Mocha you were telling me about?” Dan asks.

Phil grins. “I think that would be perfect,” he says, and rings up a Peppermint Mocha for Dan. “Great. That will be five dollars and seventy five cents.”

“I’m sorry. That much for a drink?” Dan scoffs, but he gets out his money anyways. Ah, there’s the Dan that Phil knows. “Sounds a bit ridiculous if you ask me. The things I do for cute boys.”

Phil’s cheeks instantly turn bright pink, because he knows Dan is talking about him, at least he thinks, and then he takes the six dollars from Dan, and quickly hands him back his change. He looks up at Dan again. “I’ll have your drink ready in a few,” he says. He turns around and starts working on Dan’s drink.

Phil makes Dan’s drink silently, and then he turns around and hands him his drink. “Peppermint Mocha, I really hope you enjoy your drink,” he says.

Dan’s grip tightens around the drink as he stares at Phil. “Yeah. I guess we’ll see,” he mutters, before turning and starting to head out the coffee shop without saying another word.

“Phil,” someone hisses. Phil looks over and blinks when he sees Louise standing by the employees door, looking unamused. “What on Earth are you doing? Go ask that boy on a date!”

Phil’s eyes widen, and he looks over at Dan, who’s about to exit the shop. He quickly hurries around the counter. “Hey Dan!” He shouts, before running over to him.

Dan blinks and he looks up at Phil. “Yeah?”

“Are you doing anything this Saturday?”

“Uhm,” Dan begins, and a smile on his face. “I don’t have any plans at the moment.”

Phil smiles back at him. “Well, how about we go see a movie together? I’ll buy dinner after,”

“Well, how can I say no to an offer like that?” Dan asks, and he laughs softly. “I’ll see you Saturday then?”

“Saturday it is. Here,” Phil says, and he pulls out a notepad, and he writes down his phone number, and hands it to Dan. “Text me later with your details. We’ll work something out.”

Dan raises his eyebrows as he takes the paper from Phil. “Of course you have a notepad in your apron,”

Phil huffs. “Don’t judge me. It comes in handy!”

Dan laughs, and he shakes his head fondly. “Whatever you say, nerd. I have to get to work before my boss yells at me for being late again. Thanks for the drink. I’ll let you know if I hate it,” he says, and winks at Phil, before finally walking out of the coffee shop.

Phil stands there staring at nothing, stunned, for a moment, because he has an actual date. With an actual boy. For the first time in who knows how long. “Holy shit,” he whispers, and then his eyes widen. “What am I going to wear?” He turns around and looks at Louise with terrified eyes.

Louise cheers, clapping for Phil. “Don’t worry, Philip. Louise is here to help,”

Phil can’t help but sigh in relief, because thank God for Louise.

Just a couple hours later, Phil gets a text from an unknown number ‘I didn’t hate the drink x’

Maybe Dan isn’t so much of a Grinch as Phil thought he was.

#phandomgiftexchange #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #toriwrites

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Paranormal Masterlist

A Day in the... Life? (ao3) - carefully_crafted_cliches

Summary: A day in the... er, life of Dan and his ghost boyfriend, Phil.

chaos in bloom (ao3) - vvelna

Summary: The adventures of Dan and Phyl, ghost removal experts.

Dead of Night (ao3) - PoisonedMind

Summary: The windows rattle and the floor creaks and Dan writes i miss you to Phil before he goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

As he crawls into bed, he checks his phone. There’s a message from Phil waiting for him.

I'll be home soon

(TW) Early Sunsets Over Monroeville (ao3) - Morguesick

Summary: Dan had found his first ever safe space in Phil, and for Phil, someone to truly love. Yet, their relationship - and Dan's trust is jeopardised when Phil begins acting strangely following unexpected events on a caravan holiday in an abnormal country town with Chris and Pj.

A story of Dan losing his sense of reality following Phil's spiral into gradual paranormal depravity.

- set in 2010 -

Dragonfly (ao3) - lvckyphan

Summary: Something terrible happened in Littlerock Mental Asylum in the 1970s. Dan and his group of historically-crazed friends know this for certain. But when you throw in corporate secrets, paranormal activity and a chilling boy with very, very blue eyes, things begin to get a little more complicated.

four hotel walls (ao3) - watergator (orphan_account)

Summary: dan and phil are paranormal investigators from the 90s

House Haunting (ao3) - Indelible_Faith (TheWaterGoddess), nebulous_frog, PoisonedMind

Summary: Their house is haunted, Phil is certain of it.

Dan, on the other hand, has doubts. But when certain events begin happening, Dan doesn’t really think it’s quite amusing anymore...

in the woods somewhere (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: After Dani bit Fi, Fi started to change too.

Mystery House (ao3) - multifandomer

Summary: Dan has just moved into a new house. The house is nice and looks expensive, but doesn’t cost as much as it should. He meets some unexpected people that will play a big part in his future.

oh invisible (ao3) - vvelna

Summary: The Happy Phantoms team takes on a ghost in a crawlspace.

Puppy Love (ao3) - citizen101erased

Summary: Phil goes to the dog show. He comes back with more than just fun stories and instagram selfies. Dan is pretending not to be pleased, but honestly, he can’t say no to those cute puppy eyes.

But then, strange things start to happen…

quiet on widow's peak (ao3) - dvp_95

Summary: Phil's got a list of paranormal experiences a mile long that he likes to share with the world. Abandoned buildings, cemeteries, and ghost stories have always called his name, and a particular fan of his has a really, really good ghost story.

(TW) Runaway Poltergeists (ao3) - kittycatrin (orphan_account)

Summary: Dan Howell dissociates, and Phil Lester is a ghost. Somehow, Phil still seems more real than Dan does.

SPI: A Dan and Phil Paranormal Investigator AU (ao3) - trancelover99

Summary: So I made a TikTok where Dan and Phil were Paranormal Investigators, and I decided to make an AU based on it.

The X-Philes (ao3) - UnorthodoxSavvy

Summary: Phil is a psychic. Dan is a detective. When Phil is visited by the ghost of his brother, he knows something isn't right. Can he and Dan solve the case, or will they become the next victims?

Watchful (ao3) - cafephan

Summary: Phil is part of one of the world’s most famous paranormal investigator groups, along with his friends Joe, Zoe and Louise. The never before investigated Harrowick Penitentiary catches the group’s attention, and they settle in the town for a week long investigation. Most importantly, they hope to make contact with one spirit in particular, Dan Howell, who was falsely imprisoned for a crime he didn’t commit, and was murdered in the building. When Dan becomes attached to Phil, things become a lot more complicated.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phan #phanfiction #dan and phil #masterlists #paranormal #paranormal Masterlist

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robertbelcherjr · 7 months

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It’s time to update my About Me; bc I’ve changed as a person

FIRSTLY ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) call me either Gy or Mort. (Andy Kindler called me Mort and changed my life) I’m 24, so old man aged.

Secondly; I need everyone to know I OWN the Bobmort tag on A03. I feel strongly about them. I invented them

Thirdly; my biggest flex is that Andy Kindler follows me on twitter and I basically have had conversations with him AND. He liked my Mort mortician joke.

Anyhoo, moving on!

—>I strongly identify with Bob, I am he, he is me. We are autism. I see way too much of myself in this middle aged man.

—>⚱️💀I ADORE. WOULD DIE. FOR. MORT. I NEED THAT GOOFY OLD MAN. I don’t think you understand what I’d do for that man (ok maybe Dan does) (shout out to Dan bc he’s awesome)

I have a lot of strong feelings about Mort sooooo I’m sorry if I offend you, that’s my old man. Kisses his bald ass head.

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Anyhow, this is obviously a lgbtq safe space as I’m trans! No brainer really :} I’ll follow you if your cool, but if you aren’t than well, I won’t. Simply put.

I make art! Mostly Mort these days, I eat breath and live mort atp.

I write sometimes too! Lots of Mort X reader or Bobmort whatever I feel like self projecting on, I write! Mostly silly stuff! My AO3 is Forauldlangsyne (I know it’s hard to spell I’m SORRY)

I make a lot of nsfw jokes about bobs burgers men so if that’s not your cup of tea you don’t have to follow me!

•LASTLY

DNI if you like Louise/Logan sorry not sorry! Pro shippers can also leave this page, they aren’t welcome either! In general if your a creepy weirdo I won’t bother with you. Block and move on!

Anyway! It’s almost been a year since I got into Bobs Burgers and I felt like updating this!

#about: Robertbelcherjr #gy opens his mouth and screams

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drumbot-merlin · 3 months

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Top Nine Albums

Thanks to @coldtilecavern for tagging me!!!! I'm not sure these are my exact top 9 albums but they're what came to mind!

Germ Free Adolescence - X-ray Spex, OK Computer - Radiohead, Bloodletting - Concrete Blonde, Wet Leg - Wet Leg, Chet Baker Sings - Chet Baker, Stranger in the Alps - Phoebe Bridgers, Aja - Steely Dan, Euphoric - Calva Louise, I Brought You My Bullets You Brought Me Your Love - My Chemical Romance

tagging @scratchmyrash @lizardzap @blastvox @nobodysdaydreams @myfairkatiecat @ilysusana @lesbian-rook @persephone-tim @gender-affirming-mechanization @sentienttoast @show-stoppin-enby @i-found-you-justine-time @cotton-glass @cartoons-tothemoon @himbo-kronk-stan @thenerdy-1

#no pressure or anything #music #milo's fridge

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cere-mon-ials · 1 year

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meme — tagged by dear @rosyfingered-moon <3

Three ships: The three I have thought about most in the last couple of months—Yeong x Uk (Alchemy of Souls), they are better in my head than they are in any one else's and I am sure of it; Yeo-jin x Shi-mok (Stranger); Dan x Seung-jun (Crash Landing on You).

First ever ship: Castle & Beckett.

Last song: Off by Bang Yong-guk. This Spotify playlist of Korean songs with drill production is full of bops that's keeping my seams together this week.

Last movie: Our Love Story (2016). I learnt about the director's conviction five minutes after the movie ended, just as I was reeling from how much harder I fell in love with Lee Sang-hee.

Currently reading: In and out of poetry these days. Winter Recipes from the Collective by Louise Glück this morning. I am also slowly making my way through @sadviper's utterly magnificent The Veritable Records of King Taejo.

Currently watching: Went back to Poong, the Joseon Psychiatrist while I wait for The Makanai and Crash Course in Romance.

Currently consuming: Park So-jin fancams <3

Currently craving: A shawarma dripping with toum would fix me. Or three plates of fried dumplings.

tagging @wullu @iexbie @partycardigann @scribblesincrayon @peakycats if you want to dabble!

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trashpidgeon48 · 2 years

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MMNI and Names

I noticed the other day that there are several names that are recycled frequently throughout all 51 mischief movie night ins so I went through the names and counted how many times each were used.

Top 3 most used names

Dan - 7

Paul, Samantha, Penelope, and Janine - 5

Micheal, Sampson, Jimmy, Susan, Jack, Gary, Stan, James, John, and Anna - 3 Full list under the cut

Drake - 1

Dan - 7

Joe - 2

Balise - 1

Mirabel - 2

Michael - 3

Igor - 1

Batly - 1

Es - 1

Paul - 5

Ruth - 1

Keith - 1

Sean - 1

Kristaal - 1

Damian - 1

Samantha - 5

Fritz - 1

Arnold - 1

Gerri - 1

Julie - 1

Sampson - 3

Helen - 1

Colin - 1

Ben - 1

Henrietta - 2

Delta Von Tussel - 1

Trev - 1

Vanessa - 1

Kev - 1

Bev - 1

Giles - 1

Nev - 1

Jeffries - 2

Charlie - 2

Wycombe - 1

Penelope - 5

Wicks - 1

Celeste - 1

Jimmy - 3

Grimes - 1

Nathan - 1

Anne - 1

Marcus - 2

Bob - 2

Kyle - 1

Bobby - 2

Vivian - 1

Stevie - 2

Tony - 2

JR - 1

Celine - 1

Randolph - 1

Susan - 3

Maria - 2

Ricky - 1

Clint - 1

Jack - 3

Elisa - 1

Shelly - 2

Greg - 1

Benedict - 1

Janine - 5

Gary - 3

Gerald - 2

Claire - 1

Jessica - 2

Emile - 1

Julian - 1

Stan - 3

Melissa - 2

Suzanne - 2

Tom - 2

Busby - 1

Elizabeth - 1

Martin - 1

Jasper - 1

Petunia - 1

Sandra - 2

Haans - 1

Bernie - 1

Clive - 1

Espanol - 1

Bod - 1

Beard - 1

Tim - 1

Doris - 1

Todd - 1

Arthur - 2

Lucrizieta - 1

Rambo - 2

Stitch - 2

Fergus - 1

Tommy - 2

Six - 1

Hendricks - 1

Eggbert - 1

Mischief - 1

Bigglesworth - 1

Shaggy - 1

Lenny - 1

Sam - 2

Fred - 1

Velma - 1

Margarite - 1

Jaconde - 1

Ruby doo - 1

Jason - 1

Lizzie - 1

Helga - 1

Jim - 1

Steve - 1

Mark - 1

Mike - 1

Raoul - 1

Clara - 1

Hope - 1

Benny - 1

Gilderoy - 2

Tracy - 1

Chris - 1

Terry - 1

Harold - 1

Johnny - 1

Michaela - 1

Ruffles - 1

Sparky - 1

Dame Frisky - 1

Diedre - 1

Martha - 2

Trevor - 1

Buttons - 1

Ronald - 1

Lucinda - 1

Jezebel - 1

Lionel - 1

Adelaide - 1

Jimbo Jumbo - 1

Joffrey - 1

Algenon - 1

Horatio - 1

Caleb - 1

Stone fist - 1

James - 3

Pameon - 1

Mori - 1

Tallulah ballulah - 1

Jane - 2

Cameron - 1

Willy Wonka - 1

Bertie - 2

Alfonz - 1

Griselda - 1

Percival - 1

Richard - 1

Rumpole - 1

Reginald - 1

Pauline -1

Jacob - 1

Mz - 1

Iain - 1

Clarice - 1

Jeepes - 1

Bill - 1

ASDA - 1

Oscar - 1

Cloud - 1

Smithers - 1

Vinnie - 1

Lucille - 1

Erik - 1

Becky - 1

Jethro - 1

Ron - 1

Billy - 1

Molly - 2

Walliam - 2

Karen - 1

Harry - 1

Shirley - 1

Barnaby - 1

Barbara - 2

Jeremy - 2

Federico - 1

Hugo - 1

Nelson - 1

Jinx - 1

Rebecca - 1

Petulia - 1

Crystal - 1

John - 3

Gina - 1

Michelle - 1

Sid - 1

Jillian - 2

Simon - 1

Ringo - 1

Marissa - 1

Jez - 1

Monica - 1

Romulus - 1

Bez - 1

Tarquin - 1

Miranda - 1

Louise - 1

Anna - 3

Lilibel - 1

Caruthers - 1

Morecombe - 1

H - 1

Freeze - 1

Jasmine - 1

High Q - 1

Jemima - 1

Felix - 1

Felicity - 1

May - 1

Phil - 1

Ann - 1

Mabel - 1

Cilantro - 1

Jill - 2

Edwin - 1

Misty - 1

Jiminy - 1

David - 1

Ray - 1

Audrey - 1

Saul - 1

Denise - 1

Carl - 2

Nick - 1

Joanna - 1

Georgia - 1

Stephanie - 1

Jordan - 1

Sybil - 1

Mutant X - 1

Lawrence Dallaglio - 1

Andrew Garfield - 1

Jolene - 1

Jerry - 1

Cassandra - 1

Katie - 1

Jenny - 1

#mischief comedy #mischief movie night in #mischief theatre #the play that goes wrong #the goes wrong show

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comicbooksaregood · 9 months

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Heroes for Hope Starring the X-Men

Volume: 1

Issue: 1

Heroes for Hope

Writer: Chris Claremont, Ann Nocenti, Jim Starlin, Jim Shooter, Stan Lee, Ed Bryant, Louise Simonson, Stephen King, Bill Mantlo, Alan Moore, Harlan Ellison, Jo Duffy, Mike Baron, Denny O'Neil, George R.R. Martin, Bruce Jones, Steve Englehart, Mike Grell, Archie Goodwin, Bernie Wrightson

Penciler: John Romita Jr, John Buscema, Brent Anderson, John Byrne, Bernie Wrightson, Charles Vess, Richard Corben, Mike Kaluta, Frank Miller, Brian Bolland, John Bolton, Steve Rude, Bret Blevins, Herb Trimpe, Gray Morrow, Paul Gulacy, Alan Weiss, Jackson Guice, Howard Chaykin

Inker: Al Gordon, Klaus Janson, Joe Sinnott, Terry Austin, Dan Green, Jeff Jones, Jon J. Muth, Tom Palmer, Richard Corben, Al Milgrom, Bill Sienkiewicz, P. Craig Russell, John Bolton, Carl Potts, Al Williamson, Sal Buscema, Gray Morrow, Bob Layton, Joe Rubinstein, Steve Leialoha, Walter Simonson

Colourist: Daina Graziunas, Marie Severin, Bob Sharen, Petra Scotese, Christie Scheele, Michelle Wrightson, Glynis Oliver, John Bolton, Ann Nocenti, George Roussos, Leslie Zahler

Cover: Arthur Adams

Marvel

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miry-shoyo · 1 year

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~About me~

She/Her

Bisex

Name: Mirella

Nickname: Miry

Age: 23

Birthday: 15 dicembre

Star sign: Sagittarius

~Games i like and play~

Angels of death

The Witch House

Mad Father

Aria's story

Midnight Train

Yu-Gi-Oh! Millennium duels

Inazuma Eleven go: luce

Inazuma Eleven go Chrono Stones: Fiamma

Pokémon perla/platino

Pokémon bianco/nero/bianco 2

Pokémon X

Pokémon Sole/Luna

Pokémon Spada

My hero academia One Justice

Husbands:

Izuku Midoriya

Hinata Shoyo

Gilbert Nightray

Yuichiro Amane

Johan Andersen

Yusei Fudo

Reginald Kastle

Yuto

Dan Kuso

Zack Foster

Simeon Ayp

Ash Ketchum

Kousuke Ooshiba

Chuuya Nakahara

Mafuyu Sato

Ray (TPN)

Wei Wuxian

Hua Cheng

Killua Zoldyck

Ash Lynx

Tetsuya Kuroko

Sasuke Uchiha

Keika Yuu

Karma Akabane

Yuri Plisetsky

Touya Kinomoto (CCS)

Aichi Sendou

Natsu Dragneel

Inuyasha

Kai Ichinose (Piano no Mori)

Reki (SK8)

Ren (Super lovers)

Ikuto Tsukiyomi

Miyano (Sasaki to Miyano)

Riuji (Toradora)

Zero Kiryu

Ranma Saotome (Ranma½)

Yato (Noragami)

Waifus:

Rachel Gardner

Runo Misaki

Uraraka Ochaco

Kyoka (BSD)

Sakura Kinomoto (CCS)

Misaki Tokura

Lucy Heartfilia

Yachi Hitoka

Kagome Higurashi

Akane Tendo (Ranma½)

Momoi Satsuki

Hiyori Iki

Jiang Yanli (MDZS)

Sakura Haruno

Shinoa Hiiragi

Alice (Pandora Hearts)

Dawn (Pokémon diamond and Pearl)

Amu Hinamori

Taiga Aisaka

Emma (TPN)

Akiza Izinski

Louise Francois de la Valliere (ZNT)

#about me #otakugirl #Spotify

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daniseshippers · 4 months

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youtube

My first & only Dan & Louise video edit [for now] ❤️

#dan x louise #dan conner #louise conner #couples #the conners #video edits #Youtube

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youaremyhome · 2 years

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Pieces of the Night: Morning Dew, Sunrays & A Bad Moon Rising

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, DARK. Read at your own risk!

Notes: 4.1k words. part 3 of the series that is slowly taking over my waking thoughts.

You know you aren’t in your own bed when you wake up.

The smell of musk and cologne are dead giveaways without opening your eyes, the body heat radiating at your back another one.

Besides that, you can barely think of anything else except for the painful throbbing at your temples. You groan in the back of your throat, hand covering your eyes and pressing in to ease the pressure. You feel like absolute shit and you vow that you are never drinking tequila again. The memories of last night are blurry at best and totally blank at others.

Glancing over your shoulder, you're greeted with the back of a head, dirty blonde hair ruffled as his bare back rises and falls with light snores. Memories struggle to resurface, just flashes of Rafe kissing you, hands groping you desperate and rough.

Delicately, you slink your body out of bed, but once you do it's a mistake because holy shit your body hurts. It’s an all-over ache, muscles shivering like you have the flu. Legs protesting as you start to move about the room, a twinge of pain zipping up between your thighs.

You almost want to go back under the warm covers, only the thought of facing Rafe sober is not an option for you. So, you gather up your belongings hurriedly.

The top you borrowed from Andi is missing and your panties but you don’t want to run the risk of him waking up, so you pick up a shirt from the floor. You also put on a grey zip-up since it’s chilly now in Chapel Hill and you don’t know how long it’ll take you to get back home, you’re sure he won’t miss it.

You don’t look back when you slip out of the door.

🌙

“I still cannot believe you slept with him!”

“I heard he’s big! Tell me it's big!”

“I’m just happy you finally got some dick.”

You roll your eyes at that last comment made by Louise, sticking your tongue out childishly. You’re all sat around the dining table, nursing hangovers over copious amounts of coffee and junk food at 1 pm.

“Yeah, but by Rafe Cameron?” Daniella tsks. “The guy's a psycho. I saw him punch out a dude for no reason.”

“Who cares?” Andi pipes up. “It’s not like she’s dating him or anything.”

“Still,” Daniella rubs at her eyebrow as she looks over at you. “I don’t trust him.”

“Dan, it was a one-night stand. He’s probably forgotten my name by now anyways.” You smile, patting her hand to pacify her worrying.

The girls hounded you for information about last night when they discovered you in bed, making coffee in exchange for the sordid details. They giggled over your wobbly legs and dark hickeys, listening intently as you told the story of last night. The modified version. How you and Rafe started talking, dancing, doing coke together before leaving with him. You’re nervous about the reactions that would ensue from the truth.

The truth: you don’t remember last night. And the parts you did; you’d rather forget.

Forget the dizzying effect he had on you, the shameless way you had moaned for it.

You don’t remember specifics, just the sensations throughout the night. Being incredibly drunk to let off stress, loose and languid with words and movements. Then the soft head buzz from the cigarette and being so close to Rafe. The shine of a key. An entirely new sensation, one you’ve never felt before. Like…floating, in a sky of warm water. Strong arms buoying through the waves, towing you from a loud living room to a quiet bedroom with a snap of his fingers.

Hushed words shared across your skin, the heavy pleasure of him inside you, fingers molding into your form. You had the bruises to confirm those hazy memories.

Not wanting to concern them, you let them believe you were soberer than you actually were. They fussed over you too much as is, the mistakes you made were wholly your own.

“Are you going to California?” Andi’s question snaps you back into the conversation. Oh, they were talking about winter break.

“Actually, my parents rented a house somewhere called the Outer Banks?” You take a sip of your coffee, trying to remember what your mother had said. “Supposed to be beachy and lowkey, I’m sure it’d be fun.”

Later and alone, you think of Rafe, wondering what he’d say next time you see him. If you see him. It was a large school with too many parties to choose from. He was a frat boy that probably has had countless one-night stands, last night couldn’t have been any different. And you were fine with that. Rafe seemed too intense for you anyways, a dark aura about him that intimidated you when you thought too much about it.

If you’ve managed to not have met him until now, what are the chances of seeing him again so soon?

🌙

Staring out the wide picture windows of the living room, you watch the water lap at the sand before it recedes. It’s impressive that there are so many houses right on the beaches, three to four-story homes stacked on stilts to withstand the tides. Brightly colored siding with wrap-around pouches for each level, sand-dusted stairs leading to the water, cottages on steroids with towers and windows.

It felt like you were dropped in the middle of a Nicholas Sparks book.

A few windows are open to let in the fresh breeze, smelling the salt and hearing the waves ripple. The vaulted ceilings echo the cries of seagulls, the cozy coastal design making you want to melt into the couch.

You’ve been in the Outer Banks for a few days, the view of the ocean so unbelievably close was breathtaking each time you saw it. It was quiet here, warm tranquility that had you lazing around the house. Not doing much other than spending time with your family.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with us?” Due to the open floor plan, when you look over your shoulder you can see your sister take water out of the fridge. She throws a teasing smile. “Promise to be patient.”

You snort, remembering the last time you went golfing with them. It ended with the two of you arguing to tears and abandoning the game.

“Oh, Lauren leave her alone.” Your mom tuts as she walks in, followed by your dad.

“What are you going to do today?” Dad asks, smiling gently.

“I don’t know, might walk the beach or something.”

“Well, just be careful. And put on sunscreen, and –”

You don’t really listen as mom continues to talk and gather her things, already heard the same demands being made for the past week. Regardless, you nod along to her words until they’re leaving out the front door, calling out ‘love you’s and ‘good luck'.

Though you love your family dearly, it's nice to have some alone time without your parents hovering over you, or Lauren wanting the latest gossip.

After you change into a sweater and shorts, you head down to the garage where there’s various outdoor equipment for free use. Picking the baby blue bike with a wicker basket will be perfect for a peaceful ride around town.

It’s mild and sunny, the direct hit of the rays warming you while the breeze cools you, admiring all the houses scattered about. After a while, shops begin to pop up, the coastal style similar to the surrounding residences. Passing by cute restaurants and even a sheriff's office that you mistake for a house.

You’re so busy taking in the scenic view that you don’t see the jagged rock that punctures your front wheel, quickly losing control and toppling over.

“Argh!”

It’s too late to catch yourself, your cheek skids across the pavement, kneeing the ground hard as the bike crashes alongside you. Groaning, you hoist yourself up to your butt, waiting for the world to stop spinning. You gingerly touch at your face, hissing and pulling it back to see bits of blood smeared on your fingertips. You mutter as you move your knee around, concluding it’ll be fine, just bruised.

You hear a rumble, and as it gets closer you lift up your head to see what car and its passengers are to witness your terrible fumble. It’s an old Volkswagen van and surprisingly, it’s pulling off the road and stopping.

Two boys hop out, beachy and blonde as they jog over to you.

“You ok?”

“Nah, bro, she just did a 360 with that thing!”

“It’s called being polite, man.”

“Polite my ass, it’s a stupid fucking question. The girl has blood on her face!”

“JJ, don’t be a dick –”

“I’m not, just stating a fact –!”

“I’m ok,” You finally say, breaking their bickering.

Both boys turn their attention back to you, the one with the bandana leaning down to help you up. Once on your feet, you brush yourself off, more scraps along your legs from the gravel.

“That shits ruined,” The one with the red baseball cap states, nodding down to the bike.

You curse as you see the busted tire, toeing at it with your shoe. Totally ruined. You sigh, mind running through what to tell your parents, the cost it would be to fix it.

“Do you need a ride back home?” Bandana suggests with an easy smile.

Maybe you shouldn’t get in a van with two unknown males but they have an open air of friendliest that has you agreeing. They introduce themselves as JJ and John B. The van is comfy and bounces with each little bump, but the ride is made fun by the way they fight like an old married couple, laughing on the way. When you turn up to your road stretched with houses, JJ lets out a low whistle.

“Should’ve known you were a kook,” He utters but gives a quick wink.

“Huh?”

“Oh, never mind, a touron.”

“He means a tourist,” John B clarifies after a smack to JJ’s chest.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I am.” You awkwardly reply, not sure if it's good or bad slang for you.

Parking in front of the house, you all jump out. John B lifts the bike out and carries it to the inside of the garage. JJ follows leisurely, a blunt hanging from his lips as his eyes roam over you.

“There’s a kegger tonight,” He blows a thick cloud out. “You should come.”

You don’t know these boys but they seem completely harmless, so you grin. “Yeah, that sounds great. Can I bring my sister?”

“If she looks anything like you, hell yeah.” His smile is mischievous and cute, that southern accent working like a charm on you.

“See you tonight, then.”

You wave them off after getting their numbers, watching as their van lumbers off on the sandy pavement.

When Lauren and your parents get back home, your mom’s concern over your scrape clouds her mind over the fact that you totaled the bike. Once the pleasantries are over, you excitedly pull Lauren over to a hallway where your parents can’t hear.

Wigging your eyebrows, you whisper:

“You up for a party?”

🌙

The Boneyard, as the guys had called it, is a beach with big pieces of driftwood that surrounds a bonfire. There are plenty of people milling around, the light of the fire sparkling off the sunset waves. You feel like you're a freshman again, going in blind with one companion in a sea of strangers.

Your sandals get heavy with itchy sand as you walk, the bonfire giving little warmth as you tug at your sleeves over your hands. Lauren leads you to the keg on the other side of the circle where John B is sitting with a pretty blonde as he serves others beer. JJ is close by talking adamantly with another boy, a girl laughing at his ridiculous motions.

“Hey John B,” You wave cheerfully and then gesture to your right. “This is Lauren, my sister.”

“Hi,” Lauren smiles as he fills up her cup.

“Hi, Lauren The Sister! This is my girlfriend, Sarah.” John B and Sarah share a knowing smile, his finger tugging at a scrap of fabric tied to her neck.

JJ comes bounding over, breaking their sweet moment, and calling out your name. “You made it! With your hot sister too!”

Your sister bashfully smiles and there are more introductions made, Kiara wigging her fingers in greeting and Pope shaking your hands politely. Kie immediately starts chatting with you and find you both have a great love for the environment. You love her spunky attitude, going off on different tangents together. You can tell that the group is close-knit, making jabs at each other one minute and the next telling the great adventures they had over the summer. They’re a bit younger than you and you wonder how they were able to buy all of this alcohol.

As night settles over, more people crowd the beach, music flowing through the open space. Lauren has moved to a different group, saying she met them earlier at the golf course. They dress differently, with khakis and bright polos like they’re middle-aged men. You stay with John B and the others, liking their rowdy and humorous vibe, snickering with the girls when one of the guys does something stupid.

Sarah convinces you to shotgun a beer together, though you're not good at chugging and end up sputtering, liquid dripping down your chin. They laugh and hoot in comradery, lessening your embarrassment and you holler with them.

“Yo, Sarah, what's your bitch ass brother doing here?” JJ asks, his arms hooking over yours and Sarah’s shoulder.

Sarah sighs annoyed, her eyes darting around until they seem to find her target. “He knew we would be here.”

It's human nature for you to search for her brother though you don’t know what he looks like. But two things happen at once.

1. Sarah scoffs, “Rafe can never leave us alone.”

2. You see Rafe Cameron.

Which can’t be possible, can it?

You're in the middle of a small beachside town you’ve never heard of and he’s here? There has to be a mistake, a doppelgänger of Rafe from afar and your mind is playing tricks on you.

There he is though, hair strands brushing along his eyebrows, pink lips parted and nostrils flared, board shoulders pulled back. He’s wearing a grey Henley and dark jeans and he’s walking straight for you. Foolishly, you freeze in place with wide eyes like watching a car crash. Worse, you're the one about to be hit and all you can do is stare at the unstoppable object coursing to you.

You feel JJ’s lips at your ear, breath tickling it as he asks if you’re alright, arm sliding down so his hand can squeeze your arm comfortingly. He says your name again, and a second voice echoes it.

“What are you doing here?” Rafe looks just as confused as you, but with irritation bleeding in as well. With him up close now, his eyes solely focused on you. His eyebrows slightly furrowed as his tongue rolls down on his bottom lip, eyes darting down to your arm and then back to your face.

You can’t help the heat that builds in your chest remembering that tongue on your skin, those teeth that seemed like they wanted to puncture you.

“You know this kook douche?” JJ’s astonished question has you breaking out of your trance.

“We go to the same school…” You trail off, giving Rafe a shy smile.

“Oh, I know Y/N very well.”

The implication is clear. You're not ashamed of having a sex life but the way Rafe says it has humiliation licking at your face. You can’t unglue your eyes from Rafe’s, willing tears not to come from his leer at you. Grimacing, you cross your arms together, your body reclining back but Rafe follows you like gravity. When JJ feels you shift in discomfort, he stands tall and shoulders his way in front of you and Sarah.

“How about you go back to daddy’s house and stuff your nose with coke, hmm?”

Rafe’s gaze unlocks from yours to sneer at JJ. “At least I have the money to afford it you dirty pogue.”

JJ shoves Rafe and yelling commences as John B and Pope are hasty to join, blocking you as Kie comes to tug at you, whispering furiously what happened? Clearly, your new friends don’t like him, there’s bad blood between them, so quietly you tell the girls, “We slept together. Once.”

More frenzied questions are thrown your way but you’re too overwhelmed to answer. With the shock of seeing Rafe fading away, you frown at the animosity he has for them. You had assumed when John B and JJ talked about it, that it was a hometown rivalry, the old tale of rich versus poor. But with the way Rafe is priming for a fight, it appears to run deeper than that, something you wouldn't be able to understand as an outsider.

Doesn’t make it any less stupid.

Rafe is completely engaged now with JJ and John B now, Pope holding Kie and Sarah back as they’re all shouting. Racking a hand through your hair agitated, you turn and walk away, listening to the words of kook and pogue repeat over themselves.

You walk down to the shore, cold water seeping into your sandals. Arms crossed tightly to your chest, your mind whirls with the pure odds of vacationing in Rafe Cameron’s hometown. The weird coincidence of him being here tonight. This is not the same Rafe you met on Halloween night or the week before, sure he wasn’t the friendliest but he seemed to listen and you liked that. This was the Rafe Daniella warned you about. Your thoughts block out the shouting, so perhaps that’s why you don’t respond to it when it gets closer.

“Hey! Hey!”

Fingers wrap around your upper arm, spinning you on the spot and coming face to face with an out-of-breath Rafe.

“Where in the hell are you goin’?” Rafe grounds out through clenched teeth.

“What and stay for that pissing contest?” You ask sarcastically. Pulling your arm down to try and dislodge his grip. Instead, he jerks you closer. “Let go of me.”

“I – what happened to your face?” The switch from anger to worry is unsettling, lowered eyebrows rising up on his forehead. His hand comes up to brush his fingers at your cheek, a ghost of a touch. You push his hand away, glaring up at him.

“A bike.”

He sighs, hard. “Listen, you need to stay away from them. They’re pogues, they –”

“I don’t care! They’re people, Rafe. They’re nice. And you can’t tell me what to do.”

“So, so – what? You're just gonna sneak away like you did that morning?”

For once, a bubble of guilt pops in your stomach for leaving him like that, with no phone number or anything. You give up on moving your arm, it's starting to hurt. Slumping your shoulders, you divert your gaze to the ground.

“It was one night Rafe. We were both drunk and…”

“I wasn’t.”

“And high, so, like –” You stop, scrunching your eyes closed in bewilderment with a shake. “What?” Shooting your eyes back to him, the careless demeanor you find disturbs you.

“I wasn’t drunk. Or high.”

It takes you a slow moment to comprehend his words. You sputter out air, a panic-filled laugh pushing its way out.

“Are you fucking with me right now?”

“No…” He says deliberately, smile creeping up. “…But I’d sure like to fuck you again.”

You ignore that. Letting it go through one ear and out the other. Your mind is too busy running through your database of facts about that night.

You were drunk. Rafe got you high. Took advantage of you. But why then –

“Why are you telling me this?” You breathlessly ask.

“You think your new friends would like you if they knew what a real kook you are?” He hooks a thumb back to indicate to the others, sitting along the driftwood.

You can see JJ waving his hands around, punching at the air with animated faces. John B and Pope are playing along, laughter resonates with the wash of the waves. They’re good people, you knew it within hours of meeting them. You want them to like you, to accept you as one of them, but you’re only here for vacation.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m leaving after New Years and never coming back.”

Especially since you're here, you think it's in your best interest not to vocalize that.

Rafe nods understandingly, tongue in his cheek as he contemplates you. With his grip squeezing more, he pulls out his phone, the artificial light casting a blue tint on his pale skin. Rafe’s smile is mean when he turns the screen to you.

“Then you won’t mind if I show them this?”

The world standstills as you look back at yourself. Except you’re not yourself.

The bright flash from the camera illuminates a warm radiance across your naked skin that’s laid across black sheets. Hair swirled around you like a dark halo, face turned to the side, eyes closed with arms up over your head, and from the loose curl of your fingers, you know you’re asleep. Blackness borders the lines of your body like it's edging to engulf you whole but your skin beams its way through. The angle is above you and tilted back an inch; hickeys on display, nipples softened and legs parted open for a peek between your thighs. Most disturbingly, large amounts of white splotches stain across your chest down to your thighs, though you assume it doesn’t go further because the picture is cut off at your knees.

“Really do look like an angel with all that white on you.”

You don’t think to do it. The palm of your hand just happens to smack him. The sting doesn’t bother you, only fuels your hurtful indignation and you bare your teeth at him. A part of you happy as Rafe works his jaw back and forth, his skin reddening, eyes as dark as the night filled ocean.

“Delete that right now! Right now, Rafe!” You push at his chest, once, twice. “I cannot believe you took that picture you fucking perv –”

“I rather save it as my lock screen.” Rafe spits out. “Show your pogue friends. Think they’ll still like you if I do? Huh?”

Rafe shakes your body, your neck whiplashing from the power behind his hands. Your hair is a mess, strands stick to your face as you breathe out harshly. You let your head rest back as Rafe looms over you, eyes locked in a death stare.

You don’t know what he wants from this. Just the simple pleasure of being a dick? Of thinking he can blackmail you with one picture? It doesn’t make sense, but right now, all you care about is getting away from him.

“They know you better than I do.” You say carefully, heart pounding at your sternum. “I say one word to them and they’ll be on my side.” It’s your turn to smile mean. “In fact…JJ! Pope! John B!”

Crying out their names in anguish, you renew your struggles against Rafe. You're on the outskirts of the party, the open air carrying your voice like wind. Their turns head and in a flash, they’re up and running towards you. Too shocked from your cry for help, Rafe’s hand loosens and that’s all you need. Quickly you dart around him, tears in your eyes as you run to them, feet slipping through the sand, making you stumble a few times.

JJ and Sarah lead the pack, JJ taking the brunt of your force from running straight into him. Your body wouldn’t stop running until it knew you were clear from danger. Leaning into JJ’s side, his arms wrap around you softly as everyone’s voices jumble in alarm, John B and Kie yelling insults at Rafe to go away.

“He – he’s threatening to show you a picture of me…” Your voice is shaky and high, unable to look at them and crushing your face into JJ’s shirt. More tears fall now that you’re away from Rafe, shivering from the adrenaline pumping through you. You don’t elaborate, though you don’t think you have to as multiple voices soothe you, hands rubbing at your hair, your back.

Laying your cheek on JJ’s bicep, your face turned away from the protective circle they’ve created, you watch as Rafe boils in rage from afar, knowing he’s outnumbered. Arms bulging with clenched fists, mouth a thin line, body vibrating with anger. Your eyes meet. With tears running down your face, you smile. Stealthily, you raise your arm and flick him off.

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