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ridestomars · 9 months

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GIRL U WANT – S. HARRINGTON

𖥻 summary: steve harrington is in love with his coworker, y/n, and max mayfield can't stand how annoying a lovesick steve is. 𖥻 pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader 𖥻 warnings: y/n is used!! it's kinda told from max's point of view. idiots in love (obv), max and steve have a little sister-older brother relationship. bad grammar ig. not proofread (yk the deal). 3k-ish words.

💭 liv's thoughts: look at me rewriting my wip list works. this is another one that has been sitting on my docs page for ages, and i finally got the courage to fulfill it. i hope you guys like it!

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU'RE UNDER SIXTEEN.

“Look at you with your mouth watering, look at you with your mind spinnin'. Why don't we just admit it's all over? She's just the girl you want”.

People say patience is a virtue, but Maxine Mayfield begs to differ.

She doesn't believe in that "good things come for those who wait" crap, because nothing nice ever came her way for just standing there until something happened. The only thing she got from waiting around was a terrible yearning sensation of what could have been if she wasn't such a wimp. That is why Max doesn't exercise the righteous quality of patience, preferring her natural impulsiveness instead. Her restlessness is just too precious not to be used – Seventeen magazine insists on telling her that it's just a thing Aries girls do.

Her effort usually pays off, but when it doesn't, there is nothing better than a "fuck you" to tend the wounds. Rejection is always a possibility, but being disappointed because of it isn't, and with time, you learn how to deal with the negative responses… despite that, Max likes to consider herself too persuasive to ever be declined.

But she has to admit that her intrinsic sense of fearlessness can make her a little insensitive when it comes to people's fear of rejection because, to her, it's just all so simple. Though she tries to be understanding, others' stupidity can become a bit too much for her to handle, and she almost always finds herself on the verge of scolding them for their inability to be bold. It was like when she first started dating Lucas: she had a very serious talk with him about his embarrassment to complain about his wrong orders to the servers because he fears being met with a rude attitude – she still walks up to the workers to point out that his order came with pickles when he didn't want any, but just because it's him.

For some time now, Max found herself in an annoying situation. Over her boring vacation evenings, she began visiting Family Video a lot, and began picking up on something that grew to be infuriating: Steve's and Y/N's constant bullshit. Their (initial) quiet pining was cute, at first, because it made her feel like she was watching a real-life rom-com, with an exciting "will they or won't they?" plot line… reminiscent of the late-nights where she would pretend to be asleep on the living room couch to catch the new Cheers episode, to see if Diane and Sam would finally get together. Yet, as the days passed and their never-ending coyness appeared to only grow stronger, her hopes started to falter. In fact, the situation began to get so obvious that it started to get on her nerves. Big time.

She was an observer, and easily noticed the lingering looks as they talked, one getting distracted by the other's lips, or the way their brows furrowed when attempting to flirt. Or the jealous blush that dusted over Steve's cheeks whenever he saw you talking to a good-looking customer. And then, whenever you weren't at work, she hears his grumpy huffs that turn into infatuated sighs as soon as you walk through the door, apologizing for being late. It wasn't hard to miss your affectionate words about him when he wasn't around, as if talking about your co-worker would make his absence more tolerable.

What was sweet, quickly turned into tiresome when the instances of you two almost kissing turn into a daily thing. She can't count the times when she caught Steve leaning his face closer to yours, taking the courage to make his move, but right at the last second… the plan totally backfires. You either bump heads (Max physically cringes whenever she remembers the scene) or too distracted, ended up turning away from the other. Either option brought a burning ache to the chest.

The blatant crush you have on each other followed Max everywhere she goes as if she was doomed to hear about it until the end of times. Steve was never necessarily reserved about his infatuation – although it seemed like everyone knew about it, except the one person that should –, and since he gives her rides everywhere, she found herself listening to him babble about the gorgeous gleam in your eyes and your shiny hair. The guy sees you as something sacred, and yet… he never admits that he actually likes you, despite the fact that you are all he ever talks about.

To him, you are a piece of heaven on Earth, the person who understands him the most and makes him feel good about himself, among other incredibly elaborate platonic compliments.

Max knows Steve is pretty much the most idiotic guy to ever exist, but he isn't stupid. It's obvious that he just doesn't want to admit his feelings because, if he does, he will have to do something about it, and being blind to the fact that you feel the same, he doesn't want to risk it. If things went wrong, his heart wouldn't be able to take it.

The only question roaming Max's head is: he is secure, but at what price?

It all makes days like today even more unbearable.

They have been sitting inside Steve's burgundy BMW for almost five minutes now, with the clear window closed, the A/C turned up to maximum speed, and Madonna's 'True Blue' playing on the radio. After their arrival at Family Video's parking lot, Max had asked for a minute, just one fucking minute, to fix her shoelaces and Steve used it as an opportunity to daydream as he stared out the windshield. His eyes were set ahead, and she didn't need to look to know who he was staring at.

This was starting to get depressing.

"Steve," Max calls, as harsh as ever. "Stop".

As if he had just been electrocuted, Steve turns his head to stare at the fifteen-year-old. Eyebrows furrowed and nostrils flared, he defends himself, "But I'm not doing anything".

"Exactly, you moron," she grumbles. "You gotta tell her".

'No more sadness, I kiss it goodbye. The sun is burs-', Max interrupts Madonna by turning off the radio, stopping any possible distractions.

It's clear that Steve doesn't like where this is going, because his face contorts into that sour annoyed look that makes her take a deep breath. This is going to be difficult.

"Tell what to who?" pretending to be clueless, he purses his lips, but his eyes don't lie, quickly drifting back to Y/N's figure. There was no escape now, not with Max's sharp gaze bearing down on him.

"You're so full of shit".

"Hey! Language, Maxine," he reprimands, "I honestly don't know what you're talking about".

"You're in love with her," she motions to his co-worker who was still blissfully unaware of the car parked outside.

And her words rang as an absurdity to him.

"Max, for the love of-," his protest is interrupted by the girl and the know-it-all tone he hates so much.

"Steve, you're so into her it's ridiculous," her blue eyes narrow at him, hardening her expression. He scoffs, crossing his arms as he looks in the other direction, trying not to give too much away.

They stay like that for a few seconds, with him staring out the window, refusing to take part in the discussion, and Max glaring at his blushing, conflicted face.

But then, he breaks.

"Fine," Steve breathes out, "I mean, I'd make out with her… like, platonically, you know?"

The word comes out as if he had just remembered it existed, and Max doesn't buy it for a second, "You can't make out with someone platonically, Steve".

He takes her harsh delivery with a contemplating face, letting it all sink in. It wasn't groundbreaking, but it did break his argument, and he finds himself agreeing with what she had said… and he gets a grip.

"Why am I listening to a thirteen-year-old?" he mutters, in disbelief. Huffing, Steve turns back at her, already gripping the door handle, "You know what, smarty-pants? I gotta work".

"I'm fifteen, Harrington! And we're not done!"

Max trails behind him as he gets out of the car in a hurry, stepping heavily into the pavement. As Steve bursts through the glass door with the girl in tow, they catch the attention of everyone inside Family Video. He gives you and Robin an embarrassed smile, stepping onto a random aisle, trying to hide from the curious stares.

From the corner of his eye, Steve realizes that he still hasn't gotten rid of the stubborn girl, so he gathers the cluttered tapes and organizes them, in a failed attempt to avoid Max's inquisitive look. Moving the Pretty in Pink tapes around, the redhead crosses her arms, still staring.

"You should learn a thing or two about that movie, you know?" she says with a quiet voice.

"What are you talking about, Mayfield?" he asks with a defeated sigh, clearly getting annoyed by her.

"Duckie didn't do anything about his crush on Andie, and had to settle for being her best friend in the end," she spells it out for him, "While she got to make out with Andrew McCarthy. Arguably more good-looking and charming than Jon Cryer".

Steve rolls his eyes, but the situation does ring out an alarm at the back of his mind. What if… no, let's not go there. "What are you trying to say, wise-ass?"

"I'm saying," she continues, not willing to let him take a breath, "Are you truly willing to miss your shot? Stop being such a coward and go for it!".

"You talk as if I actually have a chance".

There it is.

This was what she wanted to hear.

"Steve, the girl is almost putting up a bright sign saying 'Go for it! Ask me out, you idiot!'".

Drifting his eyes away from the tapes he was organizing, Steve watches as you laugh at something Robin had said. His gaze softens as he contemplates the scene, his hesitancy quavering every time the sound of your laughter reached his ears. This time, seeing the longing look in his eyes made a gentle, sympathetic feeling grow inside Max's chest, so different than the impatient annoyance she was so used to.

"Look, Steve," her green eyes droop with friendly warmth. Though she might say that this is such a rare sight, that is what he sees every day when he talks to her. "I'm just saying what I noticed, and even if I'm wrong, which I'm not, by the way, you gotta take this off your chest. This is your chance!".

Staring down at her, he can only blink. Her encouraging words are settling in his mind, screeching as they do so, and he wonders… the gears inside his head spinning out of control, smoking everything so bad he almost can't see anything. Steve feels a bit out of breath.

But, impatient as always, Max keeps going as if she hasn't just collapsed all of his plans to stay in your friendship's comfort zone. With the wisdom that few possess, she continues, "I know you're still hung up on your Nancy-heartbreak and everything, but you're standing in your own way on this one, Steve. I can't tell you what the future holds, but I'm sure that you'll feel a lot better after you tell her about it".

His intentions to continue ignoring it all are crumbling to dust inside him right now and her words make him feel defenseless, too vulnerable to continue disregarding his own fear of possible rejection.

"That doesn't make sense," he scoffs, though his voice is soft and quiet, "Why would I want to do something like that if I don't know what the outcome is? She might just turn me down, and I don't think I could…"

Eyes drifting back to your breathtaking figure behind the counter, he stops himself before finishing the sentence. His face lit up with an astonishing expression of realization. Steve lets out another defeated sigh… maybe Max was right.

With a knowing smile, she tells him, "Because you know she's worth it".

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Steve has had his head in the clouds ever since his little chat with Max earlier and could barely concentrate on having any work done throughout the rest of his shift. It didn't help that he also couldn't escape the sight of you from any corner of Family Video, and had to take several breaks until closing hours to avoid his head from exploding.

Pacing back and forth inside the employee's break room instead of helping you put everything away (not exactly the top priority on his list right now), Steve tries to muster up even the slightest string of courage to talk to you about his feelings.

Now, on top of being an absolute wimp, he can also add useless when thinking to his list.

He takes a big breath as he replays what Max had said, and almost unconsciously, snippets of Billy Joel's 'Tell Her About It' start echoing with it. The combination was able to help him make an outline of everything he'd like to say to you.

"I like you. I don't want the chance to slip away. It's okay if you don't feel the same. I just wanted to say something before it's too late", he mutters to himself, still walking in circles. "If yes, then, ba-ba-bam, charm her up. If heartbreak, retreat. I'll be fine. Fine. Just fine. A-okay".

Steve feels the same rush as he felt before going to his High School basketball matches, and he can only hope that the results will be far more positive. He takes another deep breath, shaking his arms before he walks over to the door. His fingers touch the door handle, cool under his fingertips. This is his chance. The store was closing, there were no customers around, and Robin had left early for band practice.

Let's do it, he thinks to himself.

Determined and possessed by a sense of overconfidence, Steve snaps the door open, letting it hit the wall with a loud noise. The sudden movement turns your attention on him, and he can feel his cheeks burning bright under your gaze, his faux bravado trembling below the warmth of your eyes. The quizzical look you gave made him question his own ability for the dramatics.

"It, uh, got stuck", he offers an embarrassed smile.

Good. Already starting with a lie.

"Yeah," your expression turns into amusement, "it gets jammed all the time".

The kindness in your voice makes him feel a little better about himself, maybe he wasn't being such a fool in front of you. His heart started to thump inside his chest, blood pumping in his ears like thunder as he walked closer to where you stood, just behind the big counter. With an intense gaze set on your face, he watched as your eyebrows furrow in his direction again.

"Is there something on my face?" you lift your hand up to your cheek, wiping it off in a hurry.

"No! It's just-," he interrupts himself, suddenly realizing that this script wasn't supposed to go this way. What is he meant to say now? Under your expectant gaze, it's not like he can think of anything intelligible. "It's not that".

"Oh, okay," breathing out, seeming relieved by the information, you bring your hand down. With a voice that dripped with curiosity, you ask, "Why we-were you staring, then?"

Steve feels so stupid now that he can only blink down at you, his head getting fuzzy by that cute look in your eyes and the way your lips quirked up, stifling a smile. Yeah, he's a goner.

Before he could actually think about what he was saying, he hears the sound of his voice echoing through the empty video rental store, "I don't wanna be a Duckie".

"What are you talking about?" you laugh out loud, though it's clear that you're not laughing at him. His words took you both by surprise, and he couldn't expect any other reaction.

"Sorry," Steve apologizes, chuckling along, "I didn't mean to say that. What I wanted to say was… well, by the look on your face I think you already know".

Again, he just blurted it out without reflecting on it first. But it was justified.

For the first time, he saw something different in the way you looked up at him. Maybe it was just him being impacted by Max's words, but Steve swears that he has never seen that mellow tenderness gleaming in the color of your eyes before… or at least, he had never noticed it like this. He feels like an even bigger idiot now for not realizing it sooner.

"Know what?" your question comes as a sign of your unawareness of his new understanding, and it makes a sweet smile grow on his face.

"I like you".

The three words come out in a far more relaxed way than he had originally imagined his confession to be. Clearly, his realization made a wave of true confidence wash over his body, putting him back in his element of ease. And to say it out loud was a relief like no other.

But when he was met with no answer, just that shocked look on your face, his smile faltered.

"It's alright if you don't feel the same," he reassures, "I just… I didn't want to keep waiting around, wasting more opportunities by never telling you how I feel, because if you feel the same, I really don't want you to get away just like that. And uh- I don't want to be just your friend, but it's fine if you-"

"I like you too", you talk a bit louder than him, interrupting his train of thought, without any remorse. "I, uh- never said anything because I thought you didn't like me back".

He is still, like a statue in front of you, processing the information.

And it seems like an eternity before he cups your face, the palms of his hands resting warmly over your cheeks. His long fingers graze against your temples, and just the feeling is enough to ease your hammering heart, but as he leans closer to your face, you can feel your own breath ricocheting against his lips.

Steve stares at you through half-lidded eyes, as if he is waiting for your go-ahead. And it's only when you softly nod up at him that he presses his mouth against yours, letting his lips wrap around your bottom lip in a soft, loving peck. His mind was misty with increasing thoughts of you, your candy-flavored lips, and the smooth texture of your cheeks, along with the feel of the roots of your hair on his fingertips. You were breathing in each other in your kiss, and your breath came faltering against the other cheek. It was truly world-shattering, something you had never felt before in your life.

As you slowly, and almost reluctantly so, pull apart, Steve feels a small chuckle bubbling up in his throat. Seeing your amused expression, he smiles.

"We have so much time to make up for".

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luvrlou · 1 year

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Get Out Of Your Own Way

Pairing: Matt Press x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, drug use, underage drinking, Matt is a warning in itself

Summary: Matt Press can never seem to get out of his own way.

A/N: Why is there no Press imagines!

Word Count: 2.1k

If Y/N L/N was asked who she most hated in the entire world, she would answer with Matt Press in a heartbeat. Where to even start with him? Some would say he's a dick others would be straight up and label him a sociopath. Conventionally, he was attractive, tall, had dark hair and always had this mysterious glint in his eye, that's what caused the girl to dislike him even more.

"Halloween, the one night of the year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it," the iconic words of Cady Heron projected from the small tv in Diana's bedroom.

"Di! Is this too much?" Y/N questioned, twirly around the room in a pair of black spandex shorts, a black crop top with purple zip and a witch hat placed messily on her head.

"Some would say not enough babe!" She replied, "put these on," she instructed chucking a pair of black heels towards her friend.

Tonight the two girls were headed to a Halloween party thrown by some kids in the year below, it was in this boy, Brodie's, basement. The pair were invited by a close friend of his called Abby Littman, Y/N didn't know her that well but Diana had known her since she was one year old.

"So what are you being?" Y/N asked the ginger girl sitting on the floor across from her.

"An angel!" She smiled grabbing the wings and halo next to her and placing them on. She stood up and did a spin, "tada!"

"Get your heels on so we can leave," the H/C girl ordered, switching off the tv, "we'll just walk, yeah?"

"Sounds good!" Diana grins, grabbing her friend by the hand and running down her stairs, locking her door behind her and heading in the direction of the party.

"Mothers lock up your sons!" Y/N yells as the pair enter the party hand in hand.

"Y/N and Di are here!" The other girl finished, receiving a chorus of cheers from the massive amount of teenagers in the basement.

"Di, come get a drink with me!" Y/N shouted over the noise.

The pair slipped through mountains of intoxicated people and poured themselves two cups of vodka, lemonade and blackcurrant juice. They clinked cups and downed their drinks giggling softly to each other before pouring themselves the same again.

"Let us mingle!" Diane croaked in a weird voice causing her friend to burst out laughing, they both parted ways and went to mingle.

"Glad to see you embracing your true self as a witch!" A male's voice boomed, followed by an obnoxious giggle.

"Lovely to see you too Matt," She pulled a tight-lipped smile, "Samantha," she nods towards the other girl.

"Awe, don't be so jealous of our Sam," he taunted, pulling a faux pout.

Y/N rolled her eyes, "I'm not jealous, I just don't like her simple as that."

"Don't need to be so rude!" The girl on the couch complained.

"Shut up Samantha," Press quipped before turning to glare at the girl in front of him.

"I'm away for a drink, bye Matty!" Y/N teased, grinning.

"And I'm joining you!" He added, clearly trying to wind her up.

She groaned and made a break for the kitchen.

"So Y/N, you do realise that you're meant to dress up as something for Halloween?" He laughed as she grabbed a bottle of vodka.

"Matt, you do realise that being a dick doesn't need to be your only personality trait?" The girl spat back, filling up her cup with vodka, and adding almost equal part lemonade.

"Woah, you have enough lemonade for your vodka?" Press asked taking the bottle off of her as she attempted to add even more into her cup.

Y/N smiled, "aren't you so cute caring about me," her smile dropped, "now fuck off and play with your little toy, she's waiting for you!"

He grunted in annoyance before walking off with a beer.

"It's shot o'clock!" Abby's voice rang through the small basement. All of the drunken teenagers gathered around the table tennis table and started to pound on it.

A chant of "Tiny sips, tiny flips!" bounced around the walls of the basement as Abby walked around pouring everyone a shot, Y/N stood oppisite Norah, a girl she knew fairly well.

When it came to her and Norah's turn Norah sent Y/N a quick smile before they both grabbed their shots and downed them, they tried to flip their cups, both messing up and sending the cups flying.

"Better luck next time sweet cheeks!" Press cackled his arm hooked around Samantha. Y/N sent the boy a middle finger, causing Diana to burst out laughing from behind her.

"Holy shit Di! You scared me!" Y/N drunkenly chuckled, embracing her friend. The pair walking off, "let's get more shots."

"You know how glad I am to have picked you to be friends with!" Diana commented, stumbling over to the kitchen, Y/N on her arm.

The girls grabbed a bottle of tequila rose and two shot glasses, pouring shots and linking arms, downing them.

"I could drink this all day!" Diana dreamily exclaimed.

"We can!" Y/N cheered, taking the bottle by the neck and pouring some of it down her throat.

Diana snatched the bottle drinking it wistfully slipping to the floor, Y/N joining her. Despite the partygoers coming and going from the kitchen, no one really paid much attention to the two girls tanning the bottle of creamy alcohol.

"Shit it's done," Y/N whined, sliding herself to lie down on the cold floor.

"Oh my, what have I walked in on?" The dreaded man said as he entered the kitchen.

"Oh Matty, be a doll and pass me down one of the vodkas," the intoxicated version of Y/N slurred.

"Absolutely not, get up!" He commanded reaching for Diana's hand, who gratefully took it and stumbled to a stool. Press then went to grab Y/N and haul her to her feet.

"Don't touch me, Matt Press!" She screamed.

"Come on Y/N, work with me, " he muttered, watching the girl submit and grab onto him. "There you go," he softly whispered as she reached her feet.

Matt turned to leave and Y/N went to sit next to Diana, "I wish he wasn't such a cunt," she stated, making Diana whip he head around.

"Y/N! Oh my god!" She screamed, and then they smelt it, the weed-infused aroma of a bong, "I think I know what time it is, do you know what time it is?"

"Bong time baby!" Y/N yelled, grabbing Diana's arm and stumbling towards the couch, "pass the bong sophomore!"

Y/N lit the end of it inhaling a big draw and passing it to Diana, Y/N reached over to Press and blew the cloud of smoke straight into his face, "oh you want to play that game huh?" He smirked, clutching her by the hips and pulling her onto the couch. "Hand it over Diana!"

Press took the bong and inhaled, grabbing Y/N's draw roughly and connecting their lips, the smoke travelled into her mouth. "Press! You animal!" Jordan shouted.

Y/N watched grinning as Samantha ran off into a bathroom, she stood up snatching the bong of the raven-haired boy, "Is there any weed that's not in here, I want a joint," she announced.

Abby sprinted off and came back with a small baggy filled with weed and a box of rolling paper, you took them out the girl's hands and kissed her forehead, "you're a gem."

The girl grinned and chucked herself onto the couch, on top of Brodie. Y/N stumbled towards the table to roll two joints, one for her, one for Diana.

"Come get one Di!" She shouted, the skidding and crashing indicated that the girl had arrived.

She picked one up and inspected it, "I love when you roll them!" Y/N tossed the lighter at her which she caught surprisingly well. Y/N placed hers between her lips and waited for her friend to light it.

The pair walked over to the people on the couch, the two girls mentally deciding to through themselves on Abby, the party had noticeably gone quiet, as the time had hit around half one. The only people who were left were the group of nine huddled around the couch.

"You know how much I love you, Abby, you're so cute and pretty," Y/N mumbled, cuddling into the girl she hadn't properly talked to since about five minutes ago.

"You two are definitely drunk!" Abby laughed, pushing both Y/N and Diana off of her onto the space next to her.

"We're not drunk we're just appreciating life!" Diana shouted, taking another long draw of her joint.

"While you guys appreciate life, me and Norah are away to have sex!" Jordan slipped into the conversation, causing everyone to groan.

"Shut up Jordan!" Norah reddened, pulling him away and up the stairs.

Everyone sat and talked for a while, despite never really hanging out with the group Diana and Y/N were fitting right in, laughing like they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for ten years. Diana had especially warmed up to Brodie who she was now all over in the corner of the basement.

"Perhaps we should take this to my room, what do you say Diana?" Brodie suggested to the ethereal-looking girl on his lap who was layering his neck with the red lipstick she had swiped on only an hour or so prior.

"I say that sounds great!" She beamed, grabbing the boy's hand and leading him up the stairs as silently as they could.

"I'm heading, I refuse to hear two couples going at it." Abby groaned kissing Y/N on the head before she leaves, waving a small goodbye at Ginny, who was cuddled into Hunter's side pretty much comatose.

"I better get Ginny home, sorry guys." Hunter pitifully smiled.

"No please don't leave me here with Matt!" Y/N pleaded making him burst out laughing.

"I'm not that bad babe!" He answered, giving her a side-eye. Hunter sent you yet another apologetic look, assisting a stumbling Ginny up the stairs.

"I need another drink," Y/N declared, standing up from her spot on the couch. She could sense him following her to the kitchen, which bothered her a ton but she was too interested in getting some more fiery liquid down her, instead of pouring something she just grabbed a bottle of vodka, slugged some down and trudged back to the couch.

"Stop hiding that you like me, it's honestly pathetic." A voice spoke behind her.

She whipped round, and finally he had well and truly pissed her off. "Oh my god, will you ever get out of your own way?"

"What's your deal, why are you being such a bitch to me lately, do I mean nothing to you," Matt shouted taking a step closer to the girl.

"Well fucking done Matt! You finally get it!" She yelled back at him. "You aren't as stupid as you give yourself credit for."

Matt laughed, "look at yourself Y/N, you're a mess, just admit it the only way you are happy with yourself is when you're drinking or smoking your dumb fucking joints!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" She questioned getting even closer, making him step back into the table.

"I stopped being close to you and now you cry by yourself in school and act like you don't give a flying fuck about anyone! Other than Diana? Tell me that isn't true." He demanded looking the girl up and down.

"You don't know the first thing about me Press." She spat, prodding his chest with her dainty finger. "I mean you can't even go by your first name and you call me pathetic, that's funny!"

He only grunted in response, shoving the drunken shell of a girl out of the way, this only annoyed her even more.

"Matt for the love of god, just let me hate you." She whispered.

He huffed, "I don't want you to hate me Y/N but we'll never have whatever it was we even had again."

"God Matt! Stop!" Her distraught voice begged, his complexion softened a bit before advancing towards her, "Matt, don't speak."

Y/N pondered her decision, looking at the tall body who is towering over her, in one swift movement she pulled the boy closer, her hands wrapping around the back of his neck.

Matt's warm breath fanned over her face, "are you going to kiss me or what?" He smirked.

"Shut it." Y/N reached up and placed her lips against his, him instantly wrapping an arm around her waist, his other falling firmly on the side of her neck, he started to walk her so his back hit the cold table.

"Jump," Matt grunted, breaking the kiss, his arms came down to the back of her thighs, lifting her onto the table. She wrapped his legs around his waist, letting him kiss down her neck.

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adelaidedrubman · 6 months

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tumblr is so shocked every time they discover basic story elements from their fanfics have existed in media for decades to centuries i swear one day there’s gonna be like. cheers bloggers posting shit like “GUYS the level of love/hate psychosexual obsession between sam and diane is UNREAL?????? how did this happen in a 1980s sitcom about a bar???”

#i never said this btw

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chronically-ghosted · 5 months

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marcus pike x masterlist

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[One-shots]

sam and diane, eat your heart out (18+) **100 follower event** after spending six months with FBI Agent Marcus Pike on a case almost-kissing, almost-flirting - almost - almost - almost - you decide to do something about that Unresolved Sexual Tension.

the days i spend with you (T) ** Merry Thanksgiving Nonsense 2023** a snow-storm keeps you from meeting Marcus's family over the holidays so you cheer him up by maintaining Pike family traditions.

#marcus pike #marcus pike x female reader #marcus pike fanfic #marcus pike x you #marcus pike fluff #marcus pike fanfiction #chronically-ghosted #masterlist

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bornforastorm · 1 month

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night court 3 (cheers) 🙏🙏🙏🙏

night court 3 (cheers) a fic so barely formed, so hardly written..... but i will not rest until I force Sam and Diane into a marriage officiated by the honorable Harold T. Stone

a big ol' snip 4 u and for @bicolumbo who also requested this, because alas there really isn't enough of it yet to provide 2 snips

Bull leads in a willowy blonde woman who is huffing and stomping, pulling hard against Bull’s hold on her arm. Her clothes are wet and dirty, and her hair is laying in limp streaks over her face.

“Oo-ooh,” she whines, pushing her wet hair off her face and over her shoulder, “what do you know about it anyway!”

The object of her wet fling of hair saunters in next: a tall man, handsome, with his hands in his pockets and his eyes rolling to high heaven. He’s wet too. His boat shoes are squeaking on the courtroom floor.

“Diane,” he sighs wearily. "You're making it worse." The woman harrumphs and grinds to a halt in front of Harry’s bench, stamping her kitten heels.

“The people versus Sam Malone and Diane Chambers,” Mac drones into Harry’s ear, dropping the case file in front of him.

“Sam Malone?” Harry asks, looking between Mac and the file and the tall man in front of him, who does look familiar, now that he’s thinking about it. “Not the baseball player?”

“See!” Malone wheels on the woman, Diane, and puts a finger in her face. “People know me!”

“One skinny dweeb isn’t people, Sam,” she retorts, putting her nose proudly in the air.

“Okay, okay, cool it,” Harry interrupts, banging his gavel once. Malone and Chambers cut their arguing short and stand like children, polite and chided. “Thank you. Ma’am, I’d like to remind you that this skinny dweeb is a judge." Chambers nods and bows her head. "What's the case here? Dan? Where are you?”

“Here, sir.” A hand shows over Malone’s shoulder, and then Dan appears, hunching around Malone to sidle up to the bench. He remains bent over, looking miserable. “Uhm, the case at hand—“

“Dan?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Why are you six inches shorter?”

“Oh. Well. I’m not feeling well, remember?”

“Right." Harry looks him up and down, from his queasy face to his weak knees. "It seems like maybe you need to go home.”

“No, no! No need. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. The case at hand, sir, is that these two–” he gestures stiffly at Chambers and Malone– “got into a rather rowdy fight in Central Park. Mr. Malone here threw Ms. Chambers into the Bethesda fountain. At which point she pulled him in, and then, in trying to help them out, another six people were dragged into the fountain.” He points to a damp group of New Yorkers sitting in the front row of the gallery. They wave to Harry, and Harry waves back. “In the end, the entire group tumbled out of the fountain and into the lake. It caused quite a ruckus, as you can imagine.”

“We were supposed to be eloping!” Chambers says, her lower lip pouting prettily. “I thought it would be romantic. New York City in the spring.”

Harry perks up, his romantic sensibilities activated. “Eloping?”

Christine steps in to tamp him down and keep the case moving. “Your honor, my clients had a little lover’s spat, that’s all. That the rest of these people got involved is unfortunate but not criminal. There was no intent to harm here.”

Chambers’ sweet pout turns to sharp frustration. “Well, he tried to drown me!”

Harry’s jaw drops. “What? I thought you were eloping?”

“You gotta understand, your honor,” Malone leans on the bench. “I had to propose three times. I had to practically beg her—“

“I had to beg you!” Chambers protests, stamping her pretty little foot again.

Harry's confused. These are confusing people.

Malone barks, “Once we got that settled, it still wasn’t the end of it! We bought a house, right? Then she tried to make us sell it.”

“Sell it? Why?”

“Sir,” Dan groans, looking pale. “Can we cut to the chase? I’m not sure the ‘why’ is relevant.”

“I guess I’d just like to know, Mr. Prosecutor. If you don’t mind.”

Dan buries his head against the bench and waves the proceedings along with a limp hand.

Harry gestures to Malone, who explains, “She felt bad for the people who used to live there.”

“I got over it,” Chambers pouts.

“Sir–” Dan interrupts, weakly raising a hand.

“Right, she got over it," Malone allows. "Then, this marriage counselor had said we shouldn’t get married, and we were gonna show him, right? So, we come down here to have a change of scenery, get hitched, and have a weekend together, you know? Romantic.”

“Right!” Diane agrees.

“Right, so we came down–”

“I wanted to go to the Cape, of course, but Sam thought this would be better,” she says with a knowing look to Christine, like of course Christine would agree with her that Cape Cod was obviously a better place to elope than New York. Christine nods gravely. Diane gives a sad, dramatic sigh and says, "If we'd gone to the Cape--"

“Well, we didn’t, honey, did we?” Malone snips with a mix of patience and weary exasperation. “Anyway, so we get down here and–”

“Sir?” Dan says again, even weaker now. When Harry looks over, he’s looking almost green.

“Dan?”

“May I be excused? I’m gonna throw up,” he moans. And then he does. All over Sam Malone’s boat shoes.

#my writing #night court #cheers #literally that sam and diane don't end up together makes me want to kill someone

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emotionallychargedtowel · 1 year

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Getting-acquainted questions from the lovely @waitmyturtles, who I’ve been enjoying getting to know and would love to continue to know better. Thanks for the tag!

I’m going to skip the tagging part myself, sorry. Tagging people on things like this always makes me off-the-charts anxious. If you see this and are interested in it, though, please feel more than welcome. The tagging prompt, should you choose to accept it, is to tag nine people you would like to get to know better.

Three Ships:

Hira x Kiyoi - These two are frustrating and deeply weird but their story is so compelling in a way that’s relatable despite, or maybe because of, their weirdness. And then occasionally they are the absolute sweetest. Their relationship isn’t likely to closely resemble viewers’ real-life relationships, yet the issues and emotions that get explored in their story resonate much more broadly. My forever blorbos.

Togawa x Nozue - Old Fashion Cupcake is like the Jane Austen novel version of a BL. Things look calm on the surface but so much emotion is simmering underneath and every stray word, glance, or social gesture is invested with an immense amount of meaning (and often, misinterpreted). Totally my wheelhouse. Nozue’s mixture of charm, competence, and frighteningly low confidence is super endearing, while Togawa’s assertive, purposeful side is undercut by how vulnerable his feelings for Nozue make him.

Seo Joon x Ji Woo - I love the subtle, complex way their story developed in season 1 of To My Star and although season 2 was like a punch in the gut, it ended up working well for me in the end. There’s something so special about when an incredibly guarded person finally opens themselves up to caring for and being cared for by others, like when a feral cat finally lets you pet them.

First Ship:

Like, first in my lifetime, or first since I got into BL, or something else?

The first time I ever heard about ships/shipping as a term was when I was watching Veronica Mars in my 20s. I was pro-LoVe, Logan and Veronica, 100%.

I think the very first time I rooted for two characters on TV to get together was probably watching Moonlighting as a kid and wanting Cybil Shepherd and Bruce Willis to get together. That or Sam and Diane on Cheers. In both cases, when those people finally got together, the aftermath was a huge letdown. I think I still have baggage from both those shows!

I think the first BL ship I really felt strongly about was probably Hira x Kiyoi. I’d already seen some BLs and enjoyed them but hadn’t gotten really invested in that way until Utsukushii Kare.

Last Song:

KAYTRANADA fr. H.E.R. - Intimidated

This song is a bit outside my usual area but I’ve been trading song recommendations with a friend lately, and as a result, I’m listening to a bunch of things I normally wouldn’t. This is one of my favorite things my friend has shared with me so far.

Last Movie:

I’m part of the way through watching Minari with my husband and really enjoying it (although it’s also stressing me out). I have young kids so seeing a movie from start to finish with no interruptions is rare. If we’re only counting movies I’ve seen from start to finish, the last one I watched was Broker, which I loved.

Currently Reading:

I’m listening to the audiobook version of How the Word Is Passed by Clint Smith--I highly recommend the audiobook specifically. Smith is a poet as well as a journalist and his style of narration in the audiobook is engaging, artistic, and just contributes a lot to the work.

Re-reading portions of The Dance of Anger and The Dance of Intimacy by Harriet Lerner for a post I’m thinking about.

I’m also reading a couple of books about UX research for job search reasons but y’all don’t want to hear about that.

Currently Watching:

BLs:

Utsukushii Kare season 2

Ameiro Paradox

Blueming

note: I keep almost starting Bad Buddy but there are a bunch of options for watching it online and I’m getting a little paralyzed by too many possibilities. If anybody has any advice about the best place to watch it, please let me know.

tokusatsu:

Kamen Rider Build

Kamen Rider Revice

Avataro Sentai Donbrothers

American stuff:

Poker Face

Abbott Elementary

His Dark Materials

Currently Consuming:

Just had an everything bagel. Currently obsessed with an NYT recipe for “creamy doenjang pasta.” Probably going to raid my husband’s stash of dried mangoes at some point here. Well, raid in the sense of stealing a couple of pieces.

Currently Craving:

Chinotto (the Italian soda). I had a place I could buy this stuff in Austin but I don’t know of a place that has it here in the Seattle area. It’s bitter and aperitif-ish, made with a kind of sour orange. It’s basically like if cola was a bit more complex and weird.

It’s such a cliche, but chocolate. I’m not a big fan of the chocolate we keep around the house for the kids (Cadbury’s Dairy Milk) and don’t have any of my own, so I may have to bake something.

Utsukushii Kare season 2, episode 2. I’m not used to watching BLs as they come out weekly so the wait for next Tuesday is making me a bit cranky.

Diptyque Eau Capitale - I’m obsessed with this perfume but I only have a small sample so I’ve been hoarding it. It’s a really classy, complex, well-blended rose-patchouli thing. Super cozy. I should honestly go put some of it on right now, to heck with hoarding.

#questionnaire type things

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kitmon · 2 years

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how would edward/riddler react if you killed for him

Hmm, I hadn’t thought about that lol. Whenever I think of lovers for Ed, I always think they’re the passive ones; not really insane but insane enough to be with someone like Edward, but I’ll give it a try!

Tags: explicit descriptions of murder (asphyxiation and head wound), blood, consistent allusion to children, babying of reader, corruption

As Edward tips through the halls of the extensive mansion, his breathing heavy and amplified with the obstruction of his mask, he scans the portraits and family photos that hang along the walls; a sharp-jawed, spiffy looking father, a prim, obedient mother, and a son, gangly arms wrapped around the neck of a golden retriever as a boyish grin consumes his features. Edward stops at that particular photo, tilting his head to examine it before he hears the T.V. click on in the sitting room, jolting his head towards the ambient glow that emanates from the crack of the door down the hall.

He takes confident steps, controlling the weight of himself over his toes so as to not alert any other members of the family. He pushes the door open, thankful for the well-oiled hinges as he steps closer to the man sitting in his Lay-Z Boy, sipping at a beer and watching Cheers reruns. Standing only inches away, he hovers above him, examining the pomade-slick back of his head with a keen eye.

He notices a stray cushion along the floor surrounded by action figures and littered Legos and bends to swipe the decorative pillow from next to his boot. Rising and fluffing the pillow in his hands, he basks in this moment, committing to memory the glorious feeling of knowing that in this pig's final moments present on this earth, it was he that stood so far above him.

He grips the pillow tighter before lunging forward and wrapping his arms around the man’s neck to shove the cushion over his face. He doesn’t react immediately, it takes a second or two before he realizes the unfortunate position he's in but when he does he’s thrashing and kicking his legs, flailing his arms to try and blindly scratch at his assailant or rip the pillow away. Edward doesn't mind the struggle— it’s part of the hunt— only pressing harder to encourage surrender.

The dog, presumably, is away with the boy for a visit to Grandma's house because the house is eerily silent, no yapping animals or wailing children, only the sound of subdued grunts and the dull, buzzing banter shared between Sam and Diane fills the air.

Edward leans his head back, calm as ever, studying the chandelier overhead to avoid the wandering swipes of the man beneath him. After another minute, he can feel the life drain from his target’s body, movements slower and weaker before he falls limp against his lounge chair. Edward holds the pillow there for a moment longer, ensuring that the hunt was successful.

With no sign of life left, he tosses his weapon to the floor and starts stepping around the chair to meet his kill but his feet stop dead in their tracks as he hears a thick crunch followed by something metal clattering to the ground, a thud bringing the parade of noise to a close.

He fwips his head around and is surprised to find you, chest heaving with your labored breathing as you hold a hammer over your head, still in a swinging position. He follows to where your horrified eyes are glued and finds the source of the clatter and the thud; sprawled across the floor lay the mother, dressed in a blush pink slip and a simple chain that dangles a small diamond over her clavicle. Her flaming red hair gets lost in a blur of crimson as the crown of blood that dribbles from the cavity in her head grows in diameter. Beside her lay an aluminum baseball bat, the handle barely grazing the edges of her fingers.

His eyes flit back to you as the sound of your hammer clunking the floor finds his ears. You clap your hands over your mouth and jolt away from the body as you emit a horrified sob, brows creasing and eyes going glassy as your actions finally register in your brain.

Edward's shock dissolves away, morphing into annoyance and disapproval as he approaches you, unphased as he steps over the cooling body and grabs you by the arms with a harsh grip, shaking you a bit to emphasize his words.

"What are you doing here?" He grits out, squeezing you just a little bit tighter as he invades your space and demands an answer. "I told you to wait in the apartment until I got back!"

His words are scathing and for the first time, as you flinch with every harsh syllable he inflicts, you're scared of him.

"Sh-She was gonna hurt you," you stutter out, still slightly dazed as your eyes focus back down to the mother.

And it was then that he softened a little, shoulders untensing and annoyance giving way. Sure, it was entirely stupid of you to follow him out to a kill; you could have tripped the alarm or stepped over the wrong floorboard, alerted the whole neighborhood is what he would have preidcted... but you didn't. In fact, he didn't know you were only ever a few steps trailing behind him the entire time. Following your gaze to the body, he realizes your sacrifice. His precious baby, never even hurt a fly, succumbing to his sick practice.

He reduces his hold on your arms, trailing them lower before engulfing you in a hug. You’re taken aback and your hands hover stupidly around him before you're returning the touch with the same fervor like always, nuzzling your head so deep into his neck until your nose dips under the layers of jacket, hoodie, and mask until it’s rubbing into bare skin, inhaling deep to bypass the sterile scent of the gloves and mask and reach his scent.

“My good little girl only wanted to protect me?” He asks with a sweetened voice.

“Mmhm,” you mewl into him, gripping the canvas of his jacket thicker.

He pulls away and you're reluctant to do the same, only giving way when you have to. He lifts his hand and pets your head, over your forehead and down to the nape of your neck before cupping your cheek and watching as your eyes flutter open.

“You’re naughty for not listening to my instructions, pet.”

You falter at that, looking towards the floor and biting your lip,

“But I'm inclined to forgive you.” He insights, his voice lilting.

Your eyes dart up to catch his gaze and scan for any mal intent. There’s no joke.

“You wanna follow daddy to work, you’re gonna have to join the business.” His fingers trail from your cheek down to your chin, gripping it as he tilts his head forward and raises his eyes like a father instructing a child.

You don’t entirely care what he's saying or what he's insinuating, only nodding your head along, completely captivated by his presence. He smiles under the mask, you can see it with the crease of his eyes before he’s bringing you in closer, holding you tight to him as blood crawls under the soles of the booth of your shoes.

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postgraduate · 11 months

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i badly sprained my ankle and have been laid up at my mom's this past week (crutches + all my apartment stairs are a bad fit). so, naturally, we've been spending our evenings watching hours of frasier and tbh, even though cheers! frasier is a better, more tolerable person than frasier! frasier,

i can still see why he and diane were not the worst match for each other. i am customarily very facetious about frasier (and i think sam and diane emotionally destroying him was funny yet poignant in a clever and chaotic, satirical way), but he was good to her. and they're simultaneously cute yet cringe to think about. i'd put myself in diane's head a lot to think about the regret/sympathy she'd have in the Aftermath of Everything (but also frasier should have known better considering the circumstances they even. began. dating. the onus is NOT on diane at all.), but i get the match. as hardcore sam x diane i am from both a canon writing standpoint + optimistic FIX IT one, i get it.

also, time and time again, i am reminded that diane + niles would have been besties if she was ic in frasier :o) also lily allen's "not fair" is diane x frasier, that's the best tl;dr for everything

#just don't fucking go near her in the reboot @ writers !!!!!!!!!!!!!!#frasier's big canon relationships consistently ending with him being cheated on / left for someone else lool

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mylittleredgirl · 3 months

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finally, m*a*s*h update!

season four disc two! ("quo vadis, captain chandler" to "dear ma")

there is a LOT going on in the frank and margaret department

i kind of tipped my hand here when i posted about my new obsession, but even if you are not circling the drain on this doomed ship... the Unresolved Breakup Tension is fuckin WILD in this disc

she literally punches him in the face!!! how was that not a breakup!

but then he buys her something or does something to charm or impress her, and it works! then he blows it again!! rinse and repeat!!!! i am 👀🍿

sam and diane from cheers are still theeee platonic ideal of slap-slap-kiss but these clowns definitely walked so they could run

i literally jumped off the couch when his wife found out, aaaaa it's so juicy

I'M SORRY i realize this doesn't speak well of me as a person, but those long close-ups on her face as she voluntarily eavesdrops on him dismissing their relationship (twice!!) and her heart gets fully crushed??? i could eat popcorn to this all day.

this is the kind of dysfunctional relationship that my artist friends would choose in our youth so that we could Suffer and Make Art, so i really hope margaret is writing terrible poetry about it

anyway, we're peroxide-roots deep into GIRL WHY??!??

and then bj very gently explains to radar that well, see, frank and margaret both kinda suck and we're in the middle of nowhere, so they're all they've got

and i had to spend three or four days staring at the ceiling about it, because YEAH. it's not just that they're each other's only rank-appropriate source of star-spangled orgasms

(and they both care far more about military hierarchy than they do about marital fidelity)

but they are so consistently unkind to everyone around them that they have no other choice for any human connection full stop.

i'm not even talking about their ongoing bullying war with hawkeye and trapper or bj, because that's dirty pool on both sides, but i could count on one hand the number of times either of them have interacted with a subordinate nurse or enlisted man without threatening them. like they literally would not have anyone else to talk to.

but the reveal that she still wants to MARRY HIM? oh god. ohhhh honey. noooo.

that fake proposal prank was so genuinely mean. mostly because they ruined her hot date! 👏 let 👏 margaret 👏 fuck 👏 random 👏 dudes 👏

"isn't general barker the one who wanted you to spank him?" lmaoooo

OKAY i swear i can talk about other things:

hawkeye continues to just NOT pull without trapper here. the nurses are fully dismissing or ignoring his efforts, and honestly is he even trying that hard?? have we seen him get even one date?

i've been trying to come up with an "intricate rituals" joke about hawkeye and trapper but where the rituals are... girls. you get me.

i re-watched the pilot and the desk ep (for frank/margaret reasons DON'T JUDGE ME), and hawkeye and trapper LITERALLY end the pilot handcuffed together, and in the next episode talk about sharing a nurse. how am i supposed to take this???

speaking of nurses, you know that little 🙄 you have to ignore in 2024 whenever the women on m*a*s*h get called honey and sweetheart and baby on the job (though tbh i worked on a construction site and an ad sales office in the 2010's and got the same treatment -- but in the modern day it's done ironically babe)

BUT when potter calls margaret "good girl" after he gets shot??? total opposite feeling. i literally had to pause and take a moment. he's her dad now.

also when he tucks radar in???? everyone's dad actually

in loving memory of radar's other dad though, two important points:

how proud would henry have been of drunk & disorderly radar??

and henry's "i've always wondered if i might be radar's dad" bit is genuinely 900% funnier now that we know radar's mom looks EXACTLY like him.

i don't think i have ever circled back to talk about klinger, who became so so so awesome

it's so funny that in klinger's very first appearance and 30 times since then, he has been told straight up that wearing women's clothes will never work to get him out of the army. there's no explanation for his commitment to this particular form of passive resistance except that he genuinely loves it

the swamp rats built a still and klinger got a sewing machine and learned a craft. he's so good at it!! his looks are 🔥

i feel uncomfortable when i see him in fatigues tbh. it happened a few times in this disc and i would like it to Stop actually

also precious baby father mulcahey... Protect Him.

i LOVE that everyone showed up for his church service when the grand poobah chaplain was in town. they love each other!!! (also the life magazine jeep shoot!!!)

"quo vadis, captain chandler" was really good. i'm still over colonel flagg's whole deal but i now understand why everyone loves sidney freedman, and the guest actor they had playing not-jesus was incredible

bj continues to be the best little brother hawkeye could have asked for

also he maybe invented cpr?

i didn't say much about him here but I LOVE HIM and also his off-screen wife

forward and onward!!!

#it's about time i watched m*a*s*h #mashblogging #if anyone wants me to @ them in the notes when i do these let me know <3

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randomscropio · 10 months

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If Moonflower was in The Bad Guys: part 20

Diane Foxenton lists crimes that the bad guys did {I forgot them}

Professor Marmalade: Diane please-

Diane Foxenton: I am sorry professor but I am calling the chief!

Professor Marmalade: Okay, stay here.

Mr. Wolf: You couldn't help yourself!

Mr. Snake: So I had a moment of weakness! Sue me!

Mr. Wolf: That's gonna be difficult from prison!

Webs: Guys, guys! What do we do?

Mr. Wolf: Time for the charm.

Mr. Shark: Oh yeah, the full clooney.

Mr. Wolf: Governor {other names that I forgot} Diiiianeee!

Diane Foxenton: Do not clooney me Wolf!

Mr. Wolf: What do you mean? I have no idea what you are talking about.

Diane Foxenton: Do you ever get tired of lieing?

Mr. Wolf: Hehheh no! Wait uh fudge! That was a trick question, right?

Diane Foxenton: I gave you all a chance to be more than scary villains! But you're too, gutless to take it!

Mr. Wolf: I'm gutless? Oh ho ho, I'm sorry have we met?! I'm the villain of every story! Guilty until proven innocent! But of course you wouldn't get that. With your little miss perfect power suits.

Diane Foxenton: Is that so?

She pulls out the ring Mr. Wolf had.

Mr. Wolf: Wait how did you?

Diane Foxenton: A wolf and a fox, are not so different.

She flicks the ring to Mr. Wolf and he catches it.

The scene fades into Mr. Wolf sitting in the moonlight and Moonflower joins him.

Moonflower: Hey.

Mr. Wolf: Hey...

Moonflower's frill droops down a little and she tilts her head.

Moonflower: You okay?

Mr. Wolf: Yeah it's just... (sighs) Moon, do you ever wanna be more than villains?

Moonflower tilts her head a little more.

Moonflower: Sometimes but...

She sits down next to him.

Moonflower: It's hard to change people's minds, no matter how many enchantments I make to have them think of something a different way, it isn't them. It's the enchantment. But, there are people who don't view you like everyone else. Like Sam and Diane.

Mr. Wolf looks at her.

Mr. Wolf: Diane doesn't think of us as villains?

Moonflower shakes her head.

Moonflower: She veiws us as misunderstood. Not as villains. She thinks that because we're different we are treated differently. Which is true but, she thinks that we have gotten so used to being treated like we are bad that we became bad. Did I dumb it down enough for you?

Mr. Wolf laughs.

Mr. Wolf: I think you did.

The cat meows.

Mr. Wolf and Moomflower look at the tree the cat is in.

Moonflower: Oh right, it's still stuck up there.

Mr. Wolf: I'm going to change that!

Moonflower: Wolf- never mind he won't listen.

Mr. Wolf gets to the tree.

Mr. Wolf: Hey, remember me? The names Wolf.

The cat meows and backs up.

Mr. Wolf: Yeah I get that a lot. But someone told me that we are only viewed like that, because we have been treated like we are that.

Mr. Wolf holds out his hand.

The cat meows and tries to run away.

Mr. Wolf: No no no! Wait!

The branch the cat is on snaps and Mr. Wolf catches it.

Mr. Wolf: Hey its okay, I understand you're scared I would be too. Just give me a chance.

Mr. Wolf holds out his hand.

Mr. Wolf: Come on kitty.

The cat rubs up against his hand and he holds the cat.

Mr. Wolf: Yeah who's a good kitty? Who's a good kitty?

The rest of the bad guys walk up to Mr. Wolf.

Webs: Uh you saved it?

Professer Marmalade: Yes! It's working!

Mr. Wolf: You recorded that?

Professer Marmalade: Yep! And people love you!

The bad guys cheer.

Moonflower: I'm going to be able to go on a normal date with Sam! With no enchantments!

Professor Marmalade: Wolf, can I speak to you for a moment?

Mr. Wolf: Yeah, what's up?

Professer Marmalade: Soon you'll have to choose between your friends, or the good life...

Mr. Wolf: What? You mean the guys?

Mr. Snake and Moonflower stop and listen to the conversation.

Moonflower nods to Mr. Snake and flashes some scales (the translation at the bottom says, "he won't leave us, right?") Mr. Snake shrugs and the two go back inside.

Mr. Snake: Hey, about going good... it's only for the plan right?

Mr. Wolf: Yeah, why do you ask?

The cat meows.

Mr. Snake: You brought the cat?

Mr. Wolf: Yeah sorry just saving it for latter, anyways continue.

Mr. Snake: Well I'm just, getting worried I mean... you're getting all cozy with Marmalade and.

Mr. Wolf: Hey Snake who made the plan to begin with it?

Mr. Snake moves so that he is looking at Mr. Wolf.

Mr. Snake: You did...

Mr. Wolf: So I'm the one who sticks with it right?

Mr. Snake: Yeah...

Mr. Wolf: So you don't have to worry! Go bad...

Mr. Snake: Or go home. I can't wait for things to go back to normal!

Mr. Wolf: Back to normal yeah yeah.

#wings of fire #the bad guys #the bad guys x wings of fire

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dan6085 · 11 months

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Here is a list of the top 20 most watched TV series season finales of all time, along with some details about each finale:

1. M*A*S*H - "Goodbye, Farewell and Amen" (1983): With over 105 million viewers, the finale of this iconic Korean War comedy-drama remains the most-watched season finale of all time. The episode sees the members of the 4077th saying their goodbyes as the war comes to an end.

2. Cheers - "One for the Road" (1993): The final episode of Cheers, with 84.4 million viewers, saw the regulars of the Boston bar saying goodbye as Sam sells the establishment. The episode also featured a touching moment between Sam and Diane.

3. Seinfeld - "The Finale" (1998): The controversial finale of Seinfeld drew in 76.3 million viewers as Jerry, George, Elaine, and Kramer are put on trial for their selfish behavior throughout the series.

4. Friends - "The Last One" (2004): The highly anticipated finale of Friends, with 52.5 million viewers, saw the gang saying their goodbyes as Rachel gets off the plane and everyone goes their separate ways.

5. Magnum, P.I. - "Resolutions" (1988): The Hawaii-set detective series ended with 50.7 million viewers as Magnum finally solves the murder of his wife and decides to move on with his life.

6. Dallas - "Conundrum" (1985): The season finale of Dallas, which drew in 41.5 million viewers, saw the return of Bobby Ewing from the dead, revealing that the entire previous season had been a dream.

7. The Fugitive - "The Judgment: Part 2" (1967): The finale of this classic drama, with 41.4 million viewers, saw Dr. Richard Kimble finally clearing his name and finding the man who killed his wife.

8. All in the Family - "Too Good Edith" (1979): The final episode of this groundbreaking sitcom, which drew in 40.2 million viewers, saw Archie dealing with the death of his wife Edith.

9. The Cosby Show - "And So We Commence" (1992): With 44.4 million viewers, the final episode of The Cosby Show saw the Huxtable family saying goodbye as Theo graduates from college.

10. The Big Bang Theory - "The Stockholm Syndrome" (2019): The final episode of this popular sitcom, which drew in 18 million viewers, saw Sheldon and Amy winning the Nobel Prize and the gang saying their goodbyes.

11. The Sopranos - "Made in America" (2007): The final episode of this critically acclaimed drama, which drew in 11.9 million viewers, ended with a controversial cut to black as Tony Soprano's fate is left unknown.

12. Two and a Half Men - "Of Course He's Dead" (2015): The final episode of this long-running sitcom, which drew in 13.2 million viewers, saw Charlie Harper returning from the dead and exacting revenge on his former stalker, Rose.

13. ER - "And in the End..." (2009): The finale of this medical drama, which drew in 16.4 million viewers, saw the return of several original cast members as the staff of County General Hospital says goodbye.

14. House - "Everybody Dies" (2012): The final episode of this medical drama, which drew in 8.7 million viewers, saw Dr. House faking his own death and starting a new life.

15. Lost - "The End" (2010): The finale of this mysterious drama, which drew in 13.5 million viewers, saw the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815 finally finding their way off the island.

16. The X-Files - "The Truth" (2002): The final episode of this sci-fi series, which drew in 13.3 million viewers, saw Mulder and Scully finally uncovering the truth about a government conspiracy.

17. 24 - "Day 8: 3:00pm-4:00pm" (2010): The final episode of this real-time thriller, which drew in 10.4 million viewers, saw Jack Bauer finally putting an end to a terrorist threat.

18. NYPD Blue - "Moving Day" (2005): The finale of this police procedural, which drew in 16.5 million viewers, saw the retirement of Detective Andy Sipowicz.

19. The Golden Girls - "One Flew Out of the Cuckoo's Nest" (1992): The final episode of this beloved sitcom, which drew in 27.2 million viewers, saw the Golden Girls going their separate ways as Dorothy gets married and moves away.

20. Frasier - "Goodnight, Seattle" (2004): The final episode of this belovedsitcom, which drew in 33.7 million viewers, saw Frasier making a big decision about his future as he prepares to move to San Francisco to start a new life.

It's worth noting that these viewer numbers may not be entirely accurate due to changes in the way TV ratings are measured over time. Additionally, there may be other season finales that were highly watched but did not make this list.

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and now i've moved on to buffy meeting Riley, and i'm scared. You've thoroughly prepared me for how horrendous their relationship will be.

Why do you think they never gave buffy a decent narrative love interest after angel? He was her soul mate, and she couldn't be with him. Girl deserved some healthy romantic love, even if it didn't reach the level of her love for angel.

ugh, riley. joss said that he didn't give buffy happy relationships because the viewers didn't want it, it should also be noted he considers riley and buffy to be a healthy relationship but what do you expect from joss whedon (also, really, no one in the show gets happy relationships, not just buffy)

Often what the fan base wants is for two characters to get together romantically, but that often doesn't leave the narrative with anyplace to go.

It's Sam and Diane [from "Cheers"]. That's why we had Angel go bad when he and Buffy got together. Because -- and I've gotten into so much trouble for this phrase -- what people want is not what they need. In narrative, nobody wants to see fat, married Romeo and Juliet, even if fat, married Romeo and Juliet happen to be [Dashiell Hammett's detective couple] Nick and Nora Charles and they're really cool and having a great time in their lovely relationship and really care about each other and have nice, well-adjusted children. Guess what? People don't want to see it.

That was the problem we ran into with Riley. We said, "Let's give Buffy a healthy relationship," and people didn't want it. They did some great work together. But at the same time, when they were happy, it made people crazy. We found this with Willow and Tara, we found it with Gunn and Fred [from "Angel"]. It's fine for a while, but ultimately the course of true love is not allowed to run smooth.

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when I was like 12 and obsessed with Cheers the tv show, I absolutely hated the finale of Diane coming back and sam and Diane both pretending to have moved on by being married and having lots of kids. I liked the concept, I just think it could have been done so much better. So hear me out:

Everything is the same. Sam talks to Diane on the phone, lies and says he’s moved on. Married with a bunch of kids. So Diane does the same. (Like I think it happened in the original?)

Then Diane arrives, she’s with her gay dog groomer(?), whatever. And Sam has Rebecca pretend to be his wife. All that’s the same. But Diane brings along a little boy about six, says it’s her and her husband’s son. Everything mostly happens like it did in the original, except now there’s a little boy.

Rebecca gets with the plumber dude (?) and we discover Diane’s “husband” is gay. They laugh about going such lengths to make the other jealous.

Finally Sam asks, he has to know, “where’d you get the kid from? Snatch him from toys r us or something?” And that’s when Diane gets quiet. That’s when she gets serious. “He’s mine, actually. Big baseball fanatic. Flirtatious with the girls on the playground…” And Sam slowly realizes, but she helps by pushing further: “a lot like his father.” Sam is too stunned to speak, diane thinks he’s not getting it: “he’s your son, sam”

“to be continued” and ending credits

Part 2, again, is the same as it was originally. They’re back together, getting married, and he decides he’s leaving with her. Everybody at the bar hates it, like in the original, but it’s different. Now there’s a kid involved. Now there’s actual stakes, actual responsibility

Like how it originally ended, they ultimately decide they shouldn’t get back together and Sam returns to the bar. Except he doesn’t return right away, he leaves with them to California (?) to spend time with the kid and has everybody at the bar think he’s gone for good until he pops up like a few weeks later like, “yeah, it didn’t work out”

He mentions about visiting the kid every few months, and having him during summers. Everybody forgives him for making them think he abandoned them, and they drink to sam’s newfound fatherhood

Carla, of course, fusses over having diane back in her life. “She’s not back in our lives, Carla. You heard sam, she’s staying in California,” Norm assures. “Yeah, with her kid. Sam’s son, the future of this bar.” Everyone, including sam, lets out a very unenthused “oh”

Anyway, the show ends. And then maybe I would have Sam’s appearance in Frasier later on deal with something about his son, instead of the fleeing from marriage storyline

That’s it, that’s what I would change. Or, that’s what 12 year old me would change ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#it’s funny how I can remeber so much despite not watching this show in years #maybe I need to rewatch #sam and diane #sam malone #diane chambers #norm peterson #cliff clavin #frasier crane #Carla #carla tortelli #Rebecca howe #cheers #cheers finale

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coffee-rack · 1 year

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Thank you for the tag @orphanbird95 I'm to do this and then tag nine people

last song i listened to: 💿 Nothing Can Change This Love by Sam Cooke

three ships: 🤍 ummm 3 I love and have been thinking about lately are Sam and Diane from Cheers, Harry and Sally from THE titular When Harry Met Sally, and probs BJ and Hawkeye from mash (although I also love Trapper and Hawkeye? Hawkeye dynamics w everyone are everything to me)

currently reading: 📖 The Gold Finch by Donna Tartt

last movie i watched: 🎬 Does the Elvis documentary "Elvis: That's The Way it Is" count?

craving: 🧃 bagel 🥯

tagging: @machihunnicutt @honey--wraith @marley--manson @cipher-fresh @trashfromthefionalands @juehs34 @cocktailpolitics @libraryposting @jtownraindancer

#is it a ship if it's canon and the focal point of the media? it is to me :)#no pressure to do this as always i just like them they're fun :)#reminds me of ye olden days on this site #tagged

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National Drink Wine Day

Does anybody really need an excuse to open a bottle of their favorite red (or white) at the end of a long and stressful day? Absolutely not! Still, that shouldn’t stand in the way of celebrating National Drink Wine Day. After all, a glass (OK, bottle) of wine is truly the greatest antidote to stressful moments.

It’s also suggested that a glass a day keeps the cardiologist away. From connoisseurs of wines from around the globe to casual fans that enjoy the odd glass at the restaurant or on an evening spent with friends, National Drink Wine Day is an undoubted highlight in the calendar.

Cheers!

Learn about National Drink Wine Day

Unsurprisingly, National Drink Wine Day is a day to celebrate wine, which includes drinking some wine. However, its purpose isn’t to result in millions of people staggering around bars after losing self-control or to leave participants facing the mother of all hangovers on National Drink Wine Day +1. Wine should be enjoyed responsibly on this day more than any other.

The annual event is a time to reflect on the many benefits of wine, as well as the role it has played in human history and society. The social aspects are particularly pertinent on this day, which should be enjoyed with friends and family. After all, there’s nothing quite like sipping a glass of the good stuff while sharing fun and entertainment with the people that matter most.

For many, it’s not only a wine day; it’s a wine AND dine day. However, wine (especially red wine) is also widely praised as an aphrodisiac. So, the dining part is far from essential. In addition to the stimulating properties, participants of the day’s merriment can embrace other great features such as enhancing social events, relaxing the mind, reducing the risk of heart disease, and providing the perfect accompaniment to various dishes. Oh, and there’s also the fact it leaves the taste buds dancing with joy.

Wine is one of life’s little luxuries that should be enjoyed far more regularly than once per year. Nonetheless, National Drink Wine Day is that special moment where millions can raise a glass to the benefits it brings while also paying homage to the winemakers of previous generations.

History of National Drink Wine Day

The history of wine itself can be dated back over 8,000 years to winemakers in the Eurasian region that is now Georgia. The alcoholic beverage has played a major part in society ever since and has been drunk in all four corners of the globe for many generations. Iranians, Italians, and Europeans in the Balkans all have rich histories of wine production that date back to ancient times while China created very similar alcoholic beverages as early as 7,000BC.

Wine has consequently been celebrated by fans for centuries, commonly enjoyed as part of a meal or to enhance social events. In fact, the average adult consumes 45.6 gallons of the stuff every year – which works out at 20 miles per gallon, given that the average person walks 900 miles per year.

In today’s world, nearly 20 million acres of the earth’s surface are dedicated to grape farming for wine fermentation. There are literally thousands of brands and variants covering red wines, white wines, sparkling wines, and rose wines, while mead, fruit wine, and dessert wine is readily available to millions. Moreover, the experience of enjoying wine is closely linked to human history. For example, tapping glasses to say “cheers” harks back to the Ancient Romans – that’ll come as a shock to fans of Sam Malone, Diane Chambers, and the rest of the fictional gang in Boston, Massachusetts.

National Drink Wine Day is a far more contemporary addition but is now in its second decade. It provides a formal and organized time to celebrate everything that is to be loved about the alcoholic beverage, such as reducing the threat of liver disease, type II diabetes, stroke, some cancers, and being stuck at the bar with someone that’ll bore you to tears.

Awareness of the event has increased at a fairly rapid rate with the annual event reaching new locations and a greater variety of demographics by the year. In truth, it’s only natural given the universal appeal of the beverage.

Whether red or white (it should definitely be red!), National Drink Wine Day is not an event to be missed.

National Drink Wine Day Timeline

6000 BC Earliest known record of wine in history

Villagers in the area that is modern day Georgia, just south of Tbilisi, grapes are believed to be used for winemaking.

4100 BC Winery is used in Armenia

A winepress for stomping grapes, vessels for fermentations, storage jars, drinking cups and even withered grape vines show that a dedicated winery is functioning during this era.

1200 BC Traveling Phoenecians begin introducing wine

Across the Middle East, Mediterranean and North Africa regions, traders and travellers slowly begin to introduce wine to islanders and eventually to Europeans.

1000-1400 AD Winemaking begins in Medieval Europe

As grape production grows in southern Europe, so does the winemaking industry (as northern Europe focuses more on beer). Monasteries begin their vineyards in now-famous places such as Champagne and Burgundy.

1820s Mass produced wine begins in US

With the first commercially successful winery and vineyard in Ohio, USA, the industry makes major improvements. Black rot mostly drives the industry out of Ohio, relocating to New York and, eventually, California.

How to celebrate National Drink Wine Day

Ernest Hemingway said: “wine is one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been brought to the greatest perfection, and it offers a greater range of enjoyment and appreciation than, possibly, any other purely sensory thing.” So, it would be very ignorant to let the day pass without celebrating it in style.

Wine is a drink enjoyed (in moderation) by millions on a daily basis. Many others sink a few glasses on the weekend or once per month on a night out or a trip to the local bar. Regardless of the daily relationship with wine, National Drink Wine Day is a time to do something a little special. Put the standard budget white or red away, and opt for a zesty Bordeaux or luxurious Pinot Grigio. Special occasions deserve a special drink.

The celebrations aren’t designed for getting intoxicated beyond social levels. It’s a time to be spent with friends, which is why a dinner party is the perfect way to enjoy great wine and even better conversation. Alternatively, couples can tap into the aphrodisiac properties with a night in by themselves. Either way, the right choice of wine will enhance the evening’s entertainment while also promoting improved health and the other many rewarding features offered by the beverage. What more could anyone ask for?

Finally, while delighting the taste buds with a few wines, participants can relax in the knowledge that they have pleased the gods. Or at least Dionysus (Bacchus in Roman mythology), the god of merrymaking, wine, theatre, and ecstasy. Even for those without religious backgrounds, that sounds like the right type of deity.

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