#that second gif is three ladies out for a night at the bingo

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Paul McCartney in a deleted scene from Magical Mystery Tour (1967)

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Stay A While (5)

Summary: Terry and Patrice enjoy each other with the promise of bright future.

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black!OC

Word Count: 4.9k

Part: 5 of 5

Warnings: Smut (18+), NSFW

A/N: Thanks so much for joining me on this ride. I hope the journey turns out to be worth it.

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four.

“Uh, my name is Terry, I’m from North Carolina, and I wanna dedicate this one to my lady over there in the orange dress. You look good, girl.” 

“Oh no.”

“Sing your song, baby!”

A mix of encouragement and admiration at Terry’s public display of affection rang out in a poorly lit karaoke bar in the French Quarter. Liquor, good food, and good people were the perfect mix for a good time with the vestiges of Summer break rapidly slipping away. Terry stood on stage with a goofy grin and low eyes, pointing everyone toward his favorite audience member. 

Patrice had never been so embarrassed in her life. When she’d dared him to do something crazy on the last night of their spontaneous vacation, she thought he’d finally get that tattoo of her name on his ribs like he promised way back when. Singing in front of a crowd of rowdy strangers wasn’t on her bingo card.

Her hands covered her mouth to muffle her near-uncontrollable laughter. 

Terry couldn’t sing. At least not well enough to give a tipsy rendition of Patrice’s favorite Usher record. She still remembered forcing Terry to listen to Raymond v. Raymond over and over again in her cramped bedroom, many times not getting past Track 3 without gushing over how she hoped to marry the R&B heartthrob one day. Terry secretly carried a deep disdain for Usher up until his mid-20s, but couldn’t dodge the memories any time “There Goes My Baby” would play and take him right back to that cramped bedroom with his dream girl. 

He started just as Patrice expected. Though he knew the words like the back of his hand, his pitchy tenor was a far cry from the vocals needed to properly serenade an audience. He didn’t care though. As long as he could pull a belly laugh from Patrice he’d make a fool of himself in public every time. 

Between the second verse and bridge, Terry decided to take his antics up a notch. He abandoned the stage to make a beeline for Patrice with the mic in hand for a personal show. She was sure to play into the bit with playful hoops and fake screams between giggles. When he was close enough to touch, she pretended to fangirl like she was front row at one of Usher’s Vegas shows. 

“Baby, lovin’ you feels better than everything, anything. Put it on my heart, you gon’ get a ring,” he sang, spontaneously remixing the lyrics so far off-key that, if not for the levity of the ordeal, he’d surely offend every music lover in a 50-mile radius. “And I promise, our time away didn’t change my love.” 

Completely enamored with the absurdity of the moment, Patrice ran her fingertips across Terry’s abdomen underneath his shirt like a crazed fan and winked. Terry acknowledged the dangerous line she was toeing by flashing her a flirtatious grin to match the seductive sparkle in his eyes. 

Their connection overrode Terry’s awful singing performance enough for the crowd to show support through an assortment of cheers and supportive hollers only a city full of spirited Black people could provide. 

Always the perfect gentleman, Terry bid Patrice farewell for a moment with a peck on the cheek before returning to the stage to cap a truly unexpected performance and receive thunderous applause. 

“Oooo-weee. That’s your man, love? I’m talking official official?” The middle-aged tourist’s question and her thick accent interrupted Patrice’s daydreaming while she watched Terry’s every move with part of her bottom lip caught by her top row of teeth. 

“Yeah,” she answered, finally tearing her gaze away to acknowledge the woman while fiddling with the opal necklace he’d gifted her at dinner. It was the necklace symbolizing their first real date and the end of their friends only arrangement. “That’s him. Ain’t he somethin’?” 

“Somethin’ ain’t the word. I might need to head on up to North Carolina and get me one of them. My God today!” 

“He’s got a cute little single friend out in Percyville if you down with our Asian brothers. Former Marine too.” 

“You got a picture?” 

The two women fell into conversation about Ken’s availability while Patrice waited for Terry to rejoin her side. He soon returned with two shots of tequila in hand and a smile fighting to be freed from behind his poker face. 

“What was that about,” he asked, nodding at the woman who’d begun to show her friends photos of her potential beau as he placed a shot in front of Patrice.

“Might’ve gotten Ken somebody to take him out of the streets. You know he like ‘em thick and fine.” 

“I taught my boy a few things.” He used the hand closest to Patrice to breach the split in her dress and grip her inner thigh. He maintained contact, waiting for her to get shy and shoo him away. 

But she didn’t. She met his show of dominance with one of her own and crossed her legs to keep him in place, keeping him close to the pulse at her center. Two could play the secret foreplay game.

“What’s that about,” she asked, pointing at his gift of top-shelf reposado and ignoring the flutter in her stomach once he began rubbing slow circles on the top of her thigh with his thumb.

He smirked. “A little something to toast with.” 

“Oooh. What’re we celebrating?” 

“Being free, being together, and…” He lifted his shot glass, prompting Patrice to follow suit. 

“And what, TJ! C’mon!” 

“And…I got the job.” He followed his surprise by taking his shot, finishing with a quiet laugh while watching Patrice sit in unblinking shock. He squeezed her thigh again. “Don’t let me drink alone now. Bottoms up.” 

Shock gave way to a soft squeal and tiny, animated hand claps before Patrice took her gulp of tequila. Excitement had her rushing to swallow so that she could pull Terry into a series of quick kisses across his face. 

“I’m proud of you,” she complimented against his lips. “Tell me about it.” 

She stole another kiss to taste the remnants of buffalo sauce and alcohol on Terry’s tongue. He let her explore uninhibited until she’d had enough. If she wanted to put on a show, he’d be a willing participant. Even more so in the privacy of the Airbnb that belonged them to until sunrise.

The sexual tension had reached a tipping point and the clock was ticking. Images of her body beneath his were starting to be the only thoughts Terry could concoct.

Terry’s face was completely flushed, usually even caramel skin now red from lust and one too many drinks. A slow, tipsy grin put all his teeth on display before he ran his tongue across his bottom lip. 

“We can talk about that later. Can we get out of here right now, though.” 

“Yeah? Why?” 

Patrice assumed they were having a good time with at least one more stop on their self-guided nightlife tour. His eagerness to abandon plans was uncharacteristic. 

Terry continued to smile then leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “I really wanna make you cum tonight. You been waiting too long.”

A shiver hit Patrice’s spine as she tried to maintain some level of composure in a room full of people. Terry easily pushed her thighs open to free his hand, being sure to brush against her lower lips with the tips of his fingers. 

Terry didn’t need to speak when he stood to pull her chair back from the table. Patrice allowed him to tug her to her feet and out of the bar, waving goodbye to her new friend who gave her a congratulatory thumbs up. 

However, any morsel of confidence she had while they made out like teenagers in the backseat of a taxi had waned once they reached their dwelling for the night and the reality of their situation set in. 

Their first time together was her first time. She was young with too many influences in her ear telling her that the only way to make a man love her was through her body. No matter how many times Terry assured her that they could spend that truly imporable hour of alone time in her hotel room catching up, she insisted that they test the boundaries of their affection. 

Now, with history repeating itself, she couldn’t help but feel a deep pit of nervousness and uncertainty growing in her belly. 

Patrice stood in the bathroom mirror, tussling with her hair that had gone from pressed roots to a mess of frizz and curled ends. She suddenly hated the way her cotton slip dress fit and how the lace bra and panty set seemed to bunch in all the wrong places. The only thing she wanted to do was look like the woman of his dreams, but her confidence was waning with every second she spent judging her appearance while Terry waited patiently in the bedroom. Frustration was building and bringing the sting of fresh tears to her eyes.

On the other side of the door, Terry spent his time adjusting and readjusting the pillows on the bed. His bare back and shoulders glistened under the soft, warm light emanating from the floor lamp across the room, partially from the heat, but mostly from sheer nervousness. 

“What the fuck are you doing,” he whispered to himself, suddenly embarrassed. 

Terry forced himself to take a seat at the edge of the bed to calm his nerves. The last time he’d been on the brink of having her in this way, he was a young man with no clue how to love a woman. Now, all he wanted to do was prove that he’d earn every morsel of her trust back if she let him. 

He never told Patrice that their first time was his first time. He was scared out of his mind, wanting to give in to his fantasies but afraid to send the wrong impression. The memory of that summer afternoon never left him. But, it was time to start anew with a title and the promise of a different result on the horizon.

Taking a deep breath, Terry wiped his sweaty palms against the soft fabric of his briefs and sighed. 

“You okay in there,” he called out, concerned as the minutes ticked by with no communication. “I don’t wanna rush you. Just checking in. Tell me to leave you alone if I’m doing too much.” 

“I’m okay. One second. I’m fixin’ my hair.”

“Take your time. I’m sure you look…”

The soft sound of the door opening stopped Terry mid-sentence. Patrice stepped out, one foot in front of the other, until she was past the threshold and under his doting gaze. 

“...gorgeous,” he finished, the word coming out in one breath. “You are absolutely gorgeous, Treece.” 

Patrice had decided on a bun on top of her head with tendrils in the front and back that couldn’t quite reach the rest of her hair. She’d traded her light makeup for a bare face still glowing from her nighttime skin routine. Her slip dress clung and dipped in all the right places without the lace from her lingerie interrupting the smooth fabric. She looked at him through long lashes, her expression reading as the same timid girl from all those years ago.

Terry stood to his full height in reverence of her breathtaking form. The most skilled artists and creators from around the world couldn’t have dreamt of a more captivating marvel in his opinion. She was the pinnacle of beauty. 

Patrice watched him draw closer, her head slowly tilting up as he began to dwarf her with his stature. He reached out to trace her jaw before lightly gripping her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey, yourself.”

Goofy smiles and giggles followed their awkward introduction to ease the anxious energy in the room.

“Is Terrence James Richmond nervous behind little ol’ me,” she teased with a tickle to his sides. 

“I got a few butterflies, I’m not gon’ lie,” he laughed. “Just wanna make you happy, is all.” 

“I was gonna say the same to you.” 

“You have no idea how happy you make me.” 

His voice came in just above a whisper, nearly drowned out by the chirping of crickets outside. 

Their noses brushed against each other as Patrice stood on her tip-toes to rest her arms around his neck. Her fingers traced circles at his nape, making the hair all over his body stand at attention. 

A tentative peck connected their lips and gave way to more needy, hungry kisses that transformed them into eager teenagers making out for the thrill of physical contact. 

Euphoria wasn’t enough to explain Terry’s headspace. He was high off every kiss, lick, and bite Patrice allowed. He couldn’t get close enough. It wasn’t sufficient to pull her closer with a firm grasp on her ass. He needed to taste her, to be consumed by her, to consume her in every way possible. 

“Put me to work. Tell me what you need,” he whispered, breathless as blood began to rush south from the slight pain of Patrice’s fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. 

“You. Fold me, bend me, flip me, I don’t care. I just need you.” 

Patrice was far beyond playing coy. She’d drop to her knees and beg at his feet if he asked. Whatever she had to do to feel him from the inside was on the table. 

Terry didn’t make Patrice go to extremes for his affection. He preferred to acknowledge her request by carefully sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders and arms. 

He watched her skin become more and more exposed with intense focus, taking note of the way her nipples seemed to salute him once they met the bedroom air. He acknowledged both of them with a soft caress that earned a whimper from Patrice as she watched him handle her with care.

Never in her life had been methodically unwrapped like a present on Christmas morning. Her heartbeat had gone below her waist, throbbing in an almost painful cry for her lover’s attention. Terry kept her yearning at bay with a slow kiss while he pushed her garment past her hips and to the floor. 

Patrice disrobed him with an equal measure of care, offering quick kisses across the expanse of his chest while she slid her hand past his Calvin Klein waistband. Round, doe eyes looked back up at him to catch the precise moment when Terry’s eyelids blinked closed from the sensation of her fingertips brushing past his sensitive tip. 

Her soft palms worked his shaft - up and down, up and down - until his member was proud and bobbing from the weight of itself without something keeping it at bay. 

Fearing what might happen if he let her continue, Terry pulled her back to his body for sensual openmouthed kisses on her full lips. The soft smack of their lips and tongues created perfect harmonies in the still room, communicating more desire than either of them could effectively vocalize. 

The intensity began to rise at exponential rates, sending them in a clumsy frenzy to the bed for somewhere stable to fully experience one another. Terry’s back hit the cool cotton sheets first with Patrice collapsing on top with a surprised yelp that made them both laugh.

“Don’t fight it,” Terry instructed, pushing a stray piece of hair from her face while he stared up at her lovingly. “Let go. I got you.”

His reassurance made her heart do a backflip on the way to its new home between her legs. She needed him in the worst way.

Terry leaned up to kiss her lips once, twice, and once more to linger. His fingertips traced a blazing path from her waist to the bottom of her ass to partially push her forward in a silent plea to kiss her where he missed her most. 

“Let me taste you. Is that okay?” 

Something about the way he asked for permission with eyes those stormy eyes robbed Patrice of her ability to respond with words. He prompted her to move forward again with a soft tap on her backside, finally convincing her to lift her hips and scoot toward his face. 

Cautiously, she hovered above his mouth with thick thighs flanking either side of his head. 

He moved slow with sweet kisses and lazy licks to mix spit with her wetness in a one-sided love song to his favorite girl. He was effortlessly sexy, combining broad strokes of his tongue between her lips with expertly timed sucks at her clit to elicit filthy words that fueled his best oral performance yet.

He ignored every plea for mercy and her cries for a break to compose herself. There was only one objective. Two if he were lucky to push her into a water show for the ages. 

Animalistic instinct had them trading moans in time with each other, fully in throws of passion. Every grind against his nose and call of his name made Terry want to show her the full extent of his skill. 

His face glistened beneath her with his eyes still low but open enough to get the full visual of her undoing.

“Terry, that is - oh…shit.” 

Full sentences became senseless babble as she clamped her eyes shut to brace for that familiar feeling pooling in the pit of her belly. Patrice struggled to maintain focus on herself while Terry enjoyed his new favorite meal. 

The velvety smoothness of his tongue took broad passes from her entrance to her clit, stopping every so often to chase wetness that had escaped to her thighs. He wanted every drop and then some. 

His moans and groans as he feasted vibrated against her most sensitive spots, turning her mind into television static. Seeing her unravel with every soft suckle at her clit and agonizingly slow, broad lick across her swollen lips drove him to near-obsessive levels of lust. 

Her chest heaved in a fight to keep her heart rate level as his efforts to make her cum for the first time became more targeted. 

“Fuck, baby” she moaned, finally taking a look down to watch the master in his element. “Look at you. You gon’ make me cum, huh?”

Terry seemed to smile at her admiration. If he could get her to talk back, her eventual undoing when all was said and done would be that much more satisfying. 

Taking her challenge, he began to push her to her limit. She was putty in his mouth as he brought her closer and closer to the edge, soft sucking turning into a talented tongue making moans devolve into nonsensical utterings until she was squirming for release while his arms kept her locked in place for a wild ride.

Almost there. Almost there. Then a brief pause to start from the top. More lazy passes and passionate kisses to rev her up to the point of delirium and practically screaming to finish. 

Just when she thought she may have to threaten him on the third revolution of his torture, he delivered on his promise from the bar. 

Colors emitted smells. Sounds became vivid pictures across her eyes. She could taste the stars as she erupted in a way she’d never done before. The prickle of his facial hair on sensitive skin felt like shockwaves on her skin. 

“Oh fuuuuck! Yesyesyes!” 

Her hips jerked without her permission, taking Terry’s face on the ride of his life. He kept up through it all with no objections. If death came from her thighs cutting him off from the oxygen needed to breathe he’d wear death like a badge of honor in the afterlife.

Another string of expletives fell from her lips in tandem with Terry’s muffled groan as she gripped the sheets below her for dear life. This was Heaven. She was sure of it. 

Terry took one last deep inhale with his nose pressed against her pussy before kissing along the warm skin of Patrice’s inner thigh while she came down. She caressed what she could reach of his head in appreciation and beckoned him to release his suction on her pussy. 

She rushed to get back to his lips to taste herself on his mouth and he welcomed her with open arms. 

Kissing. Grinding. Skin-to-skin friction. None of it was enough for Terry. He desperately needed to be inside her to satisfy the near-painful stiffness he was experiencing. 

His attempt to flip Patrice on her back was futile once she pressed her weight into his legs to keep him in place. He roughly nipped at her shoulder before trying again with the same result. 

“C’mon,” he pleaded, almost begging for the go-ahead to fill her to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Still, she denied him pleasure. Patrice shifted to straddle his waist, slowly dragging her hands up and down his torso while his stomach clenched from the warmth of her core on his body. 

“Lay back,” she breathed out, partially lifting her hips to reposition herself on top of his length. He hissed at the sensation of her gingerly dragging her wet, warm entrance against his shaft. “I’mma handle this one. Relax, baby.” 

If there was a thought to be had, Terry couldn’t piece it together to save his life once Patrice completely enveloped him inside her slick walls. His jaw tightened then fell slack once she began to work her magic. A slow bounce and grind combination in his lap kept her breast rolling in a lewd show with Terry as the lucky winner of a front row ticket. 

Patrice kept her head thrown back like a cowgirl, feeling perspiration gather on her forehead while he gave him all she had. His hands giving her firm smacks on the hip and ass acted as a round of applause each time she buried him deep and pulled back up with expert precision. 

Her right hand slid from its spot on his chest to his throat for a barely there squeeze just as a quiet gasp made her aware of another incoming orgasm. 

The feel of her thumb gripping his esophagus made Terry expel a sound that he wasn’t aware he could make, somewhere between a whimper and a growl awakening each of his senses. 

The sight brought him the beautiful visual of her eyes shut tightly in concentration while she glowed like a heavenly body from the lamp’s light. Her hair had slipped out of its bun, leaving a lion’s mane of coils to toss wildly in the wind. 

Smell brought with it the earthy scent of sweat and the lingering musk of her pussy. A smell that could awaken a deep longing in him in even the direst circumstances. If he could bottle it and wear it as fragrance, he’d do so proudly just to have her with him at all times.

Hearing pulled in the sound of their skin slapping together in time with the intermingling moans in the room. He’d never been so loud before, so unabashedly in the moment with another woman. He cursed, called her name, and praised her with equal ferocity. 

Touch was satisfied by the handful of ass he used to ease the stress on her thighs while she bucked wilder than ever before. 

Something akin to a growl erupted from his throat as he strained to hold back release. “You doing so good for me, baby. You know I love you right?” 

“Yes!” she cried out, hips starting to sputter out of control with Terry gently stretching her on every stroke. 

He wrapped his arms around her waist tighter as he fucked into her in search of their shared release. She sagged forward for the ride, her brain turning into mush while her mouth hung open with no sounds.

“Good.” His voice came through clenched teeth. “Because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.” 

She put up no resistance as he paused his pounding to flip her onto her back with a dancer's grace. Having her laid out beneath him, body open, leaking, and waiting for him was as exciting as the first time. He was reinvigorated. Any onset of sore muscles and tired hips was gone the moment she keened for his attention. 

Terry’s eyes were blown wide with excitement while he decided where to put his mouth first. He quickly settled on one of her legs, slowly lifting it by the ankle to lick and kiss the birthmark by her Achilles. His tongue traced an invisible map past her heel, to her pedicured toes, and back to her calf before closing his lips to cap his display of affection. He propped the leg on his shoulder and then pressed forward to bring his chest down over hers. 

Patrice’s small mewls from the burning in her hamstrings became caught in Terry’s mouth as searched her mouth with sloppy enthusiasm. Her whining grew louder still once his tip pressed past her entrance.

“You can take it,” he affirmed, pushing deeper. “I know you can. I’m so proud of you.”

Affirmations and appreciative pecks across her face overrode aching muscles. She wanted, needed, to please him. 

They released content sighs in tandem once they were pelvis to pelvis. A snug fit made every long stroke intoxicating as Terry set an even pace. 

The repeated squeak of the bed added to their symphony of sounds growing more rabid by the second. They were off to the races on the way to an explosive finish line. 

Terry was relentless as he kept her in place for a proper and precise fuck that reached all the way to her heart. She’d begun thinking up baby names and nursery themes when he split his attention between earth-shattering penetration and the addition of his thoughtful stimulation of her clit to cover all bases. She was just along for the ride and hoping that she could keep her volume at a reasonable level when the inevitable took over. 

Patrice was the first to cum just as Terry intended. Her back arched off the bed in near levitation while she called his full name and the Lord’s to the ceiling.

“That’s what I like, beautiful. Give me everything.” 

He smiled down at his work, obsessed with the sight and sounds of her much-deserved orgasm. She couldn’t hold back if she wanted to. Wetness coated both of them as her hips circled to feel him fill her to the brim while a rush of endorphins flowed through her nervous system.

At the crest of her wave is where he came undone. 

The involuntary clinching sent Terry into a tailspin of frenetic strokes and broken sentences with his face tucked firmly into Patrice’s neck. She comforted him through it all, speaking directly into the shell of his ear and punctuating every few words with a soft kiss. 

“I wanna do this for the rest of our lives. Don’t you want that, baby?” Terry forwent a verbal answer in favor of a short grunt as his pace became erratic. “Fill me up. Let’s try for that son you used to tell me about.” 

“Fuck, Treece.” 

“Maybe we’ll name him after you. He’ll have my eyes and your smile, hm. Think you can do that for me tonight. I know you wanna cum. Do it for me, baby. Go ahead.” 

The magic words. He came with a gruff groan and a slew of profane words that would otherwise be offensive to any outside of the bubble they’d created in those walls. His toes cramped, eyelids clamped shut, and ears rang while every breath came out shaky and labored. Patrice joined him throughout the ride until he returned to the Earth’s atmosphere. 

Neither of them moved, preferring to hear the other’s steady in and out while their chests rose and fell together. 

“One year,” Terry started, keeping his attention focused on bringing Patrice’s ring finger to his lips as he lay on her chest. 

She paused the imaginary circles she was drawing on his shoulders and looked down at him. “One year what?” 

“Gimme a year and you’ll be coming down the aisle or standing in front of the judge, whichever one you want. Where you wanna honeymoon?” 

“Mmm, how about Puerto Rico?” 

“Done. Summer wedding?”

“Early fall.” 

“10-4.” 

“Yeah,” Patrice questioned, giggling. “And what else? What’s next?” 

 “Making our parents grandparents, hopefully. I’m trynna be an honest man. Take me out the streets, please!” 

Patrice’s cackle at Terry’s antic invited him to join at full volume. “An honest man, huh? I can do that for you. I’ll make an honest man out of Terrence Richmond, no problem. It’s the least I could do.” 

“Mhmm.” Regaining some strength in his body, Terry kissed his way from her chest to her mouth, only stopping when he had her arching into him for more contact. He spoke with his nose pressed to hers. “Patrice Nicole Richmond. Sounds good, right?” 

“Sounds perfect.” 

Terry hummed his approval, preferring to get back to the worship he had planned from the moment they set off to New Orleans.

Every second in their lives, together and apart, had brought them to a new beginning that neither of them could’ve imagined. If tonight was day one of forever, they vowed before each other and God to make it glorious one day at a time. 

Terry had lost a lot. Money, family, himself. But under the white glow of a full moon and the touch of the one he cherished most, he’d gained so much more. Something he’d been searching for without the word to call it by its name until he got back to her front step one afternoon.

Love.

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Snow fight: Matt Murdock x reader

Christmas bingo day 7 : snow fight

***

Spending the Christmas at Nelson’s family was as magical as it was unexpected.

To put it bluntly, Y/N wanted nothing more, than to have a quiet, peaceful holiday season after a very shitty year, preferably spending three days in Matt’s arms with no care in the world or other people. Just them in their little bubble in his apartment in hell’s kitchen wrapped up in the blanket, drinking hot chocolate and enjoying each other’s company, without the necessity to patch his wounds and stop his bleeding after a night of Daredeviling.

Instead, she was thrown into quite a different situation, being invited to spend the Christmas eve and two following days at Nelson’s family household. Couldn’t be further from the little scenario she created in her head, from her little paradise.

“But Matty –“ she pouted when he broke the news to her one night after she got back from work.

“Don’t give me that look sweetie.” He chuckled turning to face her.

“You can’t see my face Matt” she rolled her eyes in fair annoyance. She didn’t like being surprised this way.  

“I can see in my heart?” he teased grabbing her hand and caressing her palm in a soothing manner

“Don’t try to play me you flirt!” she scoffed but didn’t retrieve her hand.

“Come on, Y/N…” he whispered, pulling her closer “it’s gonna be fun. Foggy is my best friend and I would love you two to get to know each other better…”

“Can’t  it wait until after Christmas?” she refused to admit it even to herself, but despite the whining and fighting him, Matt’s words were slowly getting into her. How could she refuse him. He was alone most of his life and if it wasn’t for Franklin he wouldn’t know good things in life. How could she say no, when he was pleading with her like that.

“Pretty please?” he nuzzled nose into her hair. “I want you to go with me.”

“don’t use those lawyer tricks on me!”

“No tricks, just my natural charm” he smirked “appreciate your consent though”

“I didn’t say-!”

“Maybe not with words. “

***

The feast and whole celebration was spectacular to say the least. And the fact that she was reluctant to take part in spending time with those people, who didn’t even know her and yet accepted her without as much as a blink of an eye would forever be a burden on her conscience.

“Matthew Murdock!” Franklin’s mother greeted him on the doorstep with the widest smile ever “My god! Haven’t seen you in ages, young man!” it only took a second before she pulled him into a bear hug.

“Not so young anymore, Rosalind” Matt chuckled, but the woman’s attention was already on Y/N who was nervously twisting her fingers, standing behind Matt’s back, unsure of what to do.

“And who may you be, cutie? Did the Murdock boy finally decide to settle down?” Rosalind winked at shocked Y/N.

“Um- I- we-“

“Don’t act surprised, love. I’m pretty sure you are in for a treat from this boy. Soon.” She shot a glance at Matt, not that he could see it. “Welcome to the Nelson’s family.” Before Y/N realised what was happening she was being hugged and squeezed in the woman’s arms “it’s a pleasure to have you. Come on inside, both of you.”

***

Soon it turned out, that the rest of the Nelson’s familia was as cordial and open as the lady of the house. As a result, the dinner turned into the string of jokes and laugh and friendly atmosphere (laced with some friendly banter about Franklin choosing law career instead of pursuing family business as a butcher).

It was so easy to catch up on why Matt loved those people so much. Why he truly felt like they were his family. Y/N could only hope that one day, she and Matt would have a big, happy family of their own.

And the Nelsons obviously loved him back, which was visible in every gesture, in every word spoken. He was practically beaming, even though the only sign of his internal happiness was the slightest smile. Purposefully or not, he was seated in front of Y/N, so she had a perfect view on his handsome face, lighted up by the candles making him look more like an angel rather than the devil. Once her eyes fixed on him there was nothing and no one that could possibly stop her from daydreaming and admiring. Seeing him like this, carefree, light, enjoying the moment without the planning, worrying and carrying the weight of the world on her shoulder.   

Best Christmas gift in the world…

To the point where she couldn’t help a little dreamy sigh, that immediately caused her eyes to grow wide and to turn around slightly embarrassed, checking whether anyone heard it.

Luckily, everyone seemed to be too consumed by talking and eating and having fun.

Everyone except Franklin.

Franklin Percy Nelson, who only smiled friendly at Y/N and nodded in silent understanding.

Clearly Y/N was accepted by the entire Matt’s stepfamily and only then she realised that subconsciously she has been a bit worried about it.  And those little smiles and sympathetic looks were enough to make her feel at home.

***

“so now, tell me, was it worth all the stubbornness?” Matt teased as they were walking back to his apartment with hearts and bellies full. “Cause from what I can tell you quite enjoyed the –“

“Not another word Murdock.” She warned stopping in the middle of the street, her cheeks reddening a little.

“I’m not blaming you. Rosalind’s eggnog hits even the strongest heads. “also, I didn’t know you had such a good voice. Especially when you’re-“

“Don’t you dare finishing it!”

“- drunk.” He smirked.

“Oh, you little-!” she immediately bend and started making snow balls throwing them at him.

“You want a snow fight with me, sunshine?” he laughed gracefully avoiding all of the snow missiles. “You know you stand no chance.”

“That’s cause you’re cheating!” she squealed and started running when he launched a counterattack.

“cheating?” he rushed after her though the empty streets of New York “I’m blind, remember?! Don’t run away from me!”

“I-“ she made a mistake of choosing the bad turn and found herself in a dead end.

“Got you!” he grabbed her from behind, spinning her in his arms so she could face him.

“Oh no!” she mocked “I surrender! What will you do now?”

“You’re my lobster, Y/N.”

“Oh now you’re watching friends?”

“Of course, how else would I express my deepest feelings if not referring to the classis love story of Ross and Rachel.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Of course.” He pulled her even closer, taking a moment to create some tension. “I love you.” He whispered kissing her forehead. “don’t ever run away from me.”

“I promise.”

[jamneuromain]

Can you do the slumber party bingo with Coke turner. The wrong number one?

(I love your writing btw)

Yes Ofc! Thank you for your compliment, it means a lot to me <333（and coke turner really has me laughing out loud which inspires me this:

At A Cost

Cole Turner x You (Reader)

Warning: Fluff, Wrong Number, Miscommunication

Summary: Cole is nervous. He is trying to make a reservation at a restaurant, but a wrong dial and a local cell tower maintenance bring him something totally unexpected.

A/N: My fifth entry to the bingo challenge hosted by @the-slumberparty.

"Hello? Hi. I need to make a reservation for two. Is Wednesday night okay?"

There was a stupid drunk dude who crushed his truck directly into a cell tower this early morning. The tower was not that kind of iron monster on the top of the mountain, rather, this cell tower is a simple pole.

Was a pole, with wires tangled at its base, about seven feet or so.

And now it is down. On the ground. Leaving almost every wired phone in the district unavailable.

Well, unavailable is a strong word. The reality is, since the tower-pole is down, every call towards a landline is directed manually, hence creating a long waiting line and static-buzzing calls.

Cole has been pacing in his room, his balcony, and even the edge of the farm five times, just to wait for someone could patch his call to the new restaurant. He has been on two dates so far and the girl he is dating asked him whether they could go try this restaurant next time.

And of course, he says yes.

"Hello? Hi? Can you hear me?" He has to take away the phone from his ears to make sure that the line is open, and after he is certain that the other end is still on the phone, he re-attaches the phone to his ear, "Hello? Anyone there?"

Static buzz annoyingly irritates his ear, but luckily, he captures someone speaking on the other end of the phone.

"We are fully ... Please hold on, I just saw an... available slot. Does ... work?"

A soft voice rings on the other end of the phone, bringing his thoughts back together. "I'm sorry. When is the slot?"

"Thursday ... pm. Is this okay?"

"I'm sorry, Thursday when?"

"... 7 pm."

"That sounds perfect." Cole lets out a long breath. For a second, he was starting to imagine the disappointment and the frustration of his date, Emily. Who is a very nice girl from L.A., but he accidentally overheard her being mean to someone over the phone after their first date.

He would rather not jump to conclusions without knowing more about Emily. For now, he doesn't want to get on her bad side.

"Can I take ... name please?"

"Yeah, sure. It's Cole. Cole Turner."

"Okay, Mr. Coke."

"Nonono, it's Cole. C-O-L-"

"My apologies, Mr. Cola."

"It's not Cola. It's COLE, COLE TURNER-"

"We'll have your ...-vation on Thursday the 24th, by 7 pm sharp, Mr. Coca Cola. Is this your re-... number?"

This has become extremely frustrating. Even without his date present. He hates dating.

"Just book a table under the name Mr. Turner. And yes, this is my number."

"I'm sorry, Sir. Are you saying you want a table booked under the name ...a ?"

"Sorry?"

"... I'm going to need you ... " static, buzz, "Sir, are you there? I'm ..." buzz "Am I ..."

Before the line goes dead.

Yup, this is going to be perfect.

To add insult to injury, it is not until three hours later that a confirmation text sent to his phone that he realizes, he messed up with the restaurant.

Hi Monica Cola, thank you for booking at restaurant Savory Soiree. Your booking is on 08/24 at 7pm. Enjoy your meal.

Monica Cola??? How the hell did the lady get that name?

And he wasn't intended to book at this Savoir... Something! He meant to call the restaurant named Plate & Grill!

Cole has no other choice but to drive to Plate & Grill, since his phone is completely useless right now, thanks to the idiot drunk guy who crashed his car onto the cell tower-

When he gets there, he is even more speechless when he finds out that the restaurant, which is scheduled to open from 10am to 10 pm today, which is Monday, has a big poster sign outside stating that they are having some problems with the local power grid, and won't be open for another two weeks.

Perfect. Just perfect.

Luckily, Savoir...Savory Soiree is just across the street, but with tinted windows and marble black steps, it seems like a slightly fancier restaurant than the Plate & Grill.

After a few apologies in a phone call, Emily agrees to the change of location.

Which is the start of his more-than-miserable third date.

Before Cole was able to reach the restaurant, he stepped on his toes, tripped himself over once, and banged his arm on the cabinet edge.

He should've taken it as a sign and cancel the date. He really should.

But no. He chooses to wear his nice suit and tie, be there on time despite all odds.

"Welcome to Savory Soiree, do you have a reservation?" A woman at the front desk smiles at him. Even though wearing the white shirt and black bowtie uniform, something about you seems different than the rest of the waiters and waitresses. Cole brushes it off as you look more leisurely working at the reception desk, not needing to take care of multiple guests at once.

Cole hastily takes out his phone, showing you the text message he got, rather than saying his "assigned" name in the text.

"Mr... Ms. Monica Cola?"

You try your best not to laugh, as this was the reservation call you took, and the jumpy phone line only allowed you to capture a few syllables rather than his full name.

"It's Cole-" He explains in a rush to Emily, who is looking at him with a mixture of confusion and doubt, "It's Cole- Bad connection, a drunk guy brought down the cell tower and- Can we get our table please?" Almost desperate, he turns to you for help.

You raise your head from the computer, nodding, "Of course, if you will just follow me."

The interior design of Savory Soiree is similar to its outside. With dim yellow glow and a glass jar of candlelight on the table. Dark tiles and dark leather sofas instead of regular chairs. Simple black-leather covered menu with two sheets of paper, containing the French-Italian fusion dishes with a few words of explanation. White plates with golden rims. Even the knives and forks are warm to the touch.

In a cute floral dress, Emily fidgets on her seat.

"Hey. You look amazing." Cole reaches out to take her hand, calming her nerves, "I heard that the lobster here is pretty good."

Emily looks over her shoulder, but doesn't take away her hand.

"I'm sure it does." She manages a smile, withdrawing her arm from his touch as soon as you approach their table.

"Hi, are you ready to order?" You step near with an iPad, "Would you like to start with some drinks? We've got excellent wine, both red and white. If you would prefer some non-alcoholic drinks, we have soft drinks and water."

"Yeah." "No." Cole and Emily say the same time.

They look at each other. Emily looks down at the menu again.

Cole quickly amends his words, "I think we are going to need a couple more minutes. Thank you."

"No problem." You gesture at the side of the table, where there is a small silver button visible, "If you are ready to order, just press this. I'll be with you shortly."

Then you walk away, leaving Cole and Emily at the table.

For the rest of the shift, you were called to the kitchen to help out with inventory. The tables originally assigned to you were allocated to other waiters and waitresses.

It is after an hour and a half that you finally finish all your work and clock out. "Clock out" is more of an overstatement. It is only eight forty in the night and plenty of guests sitting by the table. But none of that is your concern.

After all, you were only here to help out with this "short-staff" situation during rush hours.

You are waiting for your ride home when you notice the man standing right next to you.

"You're ... Cole, right?" Fairly certain of his name this time, you open up to talk, "I was originally gonna serve your table but I got called to the back. Did you enjoy your food?"

Cole takes a little while to realize who you are.

"Oh sure. The food is great. Excellent. The Osso Buco? Perfect. I haven't had such soft and juicy veal for a long time. Pricey, but worth the cost."

He can't help but sigh at the end.

"Ok-ay. Is it anything else you're not satisfied with, if I may ask?"

Mr. Coca Cola does spike your interest. He doesn't strike you as the type of rich folks who would normally come to your restaurant to eat. His suit and his wristwatch say so. Not to mention his plus-one, looking far from blending in.

Cole chuckles at your persistence, "It's not your place that's the problem. Date gone wrong, that's all."

It has gone wrong. Terribly wrong.

Emily didn't like this fancy place and everyone speaking in a low voice. She moved around on the chair as if she had nails under her ass. And when her dish arrived, she claimed avocado is harmful to the earth environment - even though she ordered the dish herself.

She was worrying over the price of this meal. And at the end of this date, after continuously worrying and fidgeting, she gasped in shock at the bill and told the waiter they must be overcharging.

And ran out of this place as fast as she could.

He eyes you somewhat curiously, "I thought you guys would be working till close, like, 10 pm, if not later."

"Nah, I'm just here to help out." But you feel bad about his date and the terrible choice his date made for her dress.

Sundress and fancy restaurant don't really go well.

So you shrug and give him a sheet of paper with your name and number, "Call me, if you want to eat here again. I can get you a slot."

"Y/N Y/L/N..." He mutters your name. Cole doesn't really believe that a waitress, no offense, can get him a decent booking for Savory ... Savoir, or something. But as your ride stops in front of you, he doesn't really believe that a young waitress could get a chauffer to open the door for her and get on a fancy BMW either.

But he really wants to eat here again. The tasty veal and the marvelous red wine made sure of that.

"You don't look like you work for this restaurant." Cole places the piece of paper carefully in his pocket, tugging at his tie because his throat feels dry all of a sudden. Gesturing at your ride and your coat, he grins, "You're not gonna be Hannibal, are you?"

You choke out a laugh, "No promises."

"As long as veal is on the table," He purses his lips, posing a care-free expression, "I'd do anything for a slot."

"Right." You don't buy that. Not a single bit. "Nice meeting you, Mr. Coca Cola."

"It's Cole-" He snorts at this inside joke.

When you wave and roll up the car window, telling your chauffer to drive.

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Potion Accident

Request: Yes / No 

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Harry Potter x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 1042

Warnings: Nothing I think

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

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“Today, you and your partner will make an Elixir of Euphoria. You can find the information for this potion on page 286.” Snape’s monotone voice rang through the classroom. Students started moving about the classroom, either opening their textbooks or to get some supplies. I opened my textbook to the correct page and looked over at Harry. 

“Do you want to get the supplies or shall I?” I asked. 

“I’ll get it, what do we need?” He asked. 

“Shrivelfig, porcupine quills, peppermint sprigs, sopophorous beans, and wormwood.” I answered, reading the ingredients. 

“Right, I’ll grab them.” He said. 

“I’ll get the other things we’ll need.” I said and walked off to the closet, grabbing the things we’d use to make the potion. When I returned to the desk Harry was already there with the ingredients, reading the potion recipe. 

“Ready?” I asked, placing the things on the desk. 

“I think so.” He smiled. Harry and I had been very good friends, despite my best friend being Draco Malfoy. I never agreed with his ideology, but our families have been friends forever. Everyone thought I would be placed into Slytherin, however I was placed in Gryffindor. Draco was disappointed, but I assured him this wouldn’t ruin our friendship. He was of course upset when he found out I had become friends with Harry, but I never paid any mind to it. Harry was a good friend, but Draco would always be my best friend. 

“Alright, add shrivelfig and porcupine quills.” I instructed and Harry followed. 

“What’s next?” He asked. 

“Stir four times anti-clockwise.” I said and looked up to make sure he was doing it correctly. 

“Perfect, now we add the peppermint sprig to counteract the side-effects.” I said as I put it in the cauldron. 

“Oh, I don’t think we grabbed enough beans, I’ll go get some more.” I said and walked off to grab them. As I turned to walk back I noticed Harry was talking to Hermione. He wasn’t paying attention to our potion and Draco was placing something in our cauldron. I narrowed my eyes at him and walked up to our desk. 

“I’ve got the beans.” I said and placed them inside. 

“Now put the wormwood in and stir it six times anti-clockwise.” I instructed and looked over at Draco who was smirking. I glared at him and he looked at me confused. 

“That doesn’t look right…” Harry said looking inside. I glanced inside and saw the colour was completely wrong. It was supposed to be yellow and rainbows were supposed to be coming off, but instead it was orange and there wasn’t a rainbow in sight. 

“What did you do Draco?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He said with a slight smirk. 

“Mr. Potter, Miss. Y/L/N. Are you finished?” Professor Snape asked before I could go off on Draco. 

“Actually-” 

“Yes sir.” I answered, which shocked both Harry and Draco. 

“Very well, which of you will try it?” He asked. 

“I will.” I said, taking a small cup of it. 

“Wait no!” Draco said and the three of us glanced at him with confusion. 

“What’s wrong Draco?” I asked with a smile. 

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy, what seems to be the problem?” Snape asked. 

“N-Nothing sir.” He answered and their eyes once again fell on me. I took the potion and could tell immediately that it wasn’t correct. 

“How do you feel?” Draco asked worried. 

“I feel fine.” I answered honestly. 

“I saw Draco place something in our cauldron!” I blurted. My eyes widened, as did Draco’s. 

“Y/N?” Harry asked confused. 

“I’ve fancied Harry since second year!” I blurted again and slapped my hands over my mouth. Students' laughs filled the classroom as my cheeks burned red.  

“Mr. Malfoy, you have lost your house ten points, and you will be down here for detention.” Snape said. 

“Miss. Y/L/N, please keep your hands over your mouth until I return with the antidote.” He said and I simply nodded, afraid of what other stupid things I’d say. 

Once class was over and Snape had given me the antidote I rushed out of the room. I didn’t want to hear anyone’s jokes or whatever they would do. I quickly got to Gryffindor tower and rushed up to my room. I was horrified at what happened during class. I can’t believe I said that and in front of Harry! 

“Y/N?” Someone asked from my doorway, I knew it was Harry. 

“Please, just forget about it…” I said quietly. 

“Is it true?” He asked, walking into my room. 

“Please Harry…” I begged. My face was burning red from embarrassment. I didn’t want to talk about it, or even think about it ever again. 

“Because if it is, I fancy you too.” He said and I glanced up at him with wide eyes. 

“You’re just saying that.” I said, brushing it off as him being nice. 

“No, I’m being honest Y/N.” He said and I bit my lip. 

“Can I kiss you?” He asked and I nodded, not trusting my voice. He leaned forward and it felt like forever until his lips landed on mine. It was perfect. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, but I could really feel the love passing through. When we pulled apart we stared at each other with smiles on our faces. 

“I suppose this backfired on Draco.” I giggled and Harry joined me. 

“Makes my day even better.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“He’s still my friend!” I said and Harry nodded. 

“I know, but you have to admit he’s a git.” He said and I gently shoved him. 

“Harry!” I scolded. 

“Sorry.” He said with a laugh, I knew it didn’t mean it though. 

“So… Where does that leave us?” I asked and he smiled. 

“How about next trip to Hogsmead we go on a little date?” He asked and I smiled. 

“I’d love that.” I smiled and kissed his cheek. 

“Now, if you excuse me, I must go scold Draco for ruining our potion.” I said, feeling better about the events that happened a bit earlier. Harry chuckled as I left to find the Slytherin Prince.

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[medea10]

Medea’s Worst Year of All-Time Anime/Game Superlative

Nobody saw this year coming…except for maybe Barbara Walters! Who could have predicted that this year would bless us with Australia burning, the entire west coast of the U.S. set on fire, stupid people setting fires because they wanted to reveal a baby’s gender, murder hornets, Ruth Bader Ginsburg dying, an almost war with Iran, serial killer mascots arrested, policemen killing unarmed black folks for having a counterfit $20, policemen killing unarmed black folks for breaking up a fight, policemen killing black folks for holding sandwiches, policemen killing unarmed black folks for fucking sleeping, a wide variety of “Karens” coming out of the woodworks, the end of Bojack, the end of Steven Universe, the end of Empire, and a pandemic so huge it’s killed the economy, canceled fun, and given the U.S. president the dumb-fuck idea of injecting bleach to kill the virus!?

SERIOUSLY, WHO COULD HAVE PREDICTED ALL OF THIS WAS GOING TO FALL IN OUR LAPS LIKE HOT COFFEE ON THE CROTCH?!

At least there was anime this year.

…

At least there was SOME anime this year.

…

Biden won the election and Vickeblanca came out with Black Catcher this year.

Hey internet, it’s Medea here to give you her trashy opinion on this years anime and games that she’s watched or played. Because for some reason, my loser-ass loves to do out-dated as fuck memes! I shouldn’t complain, this shit brings a lot of attention to my page every year when I do this. Yes, 2020 was a complete dumpster fire so large that Domestic Girlfriend is crying foul. Many of us had to go on lockdown and ended up binge-watching the entire 957+ episodes of One Piece. I did no such thing. I am one of those “essential workers” so I didn’t hunker down for 9 months straight. But when I was home, I was watching anime. Actually, I would have done that even without the pandemic. I’m an introvert and find the human race to be deplorable.

You all know how this goes. I go over the best this year had to offer me. I had to search really hard to find the good in this year, especially in the anime world. Many things had to be put on hiatus or were delayed to a later date. Just a reminder, I don’t discriminate in what year the anime or game came out. If something came out in the happier times of 2007, that anime or game counts! Let’s get at it!

First Fandom of 2020: Interspecies Reviewers

Did anyone expect a fan-favorite of 2020 was going to be a hentai? Did anyone have on their batshit 2020 bingo card that a hentai was going to grab everybody’s attention? At the beginning of the year, my mind was set on the Railgun sequel and Eizoken. It wasn’t until licensors, streaming sites, and TV stations in Japan dropped this series that I started to pay attention. And got immediately hooked! It’s about three men going to different brothels and reviewing their time with the ladies. And these ladies are of different species! So with every bang comes possible enlightenment, new kinks, or a night of having your dick sucked off more than humanly possible. This anime blew away all of my skepticism and first impressions right out the window. Maybe it’s because I’m a degenerate and am often curious about sexual content, but this was a guilty pleasure of mine this year.

Favorite Main Character of 2020: Moroha from Yashahime

I know the majority of this story is going to revolve around Towa and Setsuna, but can we please focus a little more energy on the spunky, quarter-demon girl?! I know they’re pitting Moroha as the comic relief, but I’m hopeful that she’s going to surprise us one day. We fans of InuYasha would spend the past decade and some change wondering what InuYasha and Kagome’s daughter would be like. This year, we got our answer with Moroha. She’s got this wild side to her, probably due to the fact that she’s spent her entire life on her own. And while she’s silly at times, she can get down to business in a pinch. She has her father’s sense of smell. She has a sword. She’s able to shoot sacred arrows much like her mother. And to top it all off, she has this special rouge that if she puts it on, she’s able to unleash that ¼ demon power inside her and become Beniyasha! Yeah, I know the power only lasts a minute, she’s only 14, give her a break! I will gladly go through another week scratching my head at the confusion this story gives me if I get to see one more second of Moroha and her crazy antics or her bad-ass slaying.

Favorite Villain of 2020: The Devil Believers from Black Clover

This was one hell of a year for Black Clover. It would have been an easy choice to pick the devil and possible super devil that appeared during the elf fight. But I’d like to give a nod to the filler arc villains. And you can’t blame this group for wanting the power of the devil. They’re literally the bottom-rung of the Clover Kingdom and ones with little to no power or mana. So I can agree with why they would want the power of the devil. For one thing, they’d have more power. And for another thing, they’d be able to exact revenge on those who have wronged them. On some occasions I agree with exacting revenge and when it comes to the nobles and some characters in Black Clover, some folks do deserve death. I mean, have you met the king of the Clover Kingdom? Plus, this town and many other poorer towns get looked over by the kingdom. Peasant uprise! Anyways, I thought these people were really crafty in their crimes. I mean, they were able to knock Asta out on his ass with specially made poisons. I was actually hooked to this story of Black Clover (despite it being a filler arc). I know we’ll never see them again as they have been exiled, but it did have me semi-rooting for them.

Favorite Video Game Character of 2020: Honey from Pokemon – Sword & Shield (Expansion Pass)

Sorry Raymond from Animal Crossing!

Honey is the saucy wife of Mustard…I did not expect that to come out the way it did, but here we are! She has one hell of a team you can fight once a day. She looks out for her husband, the dojo, and the students of the dojo like they were her own children by providing food, drinks, and others. However that does come at a price as you do have to give up a sizable chunk of your watts that you collect in raid dens. I’m sure a bunch of MILF chasers were more than happy enough to give her all their hard-earned watts just so they can have their one-on-one moment on the beach with Honey.

What won me over was when that one guy from a rival dojo bad-mouthed her husband’s dojo and she…I think she kicked this guy’s ass herself. I don’t think she used any of her pokemon. Game Freak won’t show it, but we all know she kicked this guy’s ass to a point where he’s begging for mercy.

Honey, for the win!

Favorite Game of 2020: Animal Crossing New Horizons

This game was just Zen for me. I know the release of this game came with some controversy like Gamestop saying it’s an essential business and will remain open for people to get their copies of the game. Hell, I was one of those assholes in line waiting to get a copy on March 20th. Did I predict that a pandemic was going to rage out of control when I got a prepay copy of this for Christmas 2019? NO! I only predict political things, not deadly pandemics! The good news, we social distanced, didn’t catch the covid and got the game.

Anyways, this game has been a non-stop calming and fun ride. I can even forgive their botch-up of Bunny Day. They even have events for holidays I never thought they would ever touch. I mean, does anybody know when Museum Day is? Probably not until Animal Crossing had an event for it! I’ve been able to let my freak-flag fly with designing my island. And this goes way beyond New Leaf for the 3DS. I can make a sign post with the words “Fuck Trump” on it and post it in my yard. I can dig up trees and plant them elsewhere. I can poop in a toilet. I can craft furniture and put my own design on it. My furniture can have Tracey Sketchit’s beautiful mug on it. I can sit on Tracey Sketchit’s face. I am a sick fuck and I don’t care. I can give Raymond and Bob maid outfits. Magical time in my game! My hopes for next year…I don’t know, get the Festivale furniture, get Papi and Olivia to join my island, maybe visit Danny Trejo’s island, who knows, sky’s da limit!

Favorite Het Couple of 2020: Nasa and Tsukasa Yuzaki from Tonikawa

This is one of the most unorthodox marriages I’ve ever seen. But in this 90 Day Fiance world we’re living in, I shouldn’t pass judgement on these two getting married in episode one and not knowing much about each other. Nasa meets Tsukasa as he was about to be plowed by a truck. Tsukasa saves his life. Nasa says she’s beautiful. Tsukasa says she’ll be his girlfriend if they get married. He agrees. She disappears. Four years later, Tsukasa appears in front of Nasa’s front door with a marriage registration form. Congratulations buddy, you’ve got yourself a waifu! In some way, this felt like watching Yamato and Takeo from My Love Story. I was fascinated with them progressing through their relationship. The only difference is that Yamato and Takeo took the old-fashioned route. This couple did everything ass-backwards in terms of having a relationship. But I couldn’t take my eyes off Nasa and Tsukasa’s relationship during each episode. I find them cute.

Favorite Yuri Couple of 2020: Karin Asaka x Emma Verde from Love Live Nijigasaki High School Idol Club

AAAAAAAAAH! I’M IN IDOL HELL AGAIN! Yeah, no kidding! I came this close to putting Miu x Nicole from that abomination 22/7. But thank God for Love Live! There’s no telling if any of the girls from the Love Live franchise are confirmed to be lesbians. But fuck it, all of them attend all-girl schools, no males exist anywhere, and Sunshine gave us Kanan x Mari! Yeah, you know Kanan and Mari is canon as fuck, don’t at me. So naturally, I found more third-years to ship in the new Love Live series. Now I know I should have put up Ai x Rina or Ayumu x Yuu. Especially the latter due to recent events! But Emma x Karin is my OTP.

Now Emma is an exchange student from Switzerland and in coming to Nijigasaki, she first meets Karin and they became instant friends. When Emma said she wants to become an idol, Karin helped her quite a bit. Even though Karin had no interest in being an idol as her modeling career is starting up, Karin would occasionally help Emma out. And surprise, surprise, Karin ends up fascinated with the idol world and Emma helps her come to the light to be herself there. Okay, I’m totally reading this in some fragmented way, but I’m currently playing Love Live School Idol Festival All Stars and the app game has a lot more stuff involving stuff the anime has yet to talk about. Confirmed or not, Karin x Emma for the win!

Favorite Yaoi Couple of 2020: Eiji Okumura x Ash Lynx from Banana Fish

It took me a while to get here, but I finally made it to 2018’s overlooked gem. Forgive me for not being fully caught up, but from what I’m watching at the moment, I’m sticking to my guns and supporting the hell out of this. I mean, I could have mentioned The Titan’s Bride here…but fuck no, I ain’t goin’ down that mess! Ash has gone through a lot, I mean a helluva lot in his past. His cute boy looks have made him a target on the streets of New York, with mafia dons, and with prison inmates. But dude can kill if you mess with him. Then you have Eiji, who is just a literal example of a “pure cinnamon roll (until episode 8)”. These two are as opposite as you can possibly get. Ash is from New York and Eiji is from Japan. Ash likes hot dogs with everything on it. Eiji likes grilled fish and natto. Ash spent the majority of his life killing on the streets. Eiji was a track superstar. You get my meaning. But when we got these two together it’s quite adorable. Ash is really able to change when he’s around Eiji. Ash isn’t some heartless killer on the street about to kill a thug with prosthetic fingers. When he’s with Eiji, he’s a joker that can easily get scared of pumpkins. And even in later episodes, you got these two acting like a husband and wife.

Fandom That You Didn’t Expect to Get Into: Les Miserables – A Girl Named Cosette

Let me explain a little something. Les Mis! I have never seen the play, watched the movie, or read the novel prior to picking up this anime. Not a single one of those! And that’s a bit of a head-scratcher when you realize I was a bit of a musical theater nut in my teenage years. But one thing I do like is when Japan does an anime based on plays or historical events (like Romeo x Juliet or Rose of Versailles). The second I popped in Les Miserables the anime, I wanted to binge watch the whole 52 episode series. It is by no means a perfect adaptation of the Victor Hugo novel. Several key players end up surviving all the way up to the end of the story! But because this was my very first viewing of anything Les Mis, I took to the story of Cosette and was eager to see what was going to happen next in her tale. Unlike the movies and play, Cosette was the main focus of the story besides Jean Valjean and Javert. And thanks to watching the unfortunate stories of Cosette, Jean Valjean, the Thenadiers, Javert, Marius, and the rest, I thought it was time to watch the OTHER adaptations to Les Mis.

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Russell Crowe sucks.

Fandom That Made An Unexpected Comeback: Higurashi no Naku Koro Ni

Higurashi or When They Cry is one of my favorite fandoms of all time! So naturally when we heard that it was making a comeback, I was excited. It was also very odd that Higurashi was given this sequel or reboot. Ahem! There’s another franchise that needs a face-lift. Umineko still deserves a better treatment. Plus, now that this series was out of the faulty hands of Studio Deen, Higurashi will get the special care it deserves. Believe it or not, it wasn’t just the anime that made a comeback for me, but the manga as well. Since 2009, I’ve read several volumes (out of order) and would every now and then come back to read the story. Back to the anime, this reboot or sequel…you know what, I’m gonna call it a “rebooqual”! This rebooqual sucked me back to the town of Hinamizawa and all the murders. Every week, I find myself comparing the current episode to one from the 2006 version. But then the fourth episode of each arc seems to catch me off guard.

Where are they going with this story and these twist endings to our favorite arcs? I did not expect Rena to turn a simple attempted murder into the end of School Days! I didn’t expect Rika to die in the most disgusting fashion they could think of. Could someone kill Teppei fucking Hojo? I will pay ¥5000 for someone to do that job. So yeah, because I know how much of this plays out and who does what, I’m usually watching and reading while making wise-ass remarks. But I still have fun with it.

Fandom That Inspired the Most Crack: Konosuba

In a year where I caught up with the popular Isekais like Shield Hero and Re:Zero, I found the wacky misadventures of Kazuma Satou to be amusing as all get-out. From the first 5 minutes, I found myself laughing at Kazuma’s misfortune. Seriously, how the fuck do you mistake a tractor for a car, have a heart attack, piss yourself, and fucking die in the first couple minutes to the series? You can only get away with this shit in gag animes! But it’s not just Kazuma’s dumbass, there’s a mage who only does explosions, but loses all her energy after one blow-up. Then there’s a busty, blonde who gets turned on by getting hurt and can’t strike anything with her sword. Anime’s biggest masochist or Cheryl Tunt incarnate, I haven’t decided which one to believe! Then you have this loud, crazy goddess chick named Aqua. She’s also useless about 86% of the time! Watching their unfortunate missions is all the crack that I need to get through this year. Seriously, Darkness is just all kinds of fucked up, but we love her.

Last Fandom of 2020: Yashahime

That’s right, the InuYasha sequel gets top spot here! Even though week after week I find myself asking more questions than when the episode started, I’m still hooked. If you’re like me, you watched and fell in love with the series InuYasha. So if they’re doing a sequel, you’re expecting to see all of your favorite characters from the prequel like InuYasha, Kagome, Miroku, Sango, Sesshomaru, Koga, Rin, and the rest. Actually, no! Quite the opposite! We’ve got Sesshomaru’s daughters, but no Sesshomaru. Rin is sleeping in a tree we think! We’ve got InuYasha and Kagome’s daughter, but they’re M.I.A. None of the girls even know a thing about their birth parents.

Now are these new characters a catch like the ones from the previous series? Some are! The three main girls, yes! Especially Moroha! I’ve already praised her name earlier in the superlative. Towa and Setsuna do take on some personality traits from their parents. Setsuna is definitely serious like Sesshomaru and Towa sometimes has a carefree yet loyal aura to her like Rin. I know I’m always skeptical when a series gives us a sequel featuring the offspring of the main characters. Especially when you’ve got some lame examples like Boruto and Eureka Seven AO (I might retract my diss on Boruto later)! As each week gives us a new episode, we’re unraveling new clues into a lot of things involving our old favorite characters, as well as the new ones. So I have high hopes for Yashahime for the time being!

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Real thing | 1: Poison parties

GIFS NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION. Genre(s): mafia!au / mild angst? Group(s): NCT  Pairing(s): Qian Kun x fem!reader / Jung Jaehyun x fem!reader Summary: (Y/n), a college student is one of the hackers of WayV ─ an international crime organization. But what happens when she gets mixed up in a lot more heavy stuff than only sitting behind a computer and disabling security cameras Warning(s): Mentions of death / arson / just mafia in general [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist]

It’s early in the morning when I walk in the tech building of my college campus to attend my first class of the day.

Last night I was called to fix some mess one of the guys had caused and I didn’t expect it to be up until three to disable cameras and delete footage which showed someone to be burned alive. Not a pleasant sight I tell you that.

I turn around a corner but stop as I see two familiar figures ─ Korean exchange students Jung Jaehyun and Kim Doyoung ─ from my mechatronics class, standing at the end of the hall. I quickly take a step back and hide behind a wall, making sure that they can’t see me.

“Look, I don’t give a crap, Jae. Qian Kun has to pay what he fucking did to us”, hisses Doyoung and shoves a small plastic bag in Jaehyun’s hands.

My breath hitches and I curse silently.

Everyone at WayV knows what happened. Qian Kun, our boss, was a part of NCT before fighting his way out, taking anyone who wants to go with him. There where some snitches in the bunch, names nobody is allowed to say, and he dealt with them.

Of course, the Boss doesn’t shy away from murder. The weird lumps in the garden of HQ are a cautionary tale of what happens when you either betray him or disobey his orders.

“But... poisoning?”, questions Jaehyun. “Can’t you just shoot him in the face? And how will I even get close to him without being suspicious?”

“There’s a party this Saturday. Taeil made sure you got a position as a server there.”

Jaehyun nods slowly. “So I can slip this”, he holds up the small bag, “in his drink or food?”

“Bingo.”

Jaehyun puts the small bag safely in a side pocket of his backpack as the bell rings. “Let’s go, Mrs Shin will murder us if we’re late again.” 

Doyoung rolls his eyes as he and Jaehyun walk away.

And lucky me, my next class is with them. So I make sure that I take a seat close to Jaehyun and Doyoung. The only one being behind them, but I can deal with that.

Look, I usually don’t meddle with stuff too deep into the... darker circuit of WayV but, Qian still is my boss so protecting him is right, right? 

Jaehyun gives me a small smile and Doyoung glares at me when they see I sit behind them, before scooting closer to his friend and whispering something in his ear.

Luckily, Jaehyun has placed his backpack with the pocket towards me. If I time it correctly as both of them are immersed in the lesson, I can ‘drop’ my pencil. And while I pick it up, I unzip the pocket and swiftly take out the small bag.

Finally, after half an hour of taking notes and glancing towards the two guys, Doyoung has his head buried in his arms as he's probably sleeping and Jaehyun is too busy taking notes.

I bump my pencil off the table and it drops in the ground, next to Jaehyun’s bag. I mentally cheer and reach down, ready to unzip the bag.

But before I can do anything, another hand reaches down and grabs my pencil before I can. I look back up and see Jaehyun smiling at me.

“You dropped this”, he says kindly, his accent heavy as he tries to speak with right pronunciation before handing me my pencil back.

I smile slightly. “Yeah, thanks though.” I reach out and grab it.

“Do you understand anything Mrs Shin is explaining?”, he asks in a hushed tone.

I shake my head. “Nah. I’m going to read the summary she puts online.”

He raises his eyebrows and looks surprised. “She does that?”

With a nod, I open the website on my laptop and turn it around. “Mrsshin.com, there.” I point out how the site works and where he can find the summaries of the previous lessons. 

And like that, the class ends and I huff. He’s too charming that it’s distracting me from my mission. and how will I intercept the poisoning now?

The only thing I can think about is that party Doyoung was talking about. Does Yangyang know? I swear if he does, I’m going to strangle him with the cord of his headphones.

“Yo”, I say as Yangyang picks up after I started to call him, waiting until both guys are out of earshot. “Do you know anything about the Boss throwing a party on Saturday?”

“Ehm no”, squeaks Yangyang on the other side of the connection, a sign he’s lying.

“You’re lying”, I hiss, ignoring the strange looks from students all around me. “Why didn’t you told me? Did you hide or threw the invite away?”  

“There was no invite. Boss called me and said to keep my mouth closed. He wants me to keep an eye out on the security camera’s and you are free.”

I let out a frustrated growl. “I am free? How dare he? I can do security too!”

“He said something about forbidding you to go because of your last job. What happened there?”

I run a hand through my hair, getting into my car and linking the phone call to the BlueTooth. “I had to watch someone get burned like a witch through CCTV. Which I don’t understand since you usually do that.”

“Oh”, Yangyang lets out rather shocked.

I hum. “Yeah. And it’s not like I can’t handle a bit of heath, you saw it yourself. I stand with both of my feet on the ground and won’t cry over just another burning corpse.”

Yangyang stays silent, the clicking op his mouse stopped too.

“YY? You okay?”, I question, my face falling.

“Jezus (Y/n). This life really fucked you up.”

A low chuckle leaves my lips. “It really did...”

“But how did you even got the information about the party? Did Lucas talk too much?”

I shake my head, even though he can’t see it. “Worse. I heard two guys from one of my classes talking out poisoning Boss. They want him to pay what he did to NCT.”

A gasp leaves Yangyang’s lips. “Are they from Boss’ old gang?”

“I think? I tried to fetch the poison out of one of their bags but failed. Now the only thing I can think about doing is going to that party and warning Boss.”

“I can do that too, you know.”

“No, you have to stay and be on call. Just keep an eye open for both of them. When I am back, I’ll show you a picture of the guys.”

Yangyang lets out a heavy sigh. “I hope you know what you’re doing”, he says before he ends the call.

It’s the day of the party and somehow I have managed to find a document with the invitations and printed it out of myself.

“Are you sure you should go? I mean, Boss particularly told you not to go”, says Yangyang through the phone as my car reaches the valet of the party.

I roll my eyes. “Look, YY, it’s not like Boss will recognize me since only you and Lucas have ever seen my face. Nothing to worry."

A loud groan erupts from Yangyang’s side of the line. “Just... stay out of trouble okay? The Boss is merciless when you disobey his orders.”

“I’ll have to go, I have almost reached security. Don’t worry, okay? I know how to handle it myself.” I end the call with a sigh

As I walk up the steps of the giant mansion, I smooth out my dress and push the fake glasses up the bridge of my nose.

A guard stops me, “Invitation”, he grumbles as he holds up his hand. I rummage through my bag and pull out a golden envelope with elegantly written letters on the front.

Without glancing at it for a second time, he shoves it back into my hand and lets me through. I am honestly shocked that the fake invitation worked.

I quickly walk into the mansion and look around, grabbing a flute of champagne off one of the waiters’ serving trays so I won’t stand out. It’s not like I will drink anything, I’m not that stupid.

Now I’m in, I have to move quickly if I want to find either Jaehyun or the Boss without being caught. I’ve seen the layout of the mansion a thousand times on screen, how hard could it be?

With slow steps, I start to walk around the massive happening. All different kinds of mafia bosses and powerful people catch my eyes. But no sign of any of my two targets. Maybe I have to inspect the kitchen?

My phone in my handbag vibrates and I grab it. ‘LUCAS’ it reads on the screen. “Shit”, I curse under my breath, quickly walking towards the balcony and closing the doors behind me, hoping it would muffle out any sounds.

“Hi, dimwit”, I chuckle awkwardly as I place the champagne down on the balustrade and I lean with my now free hand on it. “How’s the party going?” 

“Well, you tell me, since you sneaked in it. Turn around.”

I slowly turn around, an annoyed groan leaves my lips as I see Lucas standing in front of the windows, a smirk on his face. 

He opens the doors and closes them behind him, taking long strides towards. “Didn’t the Boss tell you to stay away?”, he questions as he leans against the balustrade with folded arms, an amused look on his face.

“Yeah I know but─”

“And you still ignored his command. You know what happens when someone disobeys him, don’t you?” Lucas grabs my chin between his thumb and index finger.

I smack his hand away and look behind me, towards the rose bushes that are in full bloom. “I know, Lucas! But I’ve heard that someone’s here to poison him.”

He scoffs. “Please, don’t make up shit so you can party and drink fancy champagne.”

As I open my mouth to snark something back, a familiar voice interrupts me. “Well, well, well, Xuxi, why don’t you introduce me to your lovely lady friend?”

I gulp as I see the Boss himself, Qian Kun, stand just a few feet away from me, looking like a snack in his black suit and red hair sleeked back. 

“Boss. This is─”

“─The name’s Zela, Mr Qian. Nice to meet you. I must say that this is an exquisite party.” I throw on my most charming smile and hold out my hand for him to shake.

The Boss grabs it and places a kiss on the top of my hand. “Nice to meet you too, miss Zela...?”

“Just Zela is fine, Mr Qian.” 

He chuckles lowly. “Then call me Kun, darling. Mr Qian is only for employees or business partners.”

I nod as I smile. “Of course, but I rather be formal, Sir.” I turn around towards Lucas with a smirk. “Can you leave Mr Qian and me alone for just a second, Xuxi? We have... business to discuss.” 

Lucas grumbles and walks off. But not without throwing me a glare. 

“Oh? You need to talk to me?” Boss folds his hands over each other as his smile turns a bit more serious.

I look around before speaking. “Look, I am here to warn you. Someone is trying to poison you. I wouldn’t drink or eat anything.”

I grab my phone out of my bag and start to scroll through my mechatronics class attendance list. I pull up a photo of Jaehyun and Doyoung and shove my phone under his nose. “Do you recognize these two?”

The Boss frowns and grabs my phone, taking a closer look. “They look familiar. Who informed you about this matter?”

I take my phone back with a sigh. “They’re not the smartest of the bunch. They were talking about poisoning you in the hallway of my college, Sir.”

He hums. “And how do I know I can trust you?” The Boss narrows his eyes together.

With a shrug, I turn around. “You just have to trust me.” 

With a light swing in my hips, I walk out of the mansion, throwing one last look over my shoulder to see if I can spot Jaehyun.

My phone vibrates and I see that Lucas has texted me.

I roll my eyes, quickly typing my reply.

I get into my car and speed off, hoping that the Boss will listen to my words.