#any woman in her vicinity swoons at her feet

[spirit-lanterns]

😳🤯 ( @boo___11 on twt/x )

HELLOOOOOO SAILOR 😳

MISS KNIGHT ROBIN HI— H-HI— *voice crack* Hey…how you doing…

What that sword do? Slay pussy? Alright, bet. Slay mine—

[captainrexforever]

His Queen

Rating: T

Word Count: ~3k

Summary: You’re a little hesitant about wearing makeup due to a past experience. Din has no problem changing your mind.

Warnings: childhood trauma??, little bit of angst, fluff, steamy makeout

Note: After the amazing response I received on my last fic I decided to write another one. After all, these ideas are still going to be swirling around my head even if I don’t put them in writing. I hope you enjoy!

Sidenote: Imagine him looking at you like this *swoon*

“Are you sure we don’t have any additional rations in the crates?”

“No, the kid snuck into the stash last night. I didn’t notice until after he polished off the last of the rations.”

Din just sighs.

“I can make the trip to the market while you finish the repairs.”

“No, I’ll go, I don’t want you to deal with all the bantha shit that goes on at these markets.”

For some reason-don’t ask why-it’s incredibly attractive to hear him curse. 

It’s touching to hear the protective note in his voice, but you feel that you are well enough equipped to handle yourself. As a teenager, you had been taught the essentials of self defense by a family friend.  

“It’s alright. I’ll have my comm with me and it won’t take long if I just place an order for delivery of the rations.”

“Alright, if you insist. Be careful.”

“I will.”

He stands from his kneeling position on the floor, where he had been checking the netting beneath the bench for any additional ration packets. You prepare to leave, patting down your pockets to make sure you have your credits, your blaster, and your comm before you set off. When you look up again, he’s standing in front of you, a tilt of his helmet betraying his inner thought process. A smile tugs at your lips.

“Looking for a goodbye kiss?”

He sighs again, and you’re certain he’s rolling his eyes beneath the helmet.

“Ner verd’ika, you are a tease.”

You giggle before raising your hands to the sides of his helmet, eyes fluttering closed as you tilt it upwards. With an accuracy born from hours of practice you lean forward, raising on your toes to press a quick kiss to his lips before allowing the beskar to fall back into place. He lets out a disgruntled huff, his hands falling to your hips and tugging you against his torso so that he can rest his forehead against yours.

“Be careful.” He repeats.

“Always.”

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It’s surprising how many people can squeeze into the small marketplace, vendors and townsfolk chattering away as they bargain for an agreeable price. Animals bellow in the distance, adding to the noisy buzz that fills the crowded streets. 

You find yourself enjoying the bustling atmosphere, welcoming the stark juxtaposition to the quiet serenity of the Razor Crest. Before you can become too distracted, you steer your feet towards the largest area of the forum where several shops display food and beverages. 

After placing an order of rations and directing the shop owner to deliver the crates to the spaceport, you find there are a few spare moments to wander around the market before returning to the ship and tending to the delivery.

After traveling with Din for some time now, it has come to your attention that each planet you visit boasts a unique variety of wares. The citizens of this particular planet seem to possess a fascination with water-colored mugs and delicate embroidery. Not that you are complaining, everything that greets your eyes is absolutely gorgeous.

Upon rounding the next corner though, you stop dead in your tracks. Before you stands what is obviously a cosmetics shop. Holoimages are projected against the walls of the stand, each image featuring breathtaking models who-to your immense surprise-don't have you feeling even a dash of envy. What has you so enamored is the crowd of young women that peruse the shop. They are obviously a group of friends, but what shocks you the most is the presence of their mothers. Each parent is eagerly pointing out cosmetic items and encouraging the younger women to apply the samples that are provided. Bitter tears bite at the surface of your eyes, and you blink furiously in an effort to keep them contained.

As a young woman you had constantly been dissuaded from wearing makeup, told that it wasn’t appropriate at your age. You feel pathetic, chastising yourself and turning around with the intention of returning to the ship. But you don’t get very far, a feminine voice floating past your ears.

“Miss, Miss? Would you like to join us?”

Not wanting to expose your current state of turmoil, you scrub frantically at your tear-stained face, hoping to avoid further humiliation. When you feel presentable, you turn slowly, coming face-to-face with a girl that stands even shorter than you. Practically an impossible occurrence at your height, Mando would have teased you if he was here.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you were by yourself, and well, on our planet it’s tradition for women to join together and add to their makeup collection on this particular day. It’s like the New Years of cosmetics.” Her eyes are shining, and she seems so genuine that you feel silly for your earlier judgement. “Although I am almost certain you are just visiting, my friends and I would be honored if you would join us.” Almost as if on cue, her friends rush up behind her, pleading with you to stay for just a little bit.

“Well, I…” Din will be expecting you back soon, and you don’t want to worry him.

“Pleeeaaaase!” They all beg, drawing out the word as they stare at you.

“Alright, just for a few minutes.” He won’t mind, you think to yourself. He and the kid can catch up while you are gone anyways, they haven’t been able to spend much time together lately.

The girls’ smiles are blinding and the first one grabs your hand, pulling you along as they all return to the stand to continue shopping. “I’m Tasha, by the way.” She beams. You smile back, sharing your name as well.

“What will you purchase?” Another girl questions.

“Oh, actually I don’t wear makeup.”

“You don’t?” They looked like you just told them Life day was made up.

“No, I....I never learned how to apply it.” That was close enough to the truth.

“Don’t worry, we’ll show you how!” Then Tasha is beckoning her mother over and soon they are exchanging ideas so quickly that you lose track, only picking up on fragments such as “transition”, and “complementary shade”.

“Could you please sit for a moment?” Tasha’s mother inquires, gesturing to a chair that rests next to the booth.

You’re a little hesitant, the assortment of items that they are both clutching in their hands has you yearning to turn your back and run.

Take a deep breath, it’s just a little bit of makeup, it’s not going to kill you.

After your flight instinct recedes a little, you move to sit in front of the older woman, trying not to flinch as she gently dabs several types of cream-like products on your face. She tuts here and there, discarding some of the products that she is holding as she works through all of the samples. Eventually, she finishes, holding out a wipe as she gestures for you to wipe your face. Once that is accomplished, she’s attacking the various assortment of products that Tasha is still holding. You idly wonder if it’s sanitary to be layering so many products over the sensitive skin of your face, but assume that it is probably alright if this is a common practice for most women.

What feels like hours later, after your face has been contorted into every position imaginable, your eyes weighed down by what seems to be a boat anchor attached to your eyelashes, Tasha and her mother proudly declare that you are ‘finished’-whatever that means. Then Tasha is holding out a bag of products for you to take. You eagerly accept the bag, feeling quite mature all of a sudden, and swagger over to the counter to pay the clerk. To your immense shock, Tasha’s own mother is sitting behind the register, and when you approach she insists that the items are ‘on the house’, refusing to accept any form of payment.

With a blush, you suddenly realize you have no idea how to apply any of the products yourself, but before you can even open your mouth, the older woman is sliding a piece of flimsy towards you. A detailed assembly of holoimages decorates the flimsy, demonstrations and instructions outlining the correct application technique for each product. There are tears welling in your eyes again, but you blink them back and circle the table to engulf the woman in a heartfelt embrace. She accepts the action with an affection you can only describe as motherly, patting your back gently until you pull away, then fixing you with a radiant smile.

Suddenly your heart drops into your throat, and your own smile fails. You can’t return to the ship looking like this! Din will be appalled that you delayed your departure from the spaceport to indulge in a personal shopping trip. Tasha’s mother frowns, watching as you suddenly turn frantic, scanning the nearby vicinity like a child who has been caught stealing a dessert cube. You reach for the packet of makeup wipes that sits upon the table, hastily rushing to explain the thoughts running through your head.

“This makeup is lovely, but I can’t return to my…” kriff, what should you call him...“friend looking like this.”

“And why not?” You are taken aback a little at the tone of your voice. She’s not angry, though there are hints of disapproval and surprise laced into her words.

You stammer for a response. “He...I…” Your brain sputters as you try to conjure the right words.

“Oh, I see. He’s that kind of friend. Well, if he doesn’t like the way you look, then you seem like the type of person who will have no trouble putting him back into his place.”

She continues speaking even as your jaw falls open.

“However, I heavily suspect that won’t be necessary.” The knowing grin that spreads across her face is like that of a loth-cat that just caught a canary.

“....” You can’t manage to utter a single word, trying to force down the blush that is rising to your cheeks.

“Here, take a look into this mirror.”

Woah, is that your face? Whatever had been applied to your eyes had caused the color to pop, drawing attention to your now piercing gaze. Every feature appeared to be enhanced, and you couldn’t help but note that your jawline seemed capable of cutting through duraplast, like a vibroblade through bantha butter on a hot Tatooine day.

“I look...wow.”

The older woman chuckles gently. “You look amazing dear. Embracing your natural beauty is important, but you shouldn’t be afraid of enhancing it either. No matter what, your inner beauty always speaks louder than any outer appearance ever will. Now go catch that man of yours. I’m sure he will agree with me too.” She ends with a pointed wink.

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Shadows stream past you as you jog back to the Razor Crest, hoping you are not too late to meet the merchant who is delivering the order of rations. Of course your luck is worse than you expected, and not only is there no merchant in sight, but it seems that Din has already finished the repairs. Kriff. Well, you’ll just have to return to the shop and apologize to the owner before pleading for another delivery opportunity. Then, after you settle that, you will need to prepare an explanation for Din. 

Kriffing hell.

 How do you always manage to get yourself into these situations?

“And here you had me thinking that you might have finally ditched me.” Din startles you, but there is a teasing lilt to his voice.

How is he still in a good mood? Wait, where is he?

“Up here.” He’s chuckling now too, probably at your apparent confusion, the bastard.

You look up and place your hands on your hips in disbelief of what you’re seeing. A shake of your head does nothing to help you understand what exactly is going on. At the moment, Din is flying figure eights in the air using his jetpack, the kid tucked securely in his arms while he squeals in delight. You shake your head again, looking down at the ground as a rush of affection floods your chest. The damned Mandalorian can be such a romantic without even realizing it. 

As of late, it has been difficult for either of you to discreetly purchase jetpack fuel at a decent price. Yet, here he is taking the kid for a ride, probably because he looked into those big brown eyes and couldn’t resist indulging the kid in a quick flight.

Their maneuvers continue for a few more minutes, and you wonder if you should head back to the market while Din and the kid are still occupied. Abruptly, you decide to take a seat inside the Crest for just a moment before jogging back to the store. It’s not until you scale the ramp that you notice the newly delivered crates resting inside the storage netting.

“The delivery arrived before you did, so I made sure that it was unloaded onto the right ship.” If you weren’t so relieved you might scold him for scaring you like that. Then again, he probably enjoys sneaking up on you. You scowl goodnaturedly, he’s lucky you lov--. Oh no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no.

No.

He’s lucky you love the kid. That’s right, that’s what you meant to say.

Whew.

You move to rub your forehead, then realize that you’re still wearing what feels like fifteen layers of bantha paste and an entire canister of glitter on your face. Uh-oh. Has Din seen your face yet? You don’t think so. Your back is still facing him, but at any second he’s bound to step in front of you and notice that you’re all decked-out in makeup. 

Despite the kind words from the woman back at the market, you feel yourself begin to panic. What if he thinks you look silly, or worse what if it changes his perception of you? 

His footsteps advance forwards and you hold your breath, only for him to continue towards the kid’s hammock. It’s then that you realize the kid has fallen asleep in his buir’s arms, obviously worn out after his latest adventure. Din is exceedingly gentle as he sets him into his hammock, rocking the child for a few seconds to ensure he remains fully asleep.

As you bask in the sight of a soft, caring Din you don’t realize he’s turning around until it’s too late. He lets out a punched out sound once he is face-to-helmet with you, and although you are never sure where his visor is pointing, you know without a doubt that it is currently directed at your face. 

Neither of you move, gaze fixed firmly on the other for several minutes as a lingering tension brushes at your spine. Before you can explain yourself the lights flicker and plunge the hull into darkness, gloved hands and a beskar covered chest suddenly slamming into you, pinning you against the nearest wall so quickly that your back aches a little from the force of the impact.

“Kriffing hell.” He manages.

Oh, you definitely shouldn’t find that as attractive as you do.

“Is this what you were doing all afternoon?” His words are followed by a resonating clang, and you find yourself begging whatever deity is above that he is about to kiss you senseless. Sadly, he seems too interested in pressing a kiss to your neck while he whispers shamelessly into your ear. It’s a close second though, and you're definitely not complaining, especially when the position allows you to drop a hand down to squeeze his perfectly sculpted ass.

He lets out a growl at your feistiness, sucking at your neck in a manner that is sure to leave a visible hickey. “Maybe I should send you to the marketplace more often if this is how you’ll return.”

You let out a pleased mewl at that, proud that you are able to elicit such a passionate response from your usually stoic companion. “Sounds...sounds good to me.” Your reply is breathy, and there is no way that your lungs are supplying sufficient oxygen to your brain right now. It doesn’t help that Din has decided to wrap one of your thighs around his waist, your body erupting into flames at the suggestive positioning.

“Look so good.” It’s muttered between butterfly kisses, his lips charting the skin of your neck like it’s a flight path. “So pretty.” Another scorching kiss on your neck. “My sweet girl.” It’s half spoken-half growled against your throat.

A moan is ripped from your throat at that last sentence, and your free hand is scrabbling for purchase in his hair, using your touch to coax his lips to meet your own neglected ones. This man is going to be the death of you, you’re sure of it. He’s mewling into your mouth, half-chuckling because he knows how much you appreciate that specific action, then he’s pressing his tongue in as well, sliding it across yours as he dares you into a battle of dominance. You can’t help but indulge him, fingers tightening in his curls as you allow yourself to be a little more aggressive, pushing into his mouth as you lead him on a merry chase. Even in the most intimate of acts, Din is ever the hunter and he takes control in a record amount of time, knotting his hand in your hair so that he can position your head in whatever manner he desires. The whole act is absolutely delicious and your toe curls as you wedge yourself even closer to his armor-clad chest.

“I sure hope you have more of that stuff.” He mumbles against your lips when you both separate for a breath.

“Huh?” You finally manage after gasping down a breath.

“It makes you look like a queen.” He elaborates.

There’s no point in arguing with him, especially when his mouth returns to yours to shut down any rebuttal you might have.

It’s safe to say that any of your hesitations towards wearing makeup were cleared up after that particular incident, and you learned a couple valuable lessons that day. The most important being to buy extra makeup wipes for the Mandalorian himself. Let’s just say Din was an...enthusiastic kisser.

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Ner verd’ika: my little warrior

Buir: (mother or father), in this case it pertains to ‘father’

Life day: the equivalent of Christmas in the star wars universe

[lemonietrinket]

Fragile Like Chandeliers ||| YoungK x Reader

Summary: You meet a truly intriguing man inside an expensive lounge on the job  Genre: Small bits of fluff but its weak bc its more sensual, some angst, uhhh??? idk    noir, gang Warning(s): very very vague references to injury/death Word Count: 2763  Song(s): Ambience AN: hey anon! sorry this took a little while :((  i also have... no idea if this was what you wanted. and its... also longer than my word limit that i put on my request notice. uh. oops. i tried to put some italian in there (for fake names of things) but i am not fluent and though i researched grammar, there are obviously many nuances to the language that i dont know so i apologise if they sound bad (feel free to correct me!)

fem!reader

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Smooth jazz filtered through the swathes of people, bunched in small bouquets of dazzling jewels and shining gold. The low quartz-tinged lights kept the shadows in the corners, gently swaying to the beat as swept past, silver trays empty. 

You were perched quietly at the sidelines, crimson velvet plush beneath your draping onyx dress. Eyes flickering across the chandelier above, you couldn’t help but smile at the memories that arose. The Eiffel Tower had been so beautiful in that moment, reflected in a thousand crystals suspended in mid-collapse before they shattered into their oblivions.  Your fingertips traced across the emerald gem between your collarbones, settled comfortably between intricately carved swans. With their heads bowed and wings splayed they reminded you of home, a place you hadn’t set foot in for a long time. The aching rarely reared its head, but this evening it teased at your heartstrings in a way you would never admit to any other.

Well, perhaps maybe one.

As your attentions were briefly piqued at the sight of a man with a bellowing laugh, who strode past you with his arms wide and decorated with cufflinks made of silver knots, you had moved your feet to stand. However, that was when your keen eyes glanced back across the room, only to meet another pair. 

They were the eyes of a fox, ablaze with wit and narrowed in curiosity, and they stared you down and enraptured you in seconds. You found yourself glued to your spot and not giving a single damn about it, as the man bid his colleague a farewell and began to make his way towards you.

With a face that only a dream could make, the smile he gave a passerby who greeted him oozed confidence; the single nod of his head that followed knocking his effortlessly curled fringe ever-so-slightly into his eyes. It led him to run his hand through the tousled locks when he faced you again, and had you not been on the job you would have no doubt swooned.

The man was clearly something special—his suit crafted of ambrosia, a clean cut jet besides pristine white, paired with dress shoes that shone as he reached where you were sat. 

You peered up at him silently, waiting to hear the voice that fell from those plush lips.

“Good evening,” he greeted.

And boy was it luscious. 

You responded in kind, consciously making your eyes bigger as he extended a palm gently towards you. “Might I take you for a dance?”

After a few seconds pretending to mull it over, you let your hand slip into his. He helped you to your feet all while you were too focused on the rough pads of his fingers stroking the back of your palms. 

He led the pair of you to the small area sectioned off for dancing near the live band. Passing a few other couples already swinging with the saxophone’s melody, you were captivated by how he effortlessly weaved the two of you to the centre.

All he’d said had been ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ but somehow it had eased anyone in the vicinity and made them move away with no less than a grin and ushered laughter.

He was remarkable. And if it turned out he wasn’t what you were looking for, you would be stunned.

Coming to a stop, he stood broadly before you. With a hand caressing down to your waist before settling there as if it had always meant to be, you entwined your fingers with his other as you felt across his shoulder blade.  His sensuality was thrilling, the closeness of your chest to his sending your heartbeat into irregular motion, and you had to admit he was talented.

“So,” he began, voice low and smooth like the late evening wine sipped in candlelight, “what must I call this gorgeous beauty before me?”

Lip unconsciously teasing between your teeth, you simpered. “You first.”

A smirk formed on his lips. “Younghyun.”

“Y/N.”

“Ah, a perfect name for a perfect lady.” He took the lead and you let him, following his slow sways with small steps of your own. “And a perfect voice too—there’s an accent there, if I’m not mistaken?”

“There may be,” you replied coyly, “Italian, born and raised.”

His smile brightened, “I’ve always wanted to visit Italy. The views, the food, the music...” he stopped himself with what could only be described as a sheepish laugh, “sorry, I’m probably preaching to the choir here.”

“It’s fine! I miss all of that quite often nowadays.”

Your grip tightened while your heart lurched. Attempting to keep yourself under control, you hid your disdain behind a smile. How had you let yourself slip up like that? Since when did you wear your feelings on your cheek for a man you only just met? 

As the song changed and the tempo quickened, Younghyun twirled you round by your fingers. “So what brings you all this way here, to one of the most exclusive bars in Seoul?”

“Why, do I not look like I fit in?” you enquired. 

As he pulled you back to his chest, he stayed quiet for a few moments, his eyes carefully taking in the curve of your cheeks. “I’ll be absolutely honest with you,” he glanced around the room before coming back to look you in the eye, “you’re too good to fit in here.”

“I am?” You were hanging off his words, and despite your rational brain reminding you that he was just smooth talking, the way small butterflies began to send ripples through your chest had you very nearly believing him. It was as if that emerald upon your neck carried no weight at all.

“Of course.” His response was quick, sincere, and slowly the heaviness returned. You could feel it swaying a beat behind your movements together.

“I’m here to get away,” you finally explained, eyes lowering from his and focusing on his bow tie. It was spotless, folded crisply at his collar, and for a split second you wondered if it too pressed at his neck. “I’m a writer but... life can be so restricting, you know? How can I write about lives when I haven’t lived myself?”

The words slipped easily off your tongue, and you felt the tension leave your shoulders. Meanwhile, when you gazed up again, you found his smile tinged with sadness.

“I understand that. Sometimes what you end up in isn’t what you want,” he said. 

Confidence filling your veins, you slipped your fingers from his and ran your hands to interlock behind his neck. “I’m so glad you get me,” you whispered in his ear, “no one really does.” Closing the distance, you rested your head against his chest, face turned away from his knowing eyes that seemed to cut into you.

It was only a matter of seconds before Younghyun’s hands both swept to the small of your back, cradling you gently.  You pondered upon how he looked at you right then, as your eyes watched the couple beside you. They were in the same position as the two of you, swaying with the dwindling music. When they caught a beam of light as they turned, you saw how old they were, time etching at the corners of their eyes, giving them permanent eye-smiles. The man in question was truly beaming however, at the woman in his arms. He had a knowing glint in his eye, something you simultaneously wished you knew and were happy to not know the context to—without it, after all, they stayed painted in silver. The woman, much shorter and spindly in her old frock—you imagined it was the one she wore at the last wedding she attended—seemed so content, her lips mouthing the words to an unknown song, her feet moving in synchrony with his.

Her eyes were closed, you noted, and once you had done there was no going back. You turned your head the other way, your own gaze remaining wide open.

“Enough about me, what job do you do?” you asked, loud enough to be heard without moving, but it was pointless, as his answer came back as a teasing retort.

“What do you think I do?”

You shifted your head to come face to face with him again. You were so close to his lips it would only take seconds to bridge the gap, and the apprehension hurt. “I don’t know. Something dashing.”

“Oh really? How come?” His smirk had returned, mischief glimmering in his eye much like the chandelier lights did, urging you to say out loud what you only intended to infer. 

Cocky bastard, you thought, smile growing as you spoke. “Because someone as handsome as you could only do something dashing. Otherwise it wouldn’t be fair.”

As the saxophone picked up behind him, you moved your head to settle upon his shoulder, snickering as he whispered into your ear. 

“There it is...!” 

You playfully tugged at the hair at his nape to chide him. “Come on, tell me, what’s your job?”

He seemed momentarily distracted, before brushing off your words with a laugh. “Trust me, it’s not as interesting as you think.”

“How could it not be interesting?” you countered, leaning in closer to his neck so that your breath would flutter across his skin there, “you wouldn’t do it otherwise.”

“You can’t be sure of that,” he retorted, swinging you round and pulling you back so your shoulders met his chest, “you’ve only just met me.”

“And sometimes a chance meeting is all it takes,” you uttered, running your fingertips down the backs of his hands at your waist. With your head turned towards him, but your eyes remaining apart, you swayed your hips with his as you continued, “I’ve seen many faces, Younghyun, I think I know people well now. And you have the face of someone who knows so much and yet hasn’t said a word.”

You got no words in direct answer to the ramble of ones you had procured. Instead he spun you back around so that he could take another good look at you, and he drank in your beauty as if he were a dying man. His lips parted to speak hours before he finally did.  “How much more do you know about me?” he eased through a coy smile.

“I don’t know,” you hummed, tracing the line of his tie with the back of your finger, “why don’t we find out?”

Your boldness earnt a single laugh, your dance partner silent before he adjusted his grip at your waist. One hand shifted up your back and held you close in an embrace, before he gently lowered you back. You held onto his shoulder as well as his gaze, as he followed you into the dip.  With lips millimetres away from yours, you had been certain he would close the gap, and press a kiss where he’d been hinting for the entire night. His eyes fluttered down to the sight of your painted lips, then back up to your curious stare. “Shall we get drinks?”

You beamed. “Sure.”

Lifting you back to your feet, his hand never left the small of your back as he guided you towards the bar, back across the lounge. You stuck close to his side to avoid the clusters of crowds as the grew and punctured the sensual melodies of the band.  Tucked by his shoulder, a sense of peace washed over you. When there was a sudden crash of spilled drinks to your right you didn’t even take a glimpse of it in, and instead kept your head low and inclined towards your partner of the night. 

You reached the bar in no time, and the only time he left your side was to minutely slip ahead, to pull a bar stool out for you to sit upon. 

Sending him a teasing eye roll you giggled at his silent gasp of exaggerated disdain, before he sat beside you. With his body facing you, he leant on an elbow until the bartender came over.

“Sir, madam,” she greeted with a polite smile, “what can I get for you?”

“Bokbunja for me please, and for the lady,” he addressed you with a smile, “drinks on me, what would you like?”

“No, it’s ok, I wouldn’t want to cost you—”

“Oh, Y/N, you could cost me the world and I wouldn’t care,” Younghyun interrupted, 

You considered continuing with the humble act, but truth be told you didn’t have the patience for it, and you were pretty sure it wasn’t necessary. If that wasn’t an expression of a hooked man, then you no longer knew what was. 

You scoured the towers of intricate bottles behind the bartender, hued amber through to olive and deep magenta. They were oddly beautiful, catching the light not unlike a thousand crystalline shards, muted by their labels written in calligraphic ink.

Making eye contact with the bartender, the corner of your lips easing into a tiny smile while you ordered, “Well, if you’re so sure. Segreto Classico, please.”

The woman’s stare widened, her smile becoming rigid as she glanced at the man at your side. You followed her stare a few moments later, once she’d stepped away with a nod of her head to make the drinks. You languidly drew your eyes up and across Younghyun’s figure. It was as if he was made for tuxedos, his clean cut jacket lining his chest perfectly and accentuating his shoulders. Now that he wasn’t touching you, your hazy thoughts began to playfully contemplate if he was real at all. 

You found him frowning at his phone quizzically. “Everything ok?” you asked, leaning upon the counter to try and get a better look at his face. 

He did a double take to the bartender and then finally to you, a dispassionate grin covering his lips. “Oh, yeah it’s all good, I’ve just... got to take this call, if that’s alright?”

“Oh, no problem, I’ll be right here waiting for you,” you settled your chin upon your hand at that moment, though he didn’t appear to catch your sultry display as he smiled blankly, before raising his phone to his ear and walking towards the balcony. 

You watched him leave, the energy of the room dipping as he melded with the crowds. 

You were brought out from your vacant stare and spiralling thoughts by a a sudden clink to your side. Snapping your head over, you found your drink placed by your elbow, the lace design in the glass shimmering in the dim lights. The bartender meanwhile glared at you while she poured the second drink.

“You shouldn’t order that so blatantly,” she scolded, “you know full well that the drink isn’t on the—”

“And you think a member of la Giarda would drink anything else?” you interjected bluntly, taking your glass into your hands and swirling the ice amidst the clear liquid. The mint scent wafted around you and slowly cleared your mind, leading you to recount in your head what had occurred mere moments prior as if weeks had passed. 

The bartender shushed you urgently, but her tension didn’t travel across the counter. 

“Relax,” you urged with a snicker and knowing look, “no one knows the name here. He hasn’t got a clue. I’ll gather the information without a hitch don’t you worry.”

The woman places the second glass, taller and more simple than yours, in front of the empty bar stool. “You better not blow my cover,” she mumbled sulkily.

“You know I won’t,” you iterated, taking a sip and letting the electrifying taste sink in as you watched where he had disappeared off to.

“Because we’re only going to get one shot at this, so he better be—”

“He’s the right guy,” you snapped. 

And just as your glare dwindled, the crowds parted to reveal Younghyun, phone tucked back in his pocket and expression back to life. You caught his eye once again, and in an echo of the first time, you were captivated once again. This time however, in a different way.

As he approached, you felt a jab to your heart, like twisting glass. The newfound clarity had left you open and vulnerable, and here he offered the blow without knowing. 

When the chandelier cast dappled lights fraught with shadows and curtailed amber across his handsome face, all you could see was the suspended chandelier shattering to the ground. The shards finally experiencing their fate as time caught up with them. 

You didn’t want him to end like that too.

~~~

AN: i took a fair bit of inspiration from noir films, so i apologise if you don’t wear dresses/heels

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Jaimsa au where Lady is still alive and quite taken with Jaime. It irritates the hell out of Sansa but Jaime loves to get a rise out of Sansa.

this was going to be super short and then I got carried away so i guess this is now part 1/????? based off the beginning of season 8 and completely ignoring the whole “we have until nightfall” part of the trailer because the army of the dead don’t help with relationship development k thx

The betrayal started like this: a paced circling of the man standing in the Winterfell Great Hall awaiting his judgment.

It mirrored the pacing Lady had done around Littlefinger, around the Umber boy and the Karstark girl and any other man or woman who presented themselves to the Lady of Winterfell.

Sansa knew that it aroused whispers, mutterings, and suspicion, how implicitly she trusted her direwolf. How quick she was to make up her mind after a bristling of her pet’s fur, a baring of her teeth, or a gentle bow of her head before she padded back to her master, back legs bending under her massive body. But Lady had instincts beyond human, and they never erred.

Jaime Lannister had his hands at his sides, jaw set, while Lady crept up towards him with a low quiet grumble – almost too low, but Sansa was acutely aware of it, and it made her breath catch in her own throat.

There was an unsettled silence in the Hall after everybody had said their piece to and about him. Northern Lords loathed him by name. The Targaryen queen had not passed his sentence because it wasn’t hers to pass, as Sansa didn’t hesitate to remind her. This was her home.

Tyrion had spoken up for his brother, but that surprised nobody. So had Lady Brienne. And then, surprising everybody, Bran. Or rather, the Three Eyed Raven.

It was painful, from time to time, how obvious it was that there was little to nothing left of her brother.

All the while, Lady stood motionless at her side, staring, watching, waiting, until silence settled once more and she was able to go inspect the newcomer. Around and around she went, with Sansa’s heart beating faster and Jaime Lannister’s shadowed green eyes staring right at her.

And then, after sniffing and sniffing, Lady’s rumbling stopped and in one swift movement she dropped down to sit and knocked her head against the man’s hand.

The silence continued to stretch, and Sansa sat up a little straighter in her seat, lips parted in surprise as she continued to hold Ser Jaime’s now slightly alarmed gaze. “Lady,” she called, voice clipped. The direwolf’s ears perked towards her, but she didn’t move.

Eyes shifted towards her, and Sansa refused to flush. This had never once happened before. It was clear that the Kingslayer had her wolf’s approval, but to stay? “Lady,” she tried again, a little more sharply, and let her hand drop down next to her to beckon her over.

It took a few seconds, as if the wolf was being stubborn about it, before she tilted her muzzle into the golden hand and stood back up to pad towards her. The embarrassment would not cripple her. Lady safely at her side once more, Sansa let her fingers bury into the soft grey fur and held her head high. “You’ll be weary from your journey, Ser Jaime. One of our servants will escort you to your rooms.”

And that was that.

–

Day turned into night, and Sansa managed to convince herself that it had been a lapse of judgment. Perhaps she’d not fed enough last night, and Lady was feeling resentful. Perhaps Jaime had picked up a wild rabbit on his way here and he had it in his pocket. Perhaps a lot of things.

Except that supper was served – not a feast, as they were being sensible with rations – and as Sansa walked into the Hall with her sister, the wolf paused for a split second before veering off towards the far end, where the golden haired man sat alone with a bowl of stew in front of him.

“Hello, again,” he greeted the wolf under his breath, lifting his good hand cautiously until Lady slid under it, tail wagging from side to side. Green eyes met blue as she approached, fingers digging into her palms at this blatantly ridiculous display of behaviour from her wolf. “Lady Sansa.”

“Ser Jaime.”

The man had a hint of a smirk playing at his lips, but he hid it carefully. “This is the friendliest direwolf I believe I’ve ever come across.”

“Isn’t she the only direwolf you’ve ever come across?” Sansa challenged, unable to help her irritated tone of voice. Just because she’d granted him a pardon, and sanctuary, didn’t mean she had to like him. “Lady, come.”

Again, the wolf didn’t move, and Jaime’s hand started slowly stroking her fur as he looked at her, glancing up at Sansa briefly before leaning back to the wolf, as if sharing a secret. “I’m treading on thin ice around here already, Lady. I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t give Lady Sansa any more reason to exile me.”

The nerve of him. Sansa had half a mind to storm off, leave the wolf wherever she wanted to stay and chalk it up to insanity. But this was Lady. Her beloved direwolf. The only one who had been with her through everything. The wolf whimpered quietly, looking up at Sansa, mouth open happily.

And Seven Hells, what was she supposed to do? Drag her off?

Composing herself, she motioned to the chair across from his at the table. “May I join you for dinner?”

It was his turn to be startled, and he stared at her with something akin to disbelief. “It would be my honour.” The words were rehearsed. Second nature. How many times had he said them in his lifetime?

There had been a time where Sansa would have swooned at the thought of sharing a meal with Jaime Lannister.

Now, he was just a man. A man without a hand and with nothing left to lose, coming to fight the army of the dead and steal her pet.

–

If Sansa had thought (or hoped) that this was a temporary obsession, then she was very much mistaken.

Days bled into nights that bled into days, each seemingly shorter than the next, and while Lady still followed her around like a trustworthy shadow, slept at the foot of her bed, and behaved beautifully, every time Jaime Lannister was in the near vicinity, she lost all common sense.

What the man had ever done to merit such unwarranted affection, Sansa did not know. But the wolf was undoubtedly under his spell. Would seek him out in a crowded room and bound over to lap at his good fingertips whenever they crossed paths. And Sansa would have to blush furiously and pretend that she wasn’t at all altered by the situation.

But oh, she was. That Lady would betray her like this! That she would unabashedly throw herself at a man she barely knew. A Lannister at that. No matter how different from his sister he appeared to be. No matter all the good things Tyrion spoke of him, or how honourable Brienne claimed he was. None of that mattered, because there were plenty of good and honourable people around, and Lady wasn’t throwing herself at them.

It seemed that it only took Jaime a few days to get comfortable with his place at Winterfell. Comfortable enough that he had stopped hiding that smirk he got whenever Lady showcased her preference in front of her. Comfortable enough that he had tossed in a, “Now you go off to bed with your mistress. I know you’d much rather come with me, but she’s much more important. Do protect her.”

To Sansa’s total and utter indignation, of course.

“Ser Jaime, if you’re quite finished buttering up my wolf, you ought to think about getting some rest. I hear your training has been difficult, and you need all the strength you can muster.”

The man had straightened up and smirked at her, a hint of the previously arrogant golden boy she assumed he had been. “Lady Sansa, are you perhaps jealous?”

“Jealous!?”

“That’s what I said, yes.”

“Lady,” she snapped, more insistently, until the wolf walked back towards her. Jaw clenched, she met the man’s eyes. “Good night, Ser Jaime.”

With a whirl of her cloak, she turned around to leave, and she could’ve sworn she heard a laughing, “Goodnight, my Lady,” from behind her as she went.

–

Sansa tried to bargain.

“Will you tell me what it is? Am I not paying you enough attention?” Fingers carefully and gently stroking the wolf’s fur at night, the warmth of her large body over her making her feel impossibly hot. “I have duties to attend to now, Lady. Is this about that? What do you see in him?”

What did she see in him?

Smart as she was, Lady was still an animal, and she could hardly recognise that a man was handsome. Resentment or not, Sansa could admit that Jaime Lannister was still as handsome as she’d found him when they’d first crossed paths so many years ago. So what was the appeal of him? It kept her up for hours until she dozed off restlessly.

Still, Lady was relentless, and Sansa found herself becoming more and more aware of the Lannister’s presence, as if she herself was being attuned to him the way her wolf seemed to be. She walked into a room and sought him out at the same time Lady did. There was no prying her away from him now over supper, so she’d taken to sitting at his table, where little to nobody else would sit.

People talked, of course. How could they not? Lady had only ever had eyes for Sansa before this. And now here she was, like a common whore, curled at his feet.

“You’re wrong, you know,” Jaime told her conversationally on one of such occasions. “I briefly met your brother’s direwolf once. Robb’s. Almost tore my face off, if I remember correctly.”

Sansa’s eyes flitted between his face and her food. “You probably deserved it.”

A dry laugh. “Are you always so quick to judge, my lady?”

“A wolf’s instinct is never wrong.”

And Jaime was once again in her field of vision, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. “I suppose it’s a matter of time, then. Before you find me as charming as Lady clearly does.”

Sansa had not known how to respond to that.

–

The first battle rolled around sooner than they had all been expecting.

First, because when it was over, it was agreed that the numbers were low. Much too low. There would be more, they knew. They lost many good people. It appeared that everybody had been steeling themselves for this moment, that when it came around, nobody had the spirits to mourn.

There had been a moment, amidst the chaos of the night and the screams and distant sound of swords and shields clanging against each other, while Sansa waited with the other ladies in the Hall, that Lady had bristled.

She had been alert at her side the whole time up until then. And then, without warning, her muscles had gone taut, lip pulled back into a snarl and before Sansa could ask her what was wrong, she had taken off.

The desperate call of “Lady!” that Sansa had attempted had been futile, as she had expected it to be.

Dawn had risen, and Jon had stormed into the hall to announce their small victory, and asked for all hands to help with the wounded.

Jaime Lannister was wounded.

A leg cut, not too deep, nothing that couldn’t be wrapped up according to their Maester, and there was Lady, covered in mud and blood, refusing to leave his side.

“She came out of nowhere, my lady,” Brienne had told her when she’d gone to see him. “Ser Jaime had stepped in to cover my back when a wave of the dead came at us, and I saw him surrounded, falling off the wall. I was fending them off myself, and then your wolf – Lady – she was on them, ripping them apart and the last thing I saw was her dragging him away from the battle.

And gods, Sansa wished she could say she was surprised to hear this, that this was where Lady had leapt to when she’d left her, but no. For whatever reason, Lady had decided that Jaime Lannister was worth her love and protection.

What was Sansa to do but accept it?

Perhaps Lady knew something after all.

–

“I believe I owe your direwolf my life.”

Sansa looked up from the letter she’d been reading towards the door of her chambers, where Jaime stood, leg bandaged but otherwise looking healthy. “So I hear,” she responded, not even blinking as Lady stood up from her side to walk over to him and start licking at his hand.

Jaime stayed silent for a moment. “Does it bother you so much?” he asked after a while, and she found him looking at Lady.

This was not making her look good. Sansa heaved a sigh, pushing herself to her feet and walking over to them, letting her fingers scratch behind Lady’s ears slowly. “I’m happy she saved your life. I hear you were brave.”

Another silence, and Jaime turned his face up to her. After a beat, she did the same, and found her stomach leaping slightly, fingers stilling on Lady’s head.

“She’s a smart one. Too smart.” A nod, and a small hint of a smile. Sansa didn’t know if it was a bitter one or now. “She takes after you in a lot of ways.”

The compliment took Sansa by surprise. What was she to say to that?

She was saved from responding by Jaime continuing. “I hope you’ll learn to trust me, too.”

Without another word, he gave a curt nod and walked away, leaving her to wonder what on earth had just transpired between them.

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Devil Sent from Heaven

Hey I wrote an introductory thing for Morael lmao. Sorta- its mostly from Black Hat’s perspective. He might be ooc bc I’ve never really written an actual one shot/full on scenario for him lmao.

@rocksinmuffin (it wont let me tag u idk why) i wrote the thing

Despite his hatred for interacting with lesser villains, Black Hat loved throwing his little auction-parties. Villains from all around would throw their money at him, in hopes of getting their grubby hands on his doctor’s newest inventions. The ones that don’t win the inventions usually leave noticeable “donations”, in hopes of getting on the demon’s good side.

The demon doesn’t have a good side, but no one needs to know that.

He hears some gossip from a couple villain-wannabes by the buffet table. Mora’s on her way. That made him mildly curious. Who the hell is Mora? Some new villain that everyone thinks is aiming to be the next /Him/?

He couldn’t help but scoff at the idea. The woman was probably just particularly pretty, if the humans got so excited about her being on the way. Oh well. As long as she spent her money and didn’t just lounge around, he’d be fine with some pathetic little thing coming in.

He was fine with how his party was going, until he felt a… strange sensation crawl along his spine. His brow furrowed, confusion and annoyance crossing his features. Did someone bring in a blessed item? Something covered in holy water?

One of the lesser villains- a nerdy little thing dressed in the worst spandex suit- immediately started swooning, saying to his friends that “she’s here”. A small buzz picked up as Black Hat looked over.

His eye widened, and a sneer settled on his face.

She was ethereal- an unnatural glow to her that seemed to take up the room. It made his eyes burn and his head hurt just looking at her. The humans in the vicinity immediately became infatuated at her arrival, much to his disgust. He struggled to keep his form intact, feeling the urge to shift into something less human.

He grabbed the sad, nerdy little villain by the back of his suit, yanking him closer and demanding that he be told who the /hell/ that woman was.

“Th-that’s Morael,” the worm stuttered. “She’s the new villain that’s popped up, kidnapping and b-brainwashing our rivals-” A villain? /That/ creature? Interesting.

Without letting him finish, Black Hat dropped the bug back onto his feet. As much as he didn’t want to, he HAD to meet her now.

She looked up as he approached, meeting his eye. He expected a reserved stare, but was met with cold eyes and an even colder smile. Se pushed through the small group of admirers- and possible clients- to meet him halfway. His skin itched and burned in her presence, making him smirk slightly.

“So, you’re the infamous Black Hat,” she murmured, her smooth voice grating on his eardrums. She held a hand out, smile widening into a knowing grin. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Morael.”

He shook her hand, gripping tighter than he would with any human. He felt his skin melt at the contact, and he suppressed a small hiss that threatened to escape him. He pulled back from the greeting, putting his hands behind his back as it healed.

“I can’t say I’ve heard much about you, yet. Many seem to think you’re a notable upcoming villain,” Black Hat said, eyeing her up. She was smaller than him by a good foot- although, him being nearly 7 feet tall dwarfed almost anyone. Her green eyes seemed to glow with the same aura that her skin held. It made him sick.

“They’re right,” she said simply, folding her hands in front of her and holding them at her waist. “I’ve helped take control of the annoying hero populace- a lot of them are now minions for their previous nemesis. And some of them are simply my own little helpers, now.” She was sure of herself, that much was certain. As much as he hated to admit it, he liked her confidence. It still annoyed him, but he could respect it.

He motioned towards the buffet table, away from her little entourage. As disappointed as they were, she followed the demon’s lead. She indulged in some of the food Flug and 505 prepared for tonight, much to his surprise. Ironically, she went for the devil’s food cake. From her small smile, she was aware of the silent joke.

“And what do you have to gain from such a business, if I may ask,” he grunted, pushing away the nerdy little parasite that he was getting information out of before. The man huffed slightly, going back to stuffing his face with crab cakes. Black Hat held back a sneer as he turned his attention back to the woman in front of him.

“What do you mean? A business in getting rid of their enemies is all a villain could ask for. If you’re worried about your profits, don’t worry- many prefer to just kill their enemies rather than enslave them. Besides,” she grinned- an evil look to match one of his own. “Humans are just so cute when they’re brought to me. The money is good, too. What else could a girl ask for?” Black Hat scoffed.

“Since when do YOUR kind think of humans in any other way than something to be protected- like the infants they are.” She chuckled- a small, evil sound that sent chills down everyone’s spines. Eavesdroppers were sweating, much to the demon’s annoyance.

“Oh, my dear demon…” Those eyes that were shining changed, a darker expression crossing her face as she took a sip out of a wine glass.

“I’m not in Heaven for a reason.” Her tone said enough. He stared at her for a moment, before a sharp grin nearly split his cheeks. He barked out a laugh, making eavesdroppers flinch and move away.

“Well, aren’t you an interesting one,” he growled, moving to cross his arms. She laughed out a small “glad you think so”, turning back to her food.

He wanted to continue the conversation, but Flug just had to waltz in and remind him that it was time for the silent auction. Black Hat snarled, making the doctor flinch and run away. He stomped off angrily, ignoring the giggling coming from the angel behind him.

The items and notepads were put on display, and everyone was encouraged to go around and bet as much as possible.

Black Hat stood on a stage, watching the villain wannabes scurry around. He caught sight of Morael, strutting towards where the good doctor himself was standing. He jumped when her hand landed on his arm.

“Mind explaining your inventions to me, my dear?” “U-u-uh… There are c-cards that tell you what each item does-” “Oh, I know, but I want to hear exactly how they work from the genius that made them.” Black Hat could hear the doctor’s heart rate rise. It sickened him, watching as Flug led her around and stuttered out explanations of each device. Humans were such easy creatures to manipulate, especially if you’re a pretty woman. Bat your eyelashes and they do your bidding.

The demon let out a small huff-like chuckle. So that’s how she did things, hm? Everyone has their own ways. He just prefers intimidating his underlings.

She seemed drawn to a little recording device. The item in question helped with mind control- all the user had to do was record a special track and the device would sedate and indoctrinate whoever wore the headset. Considering what she does for a living, Black Hat isn’t too surprised she bid on that one.

She sent Flug off, and he scurried away to calm himself. The woman stayed near the mind control device, immediately upping her price whenever someone tried to outbid her. Not that many even dared to get close to her obvious claim.

Unsurprisingly, she was the last person to bid on that particular device, by the end of the auction.

Flug and Black Hat went over the bid sheets, while 505 went around to clean any leftover mess. Unbeknownst to the demon, Morael started cooing over the bear and keeping him from finishing his work.

Flug nearly choked when they got to Morael’s bid sheet. His boss looked over, eyes widening. Her bid was nearly five times what the base price was. Oh, Black Hat definitely found this angel interesting.

When it was time to call her to the table to grab her prize, Flug’s throat seemed to tighten up when he tried to call her name. Black Hat rolled his eyes, forgetting how easily humans become infatuated with non-human creatures. He saved himself the time and called her up, himself.

She sauntered up to the table, taking her boxed-up mind control device. She took it with a thank you, before sliding a card onto the table. He took it, seeing it was her contact information.

“Perhaps, if you ever need my services, you could contact me. I’m sure we could do great business together,” she purred, a subtle… tone to her voice that caused his ears to ring. From the way Flug shook his head, and reached under his bag to scratch and rub at his ear, it had more of an effect on him.

Black Hat couldn’t help but smirk, before pulling out his own business card. He passed it to her, watching as the tainted card burned her skin. Not that her own card didn’t sting in his grasp. She put the card into her bag, a pleasant smile on her face.

“Until next time, Black Hat.”

He watched her go, eyes lingering on the bare back her dress leaves free. Large scars littered along her shoulder blades. A tell-tale sign of an angel- fallen or not.

He stared until she was out of sight, a sinister grin on his face. Normally, he wouldn’t bother working with someone, but this woman was an interesting thing.

That… and he has to make sure she trying to take his spot as top villain, of course.

“Flug,” he growled, handing the business card to the nervous doctor. He nearly dropped it, making Black Hat roll his eyes.

“Set up an appointment with Miss Mind Control. I want see if we can do a… collaboration.” The way the demon snarled the sentence out unsettled the doctor, but like hell he’d say anything.

He let Flug handle the rest of the bidders, opting to lean back and think. He has to decide what he wants to propose in his future meeting with the devil from above, after all.

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10 Quotes From Cheers That Are Still Hilarious Today | ScreenRant

Want to go where everybody knows your name? Cheers is just the place for you! This sitcom is filled with loveable and iconic characters, such as Coach, Woody, and Cliff. The classic '80s show is also loaded with laughs that are so quick-witted and brilliant, it'll make you want to rewatch the entire series all over again.

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Although the series was on the air nearly three decades ago, it still holds up as one of the funniest sitcoms of all time. Let's look back at some of the funniest quotes from Cheers that are still absolutely hilarious today!

10 "IF IGNORANCE IS BLISS, THIS IS EDEN"

Most sitcoms have at least one normal character out of the bunch. They serve as the person who actively observes all of the chaos around them and reacts to the nonsense that derives from the more outlandish characters. Diane often believes that she is this "normal" character and that she is the only sane one out of the bunch, but in fact, this is far from the truth.

Diane has her own quirks, yet she feels as though she is surrounded by idiot barbarians at the bar and that she is the only intellectual in the vicinity. Because of this, she's always stating hilarious lines like this, in an attempt to put the rather ignorant bar-goers in check. Her attempts never seem to work, and often only make things worse.

9 "HOW'S LIFE TREATING YOU, NORM?" "LIKE I RAN OVER ITS DOG."

Cheers is different from most classic sitcoms in the sense that it reveals a grittier depiction of reality, as opposed to a handful of cheery shows of its time such as Full House and Happy Days. What makes the bar-based sitcom work so well is its mixture of realism and wish fulfillment. Although the characters on Cheers face a lot of the day to day issues that we ourselves can often relate to, there is still something warm and romantic about the series as well.

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It depicts a sense of community that most people yearn for. Because of this, the series seems to have the perfect mix of sitcom-style fantasy and cynical reality. We can always count on Norm to deliver that healthy dose of cynicism which prevents the series from entering "sappy" territory.

8 "WOMEN. YOU CAN'T LIVE WITH THEM. PASS THE BEER NUTS."

One of the most popular running gags on Cheers comes from Norm's terrible relationship with his wife, Vera. The funniest part is, we never actually get to see Vera. She feels more like the butt of a long-running joke than an actual character to us, but she always provides Norm Peterson with an abundance of hilarious one-liners that address the cynical side of romance- Or lack thereof.

We do eventually learn as the series progresses that Norm loves his wife dearly and cares about her as well. At least there is some hope!

7 "I LIKE RAT PARTS, IT'S MY FAVORITE PART OF THE HOT DOG."

Sam will do absolutely anything to piss off Diane, especially when he feels as though she is being a "know-it-all". If Diane makes fun of Sam for eating hot dogs that she believes are filled with "rat parts", Sam will simply tell his on-and-off lover that the rat parts are his favorite part.

These two are constantly butting heads on moral issues and they will somehow find a way to get into an argument on any subject, including hot dogs. Now that's impressive!

6 "SAM, CAN I HAVE BRIEF WORD WITH YOU?"  "I SUPPOSE YOU COULD, BUT I DOUBT IT."

The truth of the matter is, Diane doesn't know how to be brief. It is not a part of how she functions as a human being and it is certainly not in her dictionary. The brainiac waitress often goes on and on about subjects that are almost always irrelevant to the conversation at hand.

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She loves to show off her knowledge and intellect when it comes to her cultured literary background, and although it drives Sam (and the rest of the bar) absolutely nuts, it's one of the many reasons why we love her character so much.

5 "WHAT ARE YOU UP TO NORM?" "MY IDEAL WEIGHT. IF I WERE 11 FEET TALL"

Funnily enough, Norm is such a regular at the bar that when he first started showing up to Cheers, he was described as "the skinny guy at the end of the bar." Oh, how things have changed... unfortunately, that's what happens when you drown your sorrows with endless bottles of beer.

It's the only way Norm thinks he can get through the day, and he is almost always the last customer at the bar during closing time. Because of his consistency as a customer at Cheers, he is basically a part of the family and knows the staff as though they were his own flesh and blood.

4 "I THOUGHT YOU WERE SEEING SOMEONE." "HIS FINGERPRINTS GREW BACK. HE HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY."

Classic Carla. Always dating men who are absolutely terrible for her. Perhaps she is looking for a man in her life who can match her level of cruelty and evil because she obviously only digs criminal bad boys. Remember Nick Tortelli?

He was just the absolute worst, which means he was obviously Carla's type! He did have a few tricks up his sleeve though that even Diane could admit were swoon-worthy.

3 "I DESCRIBED YOU IN TERMS WHICH WERE ABSOLUTELY GLOWING. WHICH IS EXACTLY HOW I WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU IN HELL."

Lilith on Cheers is known for her stoic ways and she will throw ice cold digs at anyone who attempts to get in her way. If you're expecting a bright and bubbly woman, Lilith is pretty much the polar opposite. People say there is a significant drop in temperature whenever the cold lady walks into a room, and honestly, this just further emphasizes how much of a badass she is.

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Her chilly remarks are so quick-witted and sharp that we want to rewatch all of Cheers just to see her best scenes again.

2 "OOH, A COMPLETELY UNPROVOKED PERSONAL ATTACK. I LIKE IT!"

Carla is the queen of mean and her field of expertise is creating "unprovoked personal attacks" at the drop of a hat. Her wisecracks when it comes to the people she surrounds herself with are most often uncalled for (and sometimes downright cruel) but it's strangely comforting to know that at the very least, Carla is consistent with her crass remarks.

Never does the waitress ever attempt to be anything that she's not. What you see is what you get, folks.

1 "IT'S A DOG EAT DOG WORLD AND I'M WEARING MILKBONE UNDERWEAR"

The best thing about Cheers is its cynical sense of humor. The series paints a picture of real-life people in realistic scenarios that aren't always as sunny and grand as most Hollywood sitcoms would prefer to depict their TV shows.

We can identify with Sam, Diane, Norm, and Carla because like most people, they don't have their lives figured out in the way they probably would've hoped for. This is especially so for Norm, who uses his humorous remarks in order to deal with the fact that he's in a terrible marriage and he's unemployed.

What is your favorite Cheers quote?

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10 Quotes From Cheers That Are Still Hilarious Today | ScreenRant – Screen Rant

Want to go where everybody knows your name? Cheers is just the place for you! This sitcom is filled with loveable and iconic characters, such as Coach, Woody, and Cliff. The classic ’80s show is also loaded with laughs that are so quick-witted and brilliant, it’ll make you want to rewatch the entire series all over again.

RELATED: 10 Things That Make No Sense In Cheers

Although the series was on the air nearly three decades ago, it still holds up as one of the funniest sitcoms of all time. Let’s look back at some of the funniest quotes from Cheers that are still absolutely hilarious today!

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10 “IF IGNORANCE IS BLISS, THIS IS EDEN”

Most sitcoms have at least one normal character out of the bunch. They serve as the person who actively observes all of the chaos around them and reacts to the nonsense that derives from the more outlandish characters. Diane often believes that she is this “normal” character and that she is the only sane one out of the bunch, but in fact, this is far from the truth.

Diane has her own quirks, yet she feels as though she is surrounded by idiot barbarians at the bar and that she is the only intellectual in the vicinity. Because of this, she’s always stating hilarious lines like this, in an attempt to put the rather ignorant bar-goers in check. Her attempts never seem to work, and often only make things worse.

9 “HOW’S LIFE TREATING YOU, NORM?” “LIKE I RAN OVER ITS DOG.”

Cheers is different from most classic sitcoms in the sense that it reveals a grittier depiction of reality, as opposed to a handful of cheery shows of its time such as Full House and Happy Days. What makes the bar-based sitcom work so well is its mixture of realism and wish fulfillment. Although the characters on Cheers face a lot of the day to day issues that we ourselves can often relate to, there is still something warm and romantic about the series as well.

RELATED: The Myers-Briggs® Types Of Cheers Characters

It depicts a sense of community that most people yearn for. Because of this, the series seems to have the perfect mix of sitcom-style fantasy and cynical reality. We can always count on Norm to deliver that healthy dose of cynicism which prevents the series from entering “sappy” territory.

8 “WOMEN. YOU CAN’T LIVE WITH THEM. PASS THE BEER NUTS.”

One of the most popular running gags on Cheers comes from Norm’s terrible relationship with his wife, Vera. The funniest part is, we never actually get to see Vera. She feels more like the butt of a long-running joke than an actual character to us, but she always provides Norm Peterson with an abundance of hilarious one-liners that address the cynical side of romance- Or lack thereof.

We do eventually learn as the series progresses that Norm loves his wife dearly and cares about her as well. At least there is some hope!

7 “I LIKE RAT PARTS, IT’S MY FAVORITE PART OF THE HOT DOG.”

Sam will do absolutely anything to piss off Diane, especially when he feels as though she is being a “know-it-all”. If Diane makes fun of Sam for eating hot dogs that she believes are filled with “rat parts”, Sam will simply tell his on-and-off lover that the rat parts are his favorite part.

These two are constantly butting heads on moral issues and they will somehow find a way to get into an argument on any subject, including hot dogs. Now that’s impressive!

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6 “SAM, CAN I HAVE BRIEF WORD WITH YOU?”  “I SUPPOSE YOU COULD, BUT I DOUBT IT.”

The truth of the matter is, Diane doesn’t know how to be brief. It is not a part of how she functions as a human being and it is certainly not in her dictionary. The brainiac waitress often goes on and on about subjects that are almost always irrelevant to the conversation at hand.

RELATED: 10 Huge Stars We All Forgot Appeared On Cheers

She loves to show off her knowledge and intellect when it comes to her cultured literary background, and although it drives Sam (and the rest of the bar) absolutely nuts, it’s one of the many reasons why we love her character so much.

5 “WHAT ARE YOU UP TO NORM?” “MY IDEAL WEIGHT. IF I WERE 11 FEET TALL”

Funnily enough, Norm is such a regular at the bar that when he first started showing up to Cheers, he was described as “the skinny guy at the end of the bar.” Oh, how things have changed… unfortunately, that’s what happens when you drown your sorrows with endless bottles of beer.

It’s the only way Norm thinks he can get through the day, and he is almost always the last customer at the bar during closing time. Because of his consistency as a customer at Cheers, he is basically a part of the family and knows the staff as though they were his own flesh and blood.

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4 “I THOUGHT YOU WERE SEEING SOMEONE.” “HIS FINGERPRINTS GREW BACK. HE HAD TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY.”

Classic Carla. Always dating men who are absolutely terrible for her. Perhaps she is looking for a man in her life who can match her level of cruelty and evil because she obviously only digs criminal bad boys. Remember Nick Tortelli?

He was just the absolute worst, which means he was obviously Carla’s type! He did have a few tricks up his sleeve though that even Diane could admit were swoon-worthy.

3 “I DESCRIBED YOU IN TERMS WHICH WERE ABSOLUTELY GLOWING. WHICH IS EXACTLY HOW I WOULD LIKE TO SEE YOU IN HELL.”

Lilith on Cheers is known for her stoic ways and she will throw ice cold digs at anyone who attempts to get in her way. If you’re expecting a bright and bubbly woman, Lilith is pretty much the polar opposite. People say there is a significant drop in temperature whenever the cold lady walks into a room, and honestly, this just further emphasizes how much of a badass she is.

RELATED: 10 Things From Cheers That Have Not Aged Well

Her chilly remarks are so quick-witted and sharp that we want to rewatch all of Cheers just to see her best scenes again.

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2 “OOH, A COMPLETELY UNPROVOKED PERSONAL ATTACK. I LIKE IT!”

Carla is the queen of mean and her field of expertise is creating “unprovoked personal attacks” at the drop of a hat. Her wisecracks when it comes to the people she surrounds herself with are most often uncalled for (and sometimes downright cruel) but it’s strangely comforting to know that at the very least, Carla is consistent with her crass remarks.

Never does the waitress ever attempt to be anything that she’s not. What you see is what you get, folks.

1 “IT’S A DOG EAT DOG WORLD AND I’M WEARING MILKBONE UNDERWEAR”

The best thing about Cheers is its cynical sense of humor. The series paints a picture of real-life people in realistic scenarios that aren’t always as sunny and grand as most Hollywood sitcoms would prefer to depict their TV shows.

We can identify with Sam, Diane, Norm, and Carla because like most people, they don’t have their lives figured out in the way they probably would’ve hoped for. This is especially so for Norm, who uses his humorous remarks in order to deal with the fact that he’s in a terrible marriage and he’s unemployed.

What is your favorite Cheers quote?

NEXT: Cheers: 10 Hidden Details About The Main Characters Everyone Missed

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Leaving Darkness Behind 11

Chapter 11

As the end of Khan’s trial neared, Jenna didn’t see Chris much at all, but she was now kept much too busy with rehab and and getting back on her feet. As Chris had warned her, it was hard, painful, frustrating and left her in tears multiple times, but she could feel her strength returning and knew it was worth it. Bones and Phil were very encouraging and didn’t let her consider giving up, for which she was very thankful the day she was able to walk across the room unassisted.

“I feel like a toddler again,” Jenna panted, making an annoyed face at her own slow pace. “I can’t wait to be able to really get around.”

“You’re getting there,” Phil said, looking pleased at her efforts. “Soon you’ll be racing around like a dervish and driving us all wild: Command types usually do.”

“I take it you speak from your vast experience with a certain stubborn Admiral?” She returned, with an interested gleam in her eyes.

“Him and many others. You should really ask him about the incident on the swamp planetoid of MT107. He was laid up for weeks. Bellyached the whole time.”

“Oh, I certainly will,” Jenna agreed readily. “Speaking Of Chris, do either of you know why he’s acting so weird around me lately? One minute, he’s all concern and super attentive, the next, he suddenly acts all stiff and distant and reacts like I’ve burned him by being in the vicinity. It’s really strange.”

“It might be the stress of the investigation and trial,” Winona suggested. “He might be just worn out from that.”

“If That was the case this would have started weeks ago. It’s only been ten days of his erratic behavior,” Jenna pointed out. “What say you, Doc? You know him better than any of us.”

“It’s not my place to tell,” Boyce sighed. “Chris is working through some things he’s got to deal with in his own time. I’ve tried to get him to see reason, but he’s not ready yet. None of it is your fault, though, Jen, and he certainly isn’t mad at you. Occasionally irritated yes, mad, never.”

“That’s only when I break the Prime Directive and try to lie about it,” Jen said ruefully, never forgetting how upset he’d been when he’d called her out on it. Seeing as how she wasn’t getting any more information out of Phil, she reluctantly let the conversation turn back to her continued therapy schedule, hoping that she’d get to welcome Chris from her feet the next time he Came.

What even Phil didn’t know was that Chris’s off behavior had been precipitated by his viewing of the security tapes from the Enterprise, including Jenna’s thought- to-be last conversation with Spock as she was dying. It had upset him more than he thought possible, the feeble smile she gave the Vulcan when he admitted they were friends ruined his composure and he sat staring blankly at the console for a long time afterward.

“I’m such an idiot,” he muttered to himself, the day he finally allowed himself to admit why she affected him so much. “Dammit, Phil was right. I’m in love with that crazy woman. Now what do I do?”

Unfortunately, this caused him to be more self conscious when he was around Jenna and led to the confusing body language as he was torn between wanting to be as close as possible and avoiding coming on too strong or looking like a creepy old man. Perhaps a little communication could have cleared this up, but Chris was still trapped by his fear of confessing his love. He buried himself deep in work to put it off as long as possible, hoping if he ignored the whole thing, it would just go away.

As often happens, this method of coping failed miserably and Phil threatened to declare him unfit for duty if he didn’t take a break.

“Chris, please just talk to her,” The exasperated surgeon general exhorted, the same afternoon he’d had to dodge Jen’s questions “She’s starting to notice you’re acting strange and is drawing the wrong conclusions. There’s only so long I can cover for you until she confronts you herself.”

“I know,” the admiral groaned. “There’s nothing else to do. What if she’s grossed out, though? I’m not exactly a spring chicken anymore.”

“Trust me,” Phil said kindly and meaningfully, “there’s no chance of her being repulsed. Now, get going. She’s expecting you.”

Now admirals don’t usually skulk, but Chris practically tiptoed to Jen’s room like a misbehaving schoolboy fearful of being caught. This was it. McCoy gave him a funny look as they passed, probably wondering what in the world was going on. If the man only knew, Chris thought. Well, he probably did.

Jen was sitting up reading when he Came in. The usual smile lit up her face when he Came in And she beckoned him in to his usual seat.

“Well, hey there. I thought you were busy doing important Admiral stuff. You never come at this time of day.”

“My meddling Doctor friend decided I was overdoing it and made me remove myself from the active investigation,” Chris admitted in a disgruntled tone.

“Good for him,” Jen said unsympathetically. “I was really starting to worry about you. You looked way too stressed.”

Chris shot her a betrayed look. “You too? I thought you of all people would understand my plight.”

“I do, but I also want you healthy, Chris,” she told him gently. “I’ve missed you. The few times you’ve been here, you’ve had your mind on other things and it was obvious. I think they’ll be able to get by without you now that the biggest part is over.”

“Maybe,” He said somewhat doubtfully, knowing Komack and Nogura too well to completely believe that. “Oh well. What’s done is done. I have been negligent of my favorite captain lately. I’ve come to put an end to that and explain my recent behavior.”

Jen perked up. “I knew there was something going on! C’mon, spill it. I promise to not judge you.”

He smiled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck as he faced the moment of truth.

“Well, i May have watched some of the security tape from the Enterprise which was more than a little enlightening and very disturbing at the same time.”

Jen grimaced. “Yeah. I’m not really proud of my actions there: forcing Scotty to resign and then almost committing murder myself. Thank goodness for Spock talking me out of it.”

“That wasn’t what threw me, though, Jen,” he admitted. “I........saw the tape from engineering.”

“Oh,” she said quietly, twisting the sheets in her hands. “So you saw my ugly demise?”

“More like selfless sacrifice,” he reminded her. “Couldn’t be more proud of you, even though it just about destroyed me to watch. I’m glad Spock was there for you.”

“So am I,” she admitted. “Despite our earlier disagreements, he really is the perfect first officer and.....friend. But that’s not what you’re getting at, is it?”

“No,” he said, plowing ahead determinedly, looking her straight in the eye. “Jen, I’ve been in denial for a long time and knowing what happened forced me to face the facts: I can’t stand the thought of ever losing you for good. You’ve unknowingly run off with my heart, Jen and I finally realized it. That’s what’s thrown me for a loop.”

Jen’s bright blue eyes had grown round and misty as he spoke and her reaction was far from what he’d expected, but yet fit with what Winona and Phil had been trying to tell him. She reached over and took hold of his hand, smooth on top of rough, and said softly, “I’ll be sure to take good care of your heart, Chris. Will you take care of mine? It’s been yours for awhile now.”

“You mean?....” he started, looking at her intensely.

“Yep,” she finished, smiling brightly. “Did you see what I tried to do to Khan, when I thought he’d murdered you?”

“Uhura told me,” he said. “But there are other reasons you could have been compromised, so I didn’t take particular note of it. The last thing I’d want to do is assume something like that. You might have been repulsed by the idea.”

“Repulsed? By you?” Jen exclaimed. “Are you aware of how many cadets longed to be in your classes? Or shamelessly ogled you? Or how we used to inwardly swoon over you? I still do, by the way.”

She added a wink and a smirk and Chris turned red.

“It’s the uniform,” he muttered, remembering the flocks of giggling cadets that used to annoy him so much.

“Maybe for them. Not for me,” Jen declared. “I think you’re awesome no matter what you wear. So, we’re clear on the whole “I love you, you love me” thing? If not, I’ll gladly do more convincing.”

He smiled at her and squeezed her hand. “If I’m thinking what you’re thinking, I’m definitely not averse to some more....persuasion.”

Jenna giggled happily at the change in his voice and leaned forward to meet his kiss. Bones would be insufferable about this tomorrow, but who cared?