#that's strikingly close how I'd imagine it as well

[canisalbus]

https://www.tumblr.com/bluesodatab/735439636556627968

Machete and Vasco love child?

(Source)

[leggerefiore]

Icy Getaway

cw: fluff, reader isn't alolan, short

pairing: Nanu/Reader

You peered outside the closed blinds of the Po Town police station to see the tropical beauty that all of the Alola region held. It was a place that attracted many to it for its peaceful ambience and natural state that seemed impossible to interrupt. Yet, somehow… You felt sad. The snow had apparently been heavy in many other places this winter, yet nothing was happening on Ula'Ula unless you gathered up the gumption to climb a mountain.

Stepping away, you turned your head to the couch where Nanu laid, boredly watching television. A Meowth laid curled up next to him, napping away. You let out a sigh. Alola was a lovely place, and you could not imagine living anywhere else. Especially not when Nanu could not really leave the islands as an active Kahuna. Granted, he did skimp on his duties whenever he could, but it was clear he still took some respect in being chosen by Tapu Bulu.

“… You've been watching outside the window,” Nanu spoke and let out a yawn, “Waiting on something?” He sat up to get a better look at you. The Meowth was slightly perturbed by this, yet just readjusted its position to remain comfortable.

“I miss snow…” you mumbled out while looking at the television. It was some trashy crime show set in Unova. Snow littered the streets there, as it always did. Nanu scratched his head.

“There's not really a lot of that here, no,” he shook his head and reached a hand down to pet the Meowth. A loud purr reverberated throughout the room. “… You feeling homesick? I understand,” Nanu continued, “I used to get homesick for Alola when I worked as an international agent.” You almost forgot he was not always an old man who lived with a bunch of cats. Nanu did not like to speak much about his time with the International Police, but you gathered he was quite busy and renowned. (Especially when Looker appeared to gush at him as his former underling.)

“… I'm not sure if it's that…” you wondered if it was as you sat down to join him on the couch. “I guess I was just thinking about how funny it would be to see you in the snow…” Nanu definitely did not seem like he would survive the cold, but there was something cute about the thought of him bundled up, enjoying a hot coffee while watching the weather come down. Nanu cocked a brow up at you as he reached to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

“Well, it seems you figured out another reason I rejected being an Elite Four member,” he sighed, “I had to do a mission in Sinnoh once, and I thought I was going to freeze to death.” You laughed. This was nearly impossible to imagine. What could he have possible been doing there? You could not recall any incidents of note in Sinnoh. “I was glad when I retired back to Alola,” he grinned lightly, “Should've expected to be chosen to be a Kahuna, though. No rest for the weary.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder and stared at the television again. The show apparently had its suspect. Some masked jewel thief who looked strikingly familiar. “… Hmm…” you thought about it, “Do you think you could leave for a while if I did go back to my home region?” Nanu hummed.

“Probably not,” he replied, “I mean, I might be able to if I could get one of the other Kahuna to cover for me, but Tapu Bulu might not accept it. I'd have to ask them both.” You deflated. Of course that was the case. Your sudden upset made Nanu shake his head. His hand came to massage your scalp. “I'll still ask,” he shifted his gaze to you, “It'd be nice to actually get a break from my responsibilities.”

You kept a hopeful, but realistic front towards what would likely happen.

~

The snow lightly piled on the ground as you stepped outside. Nanu grumbled as he followed you. He really was not expected Hala to agree alongside Tapu Bulu. Both almost seemed to encourage him to spend some precious time with you. The flutters of ice crystals sent chills down his spine. He hoped that punk would actually take care of his Meowths while he was away. Acerola had been asked to check in on them, too.

Your hand grasped his and sunk a certain warmth into his as you both felt an urge to just walk through the snow-covered land. He kept to your side, still feeling cold despite his many layers of clothing that he had piled on. This was certainly almost the polar opposite of Alola. As much as he wanted (and would) complain, he felt happy to see you smile so brightly. Plus, he really could not deny how nice it was to get away from his duties for a while.

The trek ended soon after as you both headed back inside. His Persian mrowed at him after returning. You took a seat down near her on the couch while he grabbed a hot coffee to drink and warm himself up. Nanu eventually joined you for some awkward cuddling. Your happiness was contagious, he swore. He pressed a quick kiss on your temple before taking a drink. A laugh left you as you imitated him.

“… If I die here, make sure my remains make it back to Alola,” he sighed.

“What? Do you want the Meowths to get your body?”

“Sure, sounds nice.”

Your laughter made him chuckle a little.

(He was surprised by how many people missed him upon his return with to Alola.)

[villiedoom]

When you say your creatures are more of an emotional connection, how would you further describe that connection? I feel like I may have something similar, but since no one else has ever spoken of experiencing it I thought it was just a me thing. Our experiences could still end up being completely different things, but I'd figure I'd ask since your description seems strikingly similar.

Well, one person compared them to tulpas, and I myself compare them to imaginary friends and a kind of my inner guides, hidden parts of myself who need to be heard, even though they may be very different from me, even actively conflicting with me. I perceive them through a kind of empathy, sharing what they feel, seeing what they want to show me, and just talking to them in my mind. These are very vivid and strong feelings - they can be positive, coming as inspiration, love and will, as a kind of support and care, and negative, being associated with something very scary, painful and traumatic. But explaining how it all works for me with all the interconnections is not something I usually do… I still don't understand everything, heh.

In general, I usually just think of them as individuals that I know and that I can connect with on some special very deep level that is impossible in real life. Emotional connection is simply a consequence of my nature, since I am a very sensitive and feeling person. Maybe even abnormally...

I also have an individual relationship with each of my characters, some are very close to me, like my family, while others are quite mysterious and don't want to be that close to me. Some may even be enemies of sorts.

The creatures themselves - referring to the Vaerafes - just feel very… familiar to me. Perhaps as what I myself would like to be, and as those with whom I can find a special communication and deep understanding, which I really miss and lack. For me, their world is both mysterious and unusual, and the most native of all that I can imagine. I would sincerely want to be one of them and live with them.

And also I just really love them! I feel so much love just by seeing them, drawing them, sometimes without putting something more complex into my art. Just a very vivid and strong love ^^

I've met people with something similar. But not all of them come to the creation of entire worlds and species, and even if they do, the way it works is always very individual and reflects the person themselves, their way of thinking.

[egg-emperor]

What do you imagine eggmans father looks and sounds like?

I love coming up with a design and personality and concepts for Eggman's father so much, if they ever showed him in the game canon and he wasn't anything like what I've imagined him to be then I'd be devastated because I've become very attached to it dhajfkshdkghs

I've never been able to draw him how I want so describing will have to do. First of all, like Gerald and Eggman, I imagine he has a strikingly similar appearance because I like to think Gerald is the paternal grandfather. I never understood why non canon media went with otherwise but it made me sad. I want his dad to be a dilf with the classic sexy Robotnik family genetics too fhsjbdakdbskf

It makes sense for Gerald and Ivo to look to look so alike, as Ivo could possibly have been influenced by Gerald's appearance unintentionally, as well as having the genetics. So I don't imagine that his father is just another recolor for no reason and change it up a bit for him instead, though the resemblance is still strong for having those very unique Robotnik family genes of course.

I picture him with a very similar face to Gerald and Ivo with same structure, nose, and mouth. But a difference is that he actually had eyebrows and was balding too but tried to keep what hair he had left and Ivo never understood all the fuss and attachment, as soon as he got early male pattern baldness too he just shaved it all. XD He also wore glasses but a different style and also had a mustache but a lot smaller.

He was also fat as it was common for Robotnik family males to be heavyset but he wasn't quite as heavy as Ivo ended up, also not as tall as him, just like Gerald. He didn't have the gigantism type condition I imagine Ivo with as much either, though he still had above average proportions as another genetic thing. He also had blue eyes like Ivo canonically and I imagine Gerald had too. He also had Ivo's hair color.

His style was distinguished with the suits he wore as a businessman in Robotnik Corp and reflected his wealth, he had fancy outfits to wear to the casinos he liked gambling at which is what helped Ivo get into them too. The only times he dressed very casually was in the workshop and garage as his side work as a mechanic, which helped Ivo get his interests of vehicles and Ex Gear motorcycles and such.

He was also hardly ever not smoking, he was always seen with a cigar.

I've seen very few depictions of Eggman's father in fan stuff, especially ones that are to my personal liking, but I absolutely love this one. He's very close to how I've already imagined him being in my concepts for years, as you'll see he fits the description to a high degree. He looks so handsome and very well designed! I'd accept this in canon in heartbeat. 🥰

As for how he sounded, I imagine he had a bit of an accent like my Casino AU Eggman, which you can listen to here. He'd either sound very similar to how Mike Pollock does in those clips I used, or he could sound like how Deem Bristow voiced the character Kenny Sinclair, which you can also listen to in the post linked. Leaning towards the latter. It suits the personality and attitude I imagine him having well.

Are there a lot of things that make him quite like my Casino AU Egg but with less pink and sluttiness... yes lol. But that's the point as the version of his dad in the AU is mostly the same as my idea of main universe Egg's too and the only difference is that Casino Egg was more influenced by the casino stuff primarily, unlike modern who only took it up as side thing partially thanks to him.

If they ever revealed his father in a game and he was way different, then he'd still remain the Casino AU version of him forever because I'm so attached to the idea of him 💜

If you're interested in seeing more of my headcanons and concepts about his father, you can read about them in my #robotnik family tag! And if you have any more questions then feel free to ask, I always love talking about my concepts with y'all 🥰

[marielle-eva-art]

ARTIST RESEARCH

Reflective research:

Artists in response to water and critical themes of ecology, environmentalism, feminism, social-psychology, culture, identity, spiritualism, and philosophical concepts...

Serge Attukwei Clottey:

I was deeply moved by the work 'Tomorrow's World' by Serge Attukwei Clottey, which uses yellow plastic jerrycans to create a striking installation reflecting Ghana's water crisis. He transforms the discarded containers used to transport water from distant sources into a powerful symbol of resilience, creativity, and hope. Serge Attukwei Clottey invites the viewers to re-think how we use and value water and how we can address the environmental and social issues that affect its availability and quality. This work inspires me because it shows how art can raise awareness and spark dialogue about the importance of water for life and well-being. It also demonstrates how art can connect us to the lived experiences of people facing water scarcity and insecurity daily.

How can I challenge my practice more strikingly provocatively to stimulate the audience's attention to the value of water and the environmental crisis? The risk of losing our most vital source of life, water, and to imagine a better tomorrow where water is accessible, safe, and sustainable for all.

Yeni & Nan:

Yeni & Nan is a duo of artists who explore the connection between water and human existence through various creative practices.

Their art inspires me because they translate their ideas into beautiful and meaningful forms, such as installations, performances, sculptures, and videos. I like how they use water as a metaphor for life, change, flow, and transformation. Their art practice is bold, innovative, and original, combining different media and techniques to create immersive and engaging experiences.

Their art also challenges me to consider the environmental and social issues related to water, such as scarcity, pollution, access, and justice, and how to translate that through the body, environment, and performative practices. I'd like to aim to develop my voice and vision in water and human existence through creative practices such as Yani and Nan.

Maria Whiteman:

I came across Maria Whiteman recently after a lengthy dig for artists who work with water. Her use of water as a visual language inspires me as her approach is more poetic. She explores the connections between water, land, and human bodies in various media, such as photography, video, and installation. Her works evoke a sense of wonder, vulnerability, and intimacy with the natural world, which closely relates to the direction my art practice is going.

I admire how she challenges the conventional representations of water and invites the viewers to reflect on their own relationship with this vital element. Her practice resonates with me personally, as I have always been fascinated by water and its symbolic meanings. Water is a source of life but also a force of destruction. It is fluid but also solid. It is transparent but also reflective. It is both familiar and mysterious. By using water as a visual language, Maria Whiteman creates works rich in meaning and emotion, which I admire.

Sandra Selig:

The more I explore Sandra Selig's works, the more I'm interested in how she converts such transient concepts and elements into a visual experience, especially in her installation Rivers Recording the Universe (Tokyo) 2009. In this piece, she uses water as a medium to create a dynamic and immersive environment that reflects the cosmic patterns of the universe. She invites the viewers to experience the fluidity and interconnectedness of life through the movement and sound of water.

Her use of water as a visual language is very inspiring, as it shows how something so familiar and essential can also be a source of beauty and wonder. Water is a material for her and a metaphor for the cycles and transformations occurring in nature and ourselves. She reveals both elements' hidden dimensions and potentials by exploring the relationship between water and light. Her work challenges me to look at water in a new way, not as something passive and mundane but as something active and mysterious, capable of expressing and recording the universe.

Dylan Miner:

Dylan Miner is a remarkable artist who fascinates me with his lyrical and political approach to creative practices. He employs cyanotype printing, a photographic technique that I am currently exploring, to create works exploring Indigenous peoples' past and future, especially the Métis Nation. His cyanotypes are aesthetically pleasing and robust statements that challenge colonial narratives and celebrate Indigenous resistance and resurgence. I respect his ability to combine art and activism and to use his medium as a tool for education and empowerment. Dylan Miner encourages me to use my creativity to express my identity, values, relationship to place, and vision for a more equitable and sustainable world.

Song Dong:

Song Dong's art practice intrigues me a lot, especially his stamping the water and water diary projects. These works explore the ephemeral nature of water and its spiritual significance in Chinese culture.

I admire how he uses water as a medium to create personal and universal art, reflecting his own experiences and emotions and his people's collective memory and history. His works inspire me to think about the relationship I have between water and life and how water can be a source of meditation and healing. I incorporate some of his techniques and concepts in my art practice, such as meditation while interacting with natural water sources.

I want to create art that is not only visually appealing but also meaningful and transformative for myself and the viewers.

Sophie Dieu:

I admire Sophie Dieu's art practice because she explores the themes of identity, belonging and healing through her expressive portraits. She uses ink, water, and salt to create fluid and organic shapes that reflect her emotions and experiences. Much like 'Betsy Damon,' she also collaborates with other artists and communities to create inclusive and empowering spaces for creativity and dialogue. Her art is inspiring because it shows the beauty and diversity of human stories and the power of art to heal and connect.

Hannah Rowan:

Another artist who explores water is long-based artist Hannah Rowan. Her water research explores the physical, emotional, and cultural aspects of water and how it shapes our lives and environments. Her artworks are beautiful and immersive, inviting the viewers to reflect on their own relationship with water. I admire her interdisciplinary approach, combining scientific knowledge, artistic expression, and environmental awareness. She challenges me to think more deeply and creatively about water as a vital resource using a scientific approach with a source of mystery and wonder.

Mary Beth Edelson:

Mary Beth Edelson and her ritualistic practices with water interest me. She uses water to symbolize life, healing, and transformation and creates art that connects her to nature, spirituality, and feminism. Her performative rituals in waterfalls, rivers, and oceans are where she immerses herself in the element and invites others to join her. She also makes paintings, collages, and sculptures incorporating water imagery and materials as well. Her art is a way of expressing her personal and collective identity and challenging the patriarchal structures that oppress women and nature. I admire her courage, creativity, and vision. Performance is something I'd like to explore more within my art practice.

Sebastián Calfuqueo:

I admire Sebastián Calfuqueo's work because he explores the relationship between his Mapuche identity and the environment. He uses natural elements such as clay, water, and fire to create sculptures and installations reflecting his cultural heritage and personal experiences. His art challenges the stereotypes and discrimination that indigenous people face in Chile and beyond. His courage and creativity to express his voice and vision through his art inspires me.

[omikazu]

— when he wants more | tr ♡

FEATURING koko and izana

category: fluff, jealousy, mentions of fwb dynamics in koko's part and light mentions of drugs in izana's (nothing too much) <3

• kokonoi hajime

when you and koko first started sleeping with each other, nothing about your relationship with him really changed. you met him at the bar that you managed, and soon enough, he became a regular customer, and you hit it off with him quite well. both in and out of bed. you were both still friends, got along great and he didn't make it awkward in any way. he came over whenever you were both free, made you feel good and left citing work obligations, and that's just the way you wanted it to be.

you knew that koko was an executive member of japan's most feared criminal organisation, and you honestly didn't want to know the gruesome details of his worklife. especially since you found yourself catching feelings for him. you kept reminding yourself that it would be dangerous to be with somebody like that, and besides, koko never implied that he was interested in you romantically. so it's not like you even stood a chance.

but you couldn't help but dream, it's hard not to when he's so close, so within your reach, at least physically.

"earth to, y/n," koko calls out, waving his hands over your face. "what are you lookin' so serious for? bad day?" you shake your head, giving him a half hearted smile. koko furrows his brows, obviously not buying it, but he doesn't press further, much to your relief.

you turn over in bed, both mind and heart racing from your thoughts. almost everyday koko enters through your door, sometimes serious and sometimes in a good mood, fucks you into oblivion, gets back up and leaves. it's just a part of both of your routines, and it's the kind of cycle that would surely break someday.

"y/n, what's wrong?" koko repeats, grabbing you by the shoulders and turning you around so you face him. his strikingly beautiful eyes were wide with concern, making him look less intimidating than usual. you wish you could drink in the sight of him caring about you everyday. you gulp, lowering your gaze. no, you won't tell him. you can't. that'd destroy everything you have with him right now.

"it's time for you to leave, isn't it?" you say, pushing his hand away. "you usually leave around this time, so why are you still here?" koko frowns, wondering what got you so mad all of a sudden. you seemed fine until a few minutes ago. "uh, i don't really know," he says, propping himself up onto his elbow.

even as he said it, kokonoi knew he was lying. he definitely knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was you. he just doesn't know how to voice it out aloud, not to mention that he's scared that he'd fail to protect you, and he'd never forgive himself if you were put in danger just because you were with him.

"then leave," your voice cuts sharply through his thoughts. "if you don't know why you're even here, maybe i'm not worth staying for." koko blinks, staring at you. your eyes fight back tears as you try and hold on to your last shred of dignity. you're already naked and heartbroken, crying would be the final straw.

"y/n, i know," koko says, cupping your face and gently coaxing you to look at him. "i know why i'm here, it's just that i'm too scared to say it." his voice was shaky, his thumb nervously tracing circles onto your jaw.

"the only reason i leave as soon as we're done is because i'm scared," he admits, and you notice how his pupils dilate at the sight of you, and it makes your heart race just a little bit more. "i'm so fucking scared that i'll lose you if i ever cross a line, and fuck, i want to. i badly want to, more than you know, but i just don't want to put you in danger, because if something happens to you and i'm the reason, i don't know what i'd fucking do, i don't even want to imagine it." for the first time since you've known him, koko looks so vulnerable, every word coming from his heart.

"then don't," you mumble, leaning into his touch. "don't think about all that, let's start off slow. right now, in this exact moment, what's on your mind?" koko parts his lips, thinking of the first thing that comes to mind. "i wanna kiss you, that's what i'm thinking," he admits, his nose nuzzling against yours. "can i do that?" you nod, giving him the green signal. "permission granted, go for it."

and so he does, kissing you so slow and so deep you feel the euphoria course into every single vein of your body, making you giddy. his hands busy themselves, one cupping your cheek hard like you'll leave if he ever lets go, and the other lost somewhere between the soft strands of your hair, caressing your scalp gently.

and when he finally pulls apart from you, you swear you could see stars. "i've got one more thing on my mind, y/n" he admits, and you can't help but look at him in awe, loving how he looks just as giddy as you feel. "and what is it?" you ask, your fingers moving to play with his loose locks of blond hair, making him sigh in relief.

"can i stay over? please?" he says, looking at you hopefully, like a lost little kitten. you can't help yourself from smiling at him as you press a small kiss onto his forehead.

"sure you can, because i want more too."

• izana kurokawa

you are the only person in the world that has been by izana's side through everything. the good and the bad and the crazy. you first met him at the orphanage when you were both kids, never leaving his side since, and to this day, he sometimes wonders why. he's a terrible person who rides with gangs, sells drugs, beats up people and has even been to jail before. so why haven't you abandoned him? why haven't you given up on him like everyone else has?

"you okay, 'zana?" you chirp, shoving a bag of chips into his arms. "here, have some." izana shakes his head, gazing at you in wonder. you look so beautiful with the wind ruffling your hair as your legs dangle loosely from the branch of the huge weeping willow that the pair of you were currently seated on.

"why did you pick this tree again?" he asks you, moving a few stray leaves out the way so he can see you more clearly. "because it's so pretty," you answer, smiling at him. "and we're both practically hidden from view, so we don't have to worry about anybody else bothering us. it just feels safe, i guess."

safe? why would you feel safe with somebody like him around? he feels a pang of guilt hit him as his heart races at your words. he knows that he shouldn't be harbouring feelings for you, just the fact that you're in his life as a friend is more than enough and yet he couldn't help himself from secretly and shamefully wishing for more.

"you're so distracted today, 'zana," you grumble, throwing a stray chip onto his head. "come on, tell me what's on your mind already."

"why did you stick with me?" izana asks you out of the blue, surprising himself. "you know all the terrible things i've done, you know how many people got hurt because of me, so why? just why do you never give up on me? i just.. need to know. it's been plaguing my mind."

"i honestly don't know," you admit casually, shrugging. "i see you do all these unacceptable things, and i just find myself making up stupid little reasons and excuses as to what made you act that way, i look for anything and everything but you to blame, because i can't ever imagine a life without you by my side."

izana feels his heart inflate more and more with each word you speak, the perpetual feeling of loneliness that's forever been haunting him fading little by little the longer he stares at you.

"you were the first person that began to matter to me after my parents die, you're like, the most important person in my life," you say, so very naturally, the words just flowing with ease, like you've rehearsed it all before. you never felt like there's something to be embarrassed about when you're with izana, so you always speak your mind, and this time, you speak your heart.

"why do you ask—"

"i want more."

your brows furrow in confusion, not quite catching onto what he means. "what do you mean you want more, izana? do you want me to give a long speech on why i always stick by–"

"i'm in love with you, y/n."

your eyes widen at izana's sudden confession, the packet of chips dropping onto the ground with a dull crinkle. you look for any signs of teasing behind his eyes and to your surprise, you find absolutely none.

"you actually mean that?" you ask carefully, "because i love you too and i swear to god, if you're playing with me only to say you're just kidding later, i will literally cry." izana shakes his head, drawing in a shaky breath. "shit, i'm serious, i've always loved you, y/n," he says sincerely, pulling you closer and covering your hands in his.

"i'm all in, i've always wanted more, it's just that.. i've always had this feeling that you're too good for me," he admits, kissing your knuckles lightly. "and god knows i still do, that there's still this big part of me that's screaming that you deserve someone so much better, but fuck, you still chose me. out of all the people you could've given your love to, you still chose me, and i can't tell you how ecstatic that makes me feel."

by now, the two of you were blinking back tears, and you try to find the right words to say. "see, picking this tree was a smart choice, now no one else can see us be a couple of crybabies," you say, making izana laugh.

"i can't believe i cried on the first date," izana tuts. "so uncool." you nod, fake frowning at him. "true, but i've seen worse so i'm immune," you say as he playfully tackles you.

"stop, izana! we'll fucking fall otherwise," you say, panicking. "don't worry, princess, i'll catch you before you do," he promptly responds, making heat rush into your cheeks. but you still relax, because you trust izana.

you trust him with your life. you always have.

[idjitlili]

Your eyes can be so cruel.

Kili x reader

Summary:  Being apart of the company, and growing close to Kili. After stopping at an inn, some drunk men, decide to pick at Kili's appearance. Words from Bowie come into favour.

A/n: Requested by Thatfoolishhuman  I have seen this idea a lot for Kili, but I'lol make it my own :) Also I'm British, so don't be mad at my spelling. FIRST IMAGINE OF 2021

Word count:3375

Warnings: Listened to David Bowie while writing this, sorry Bowie you just too handsome. Swearing.

Songs in order: rebel rebel, as the world falls down.

There was perks from travelling with your parents; due to business. The most frequent place you'd go was Tortuga, it was a quite a large village. Every time that you'd go, you and your parents stayed in an inn, which had a pub connected to it.

You'd eat with your parents in there, before all the drunks arrived, it was also a Saturday that you'd go. Saturdays meant that a song writer, and singer in one , was always there. His name being Jareth, he was a very beautiful man, in honesty one of the best musicians, in history.

Jareth was a skinny man, had a huge blond mullet, beautiful eyes one pupil larger than the other, beautiful accent, beautiful everything. Who couldn't have a crush on Jareth, his songs were like none other. 

These trips started when you were 5, when your parents business finally picked up, all the way up until you came to age. Which is when you joined the company, due to Gandalf.

You didn't think you'd ever see Jareth again, but you do.  You had undoubtedly had a crush on the singer growing up, you had almost forgotten about him when you joined the company.

Personally you didn't know Gandalf very well, not like your parents did, but he recruited you for an adventure, how could you deny it. A chance to see elves, dwarves, dragons? No way you was going to pass up that chance, no way.

You were surprised when the company had picked up, after getting Bilbo, since you lived on the way. Scary yes, not knowing any of these people, a chance at getting friends, you could only hope.

Strange was to say the least, you had seen a couple of dwarves growing up , that was just in pubs mostly. The were always not so pleasant, but these dwarves, plump and strikingly handsome. That hobbit? Bilbo that didn't take long for you to become friends, being shy didn't help, but some how you managed.

Dwarves were were quite scary; to say the least they intimidated you. 

That was until a particularly rainy day, when the mud was like cake batter. Thorin had decided it was time to stop for the night, the rain hammering down, lightning even, every now and then. 

Everyone was getting off their pony's, as were you, you was about to step down, when a huge crack of thunder was sounded above you. Damn you Thor. You had jumped, slipping on the mud, but you never hit the floor, instead you into strong arms.

Looking up , drips of water from dark hair had dripped on you, as Kili looked down at you. Your feet upwards, like a trust fall, you had smiled in embarrassment back to Kili, who had pulled you up to your feet. "T-thank you." Now standing up on your own, pulling your tunic down, trying to avoid eye contact.

"You're welcome, wouldn't want you to ruin your clothes a day into our journey." Kili had smiled at you, as you looked back to him from your feet, smiling slightly back.

Dwarves weren't as bad as they were made out to be, you learned that very quickly. When it was time for baths, turns out they were protective over females, always when you bathed two dwarves stood guard, just in case.

On cold nights, you'd wake up with an extra blanket.

Even though Thorin didn't like you were on this quest, he was never horrible, maybe because you just stayed quiet. You did not want to anger that beast, Bilbo talked quite a lot and look at him..

On one night, you were told to hide, Bilbo had been kidnapped by trolls, you hadn't listened. You followed everyone else, staying the bushes, getting as close as you possibly could, before quietly climbing up a tree with your knife.

It wasn't long before they were all caught, you just staring down at them, specifically Kili, you had hoped at he look up, and see you drop the knife. You could not make nose that would have alerted the trolls immediately. Sat on a branch , trying to blend in as much as possible.

That was Kili had looked up wide eyed, as you dropping the knife , and quickly climbed further up the tree to get out of eye view. You had thought it had worked, oh you was wrong.

"That one has gotten out!" Kili had started running around the trolls , as if he was sonic. A few minutes that lasted before you had noticed a shadow. But it didn't matter because Bert had grabbed Kili tightly,like he was slime that wouldn't stay put. No way would not have bruises after that. Of course he got out of Berts grip as Gandalf had appeared, cracking the large Boulder, turning the trolls into stone.

Feeling terrible the next day still, when the company had stopped again for the night and everyone had went to sleep. You could not, Kili being on watch, you had gotten up quietly, making your way over to him, sitting on log next to him.

Thinking about what you would say, Kili had beaten you to it. "Can't sleep?" His voice sounded tired, but still as lively. "Yeah.. um I'm sorry." Very convincing, indeed.

" for what?" The fire glowing orange, causing Kili to be barely visible as he turned to his to look at you. "It's my fault, that you got hurt yesterday, I should've listened to Thorin."

"What on earth are you going on about? I wasn't hurt? I'm fine, no one is dead , you did great, you didn't throw the knife at my head, maybe then I'd be distrusting in you." You felt like sighing, thankfully, but that would be cringy.

"I haven't got good aim, so it could've happened."

"You need someone to teach you."  You had scoffed slightly at Kili, gaining his full attention.

"I do not think anyone would have the patience." The warm orange glow from the fire, lit up the outline of Kili's face, a small grin could be seen.

"Are you challenging me? I have to sit through multiple speeches from Thorin a day."

"That's because you and Fili mess with him, I saw you the other day tangle a bunch of branches into his hair ,while he was sleeping. Why are you always surprised that he gets mad?"

"That was funny though, did you not see that bird fly at him? It shat on his face." Kili's grin only widened, as did yours, you had seen, Thorins face was bright red with the whipped cream.

"I'm surprised Thorin doesn't just leave you somewhere." 

"My mum would kill him. Right that settles it, you will learn from the best , to throw knives."

"You will really get Fili to help me?" Kili had gasped at you , sarcastically. "Oh I see, you want that Lion, over me, I'm hurt y/n."

"No,no, thank you Kili."

Thus, a bond was formed every night the company stopped, Kili would take you from camp, taught you basic defensive techniques and knife throwing.

To say the least, it did not take you long to develop a crush. Fili and Bilbo had became suspicious and decided to sneak up on you two. Why you'd do , not sure, Bilbo supposed to be smart, for all they knew you could've been going at it.

Instead they found you both sparring, undoubtedly they were confused, as you knocked the sword from Kili's hand ,before tackling him. Straddling him, as you looked up to see Bilbo and Fili. Quickly letting go of Kili's wrists, Kili looking up confused too, as you stood up, pulling him up with you.

"Oh, hi, we were just sparring." Too embarrassed to speak, Kili did soon as he noticed his brother and hobbit.  "So, this is what you two have been doing for weeks? 'Sparring'?" Fili didn't believe it, if Thorin knew he would not have, an heir to the throne, left unsupervised with a woman? No way.

"Yes Fili, I've been teaching Y/n how to defend herself." Sweat dripping down both of your faces,  "Right okay, Thorin said it's time for you to have a bath in the quarry, before the dwarves filthy it. Come on y/n." Bilbo had pulled you away, turning your head back to Kili you had sent a smile back to him.

You were back on the road soon enough, Thorin had decided to let the company stop for a night at an inn, an inn with a pub on the side.

Tortuga, the inn you had grew up at.

What day was it? Saturday, you could only hope, you had a huge grin on your face. You had grabbed your stuff,  once everyone was off their pony's, heading in to the inn,

Getting to the desk, to check into the inn, which consequently next to the bar, you in front.  "Aye, it's y/n/n! It's been a while, luv. And you've brought friends, do you all need rooms?"  Sparrow, the owner of the inn had greeted you,with a grin. That man was also very handsome, but too old for you though.

"I know, mum and dad been here a lot though, I assume? Oh I'm, when they next come here, would you be able to give this. And yes please we need for 16." Handing Sparrow the letter from your pocket.

"Of course, okay right it's 2 coins each for the night." The dwarves soon pulled out there coins passing them forward, as did you.

As Sparrow got the keys after counting the coins, he had turned back to you. "Oh, and lucky for you, y/n/n Jareth is here tonight." Sparrow had grinned, as your face flushed.

"Oh,really?" Kili unknowingly to you had also developed a crush on you, the mention of Jareth, made him bubble with jealousy. The company wondered, why such a young woman would be on nickname terms with the pub owner, and who Jareth was. They hadn't seen you as that type of girl, they were right not you, you weren't an alcoholic.

You had all went to your rooms, you had bathed deeply ,  dressed and headed down to the pub for dinner. The company already there, sat at tables, with jugs of ale. There was a space next to Kili, who had waved you over to sit.

Squeezing next to Kili, Sparrow had catcalled you again. "Oi, y/n/n , usual?"  Nodded to his question, Loki the cook had brought out your favourite dinner, as Sparrow brought you an ale.

"You had it ready? Thank you." Sparrow had just winked leaving you to eat your dinner, the others were too busy drinking , but when they had noticed your food, they quickly ordered food.  

"So, you come here regularly?" Kili had questioned as you finished your food, "oh, I'm yes, I travelled with my parents growing up , we had to drop stuff off here in Tortuga often , so we would stay here for the night." You had spoken quickly , wanting to change the subject.

" Transporting goods then?" Kili was intrigued, watching you intensely as you sipped your ale. Really he wanted to know who Jareth was. "Yeah, pretty boring, got to see a lot of places though." After that, a lot of people began to pile in, and the dwarves got drunker.

You knew it was going to be soon, that Jareth would be here. Not long at all, customers getting drunk, it was lively indeed.

Though nothing ever happened between you and Jareth, he still held a place in your heart, as well as being your best friend.

That's when you heard it.

"Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo"  you head had shot up,in search of him, but you couldn't see him.

"You've got your mother in a whirl

She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl

Hey babe, your hair's alright

Hey babe, let's go out tonight

You like me, and I like it all

We like dancing and we look divine

You love bands when they're playing hard

You want more and you want it fast

They put you down, they say I'm wrong

You tacky thing, you put them on."  Then you saw him, on the stage , well sort of a stage. 

Catching sight of his mullet, down to his eyes, he had not noticed you, you wondered if Sparrow had told him you were here.  You hoped he would see you.

"Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel rebel, your face is a mess

Rebel rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp, I love you so!" Thats when Jareth finally caught your eyes, holding eye contact as he sang, Blush upon your face. You had gotten up and went to the bar, ordering something strong, before retiring to your seat.

As Jareth had already started another song, you smacked down your drink.

"There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes a kind of pale jewel

Open and closed

Within your eyes

I'll place the sky

Within your eyes."  Jareth , catching your eye, gesturing you to come closer , with his hand.

"There's such a fooled heart

Beatin' so fast

In search of new dreams

A love that will last

Within your heart

I'll place the moon

Within your heart"

Standing up , Kili watched you as you walked towards the stranger man, as did the other dwarves. 

"As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down."

  Jareth had held knelt down, holding his gloved hand for you to take, which you did. Pulling you up onto the stage.  Still holding onto your hand, still singing, as he continued singing, you placed your hand on his shoulder as he placed his other hand on your waist.Kili's heart ached.

"Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling in love."  As you two danced , in sync, you truly loved Jareth, Kili stood up , went to the bar to get another drink.

"I'll paint you mornings of gold

I'll spin you Valentine evenings though we're strangers 'til now

We're choosing the path

Between the stars

I'll leave my love

Between the stars."  Jareth had taught you how to dance, and every time you visited , he'd give you another song he had written for your book.  A book which held all his songs.

"As the pain sweeps through

Makes no sense for you

Every thrill is gone

Wasn't too much fun at all

But I'll be there for you-ou-ou

As the world falls down

Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

Falling

Falling in love

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

Falling

Falling in love

As the world falls down

Makes no sense at all

Makes no sense to fall

Falling

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

Falling in love

As the world falls down

Falling

Falling

Falling in love

Falling in love

Falling in love

Falling in love

Falling in love."  As soon as the song was over, you both had gotten of stage and you had jumped into Jareths arms. 

"Missed you."

"Ditto,"

Jareth had looked over to your table, "so you are travelling with dwarves now?" You had smiled , looking back your table, Kili wasn't there.  "Yes, Jareth, I'm going on an adventure, we have already seen trolls."

Grinning down at you, realisation hit Jareth, and went rushed to his bag quickly before returning back to you with a sheet of paper.

'Magic dance.'

"Just in case you meet a Goblin king. So who is your beloved?" Taking the piece of paper,  looking at into Jareths blue eyes in confusion. "W-what?"

"The dwarf that stormed out, he does not like me."  Jareth had chuckled, as you folded the piece of paper up placing it away.  "We aren't together."

"Maybe you should go check on him, y/n/n, come see me later, I'm staying here tonight." You had briefly hugged Jareth before leaving the pub. 

That's when you heard it, "stupid fucking hairless, fuck."   Local drunks harassing Kili. "Oi, what are you doing?"  The men had turned briefly to look at you, before scoffing. "Fuck of tramp."

You had marched up to the greasy man, pulling by the shoulder, to face you , and kneeing him in the crotch, making the man double over. Kili had punched one of them.  The men soon ran, when you had tackled one of them, beating them into mash, when Kili had pulled you off,the ground, trying to get out of his grip. All the men ran.

"It's me, y/n, stop, if you continued you would have been arrested." Placing , you back onto the floor, Kili had soon walked off, heading to his room, you following. But he had closed the door before you could get in.

This, you climbed up the roof hanging over the roof, to look into Kili's room. Looking like Spiderman. Kili sat on his bed staring at the wall, not moving, jumping when you knocked the window.

He had rushed to the window when he had seen you , hanging of the roof, you definitely couldn't hold on longer. Though Kili wasn't tear stained , it was clear that he was upset.  He had opened the window, helping you in.

"What are you doing? On the roof, what if you fell." He as definitely annoyed, "I would not have, plus I wouldn't have to if you let me in before." You definitely would have fell.

He hadn't answered this time, just sat on the bed, away from you, you sat next to him on the bed. 

"Kili, talk to me, tell me what has made you not yourself. Please, Kili." You didn't dare touch him, but you did placing your hand on his foreman. "Why don't you go to your beloved? You won't be seeming him for a while , instead of bothering me." You had scoffed pulling your hand off of him, you already knew he ran off because of Jareth.

"You are very stupid dwarf, in all honesty, Jareth is my bestfriend, only friend I had growing up, and don't you think he is a bit old for me?" 

"I don't believe it, you like a man that has long soft hair, nothing like me, I can't even grow a beard."

"frankly beards are really gross, tell me that the dwarves don't smell? You know why? Because they drop food all their beards and don't know it."  You had laughed, imagine Bombur going through his beard and finding cheese.

"They do smell,"

"Exactly, and what's wrong with your hair, Kili?" You had turned on the bed, bringing your hand up  to his hair,touching it gently, moving it out for his face. "I think you've got lovely hair, those guys were just idiots, Jareth had to beat them with a soup spoon once, you are not stupid nor hairless. How could they call you hairless? They are bald?"

Cupping Kili's face, to bringing him to face you, looking into his chestnut eyes.  "Y/n, I must confess, that this would not have happened if I did not like you."   And with that you had pressed your lips to his.

"Your eyes can be so cruel

Just as I can be so cruel

Oh I do believe in you

Yes I do" Jareth singing faintly could be heard.

[musedblues]

A Taste Of Honey *SNEAK PEEK*

Moodboard by @brianmays-hair

Coming soon...

A 1920's Deacy au! In which the reader, who comes from a family heavily involved in the American temperance movement, meets John, a bootlegger from overseas.

a/n: I've decided my next fic will be a two-parter! This wild idea has been such fun to imagine, but it's not quite done. So, I thought while I worked out the kinks, I'd post this little sneak peek in hopes I'd be more inspired to get the story sorted.

If you'd like to be tagged in the two part 20's!deacy instalment coming later this month, please let me know!

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"Care for a coffee while you wait, then?" You shot John a grin. Accepting the offer would occupy time for the pair of you. Thankfully, John shrugged and asked for a little honey in his drink. One black coffee with a spoonful of honey had never seemed so paramount. While you concerned yourself with boiling water and finding a new paper filter, you decided to fill the sudden silence with a little chatter.

"So how much longer will you be in town?"

"Oh, a month give or take. There are some other shops I've agreed to help out."

"So we aren't the most special coffee house on this side of the Mississippi, then?" You offered a playful pout and a curious quirk of your brow. What was it he really helped out with, anyway?

"Actually," John lifted a finger while you reached for a clean mug. "You do stick out among the rest." He seemed to mean it, causing a hurricane of emotion to swirl in your gut.

"Yeah, like a sore thumb maybe." This town was a speck on the map, even close up. If ever there was any girl as disinterested in the ways set about this hamlet as you, the old folks and brown noses found every way to change minds like yours; or least of all make you feel absurdly silly for having a mind that thought so openly.

"Not so," John spoke almost sternly, while you found the honey. His voice reminded you of the nectar. Obviously sweet, but strikingly bold. "Girls like you... well, you are a light in this strange, dark, country."

You hadn't meant to catch his eye. You'd done well in avoiding his gaze till now, actually. But he was looking to you with that same curious smirk he never seemed rid of. There was nothing you could do to hide your blush besides bite your lips together and focus entirely on pouring his cup of coffee and mixing in the additive he'd asked for.

"Here you are then." You slid the mug gently across the counter toward him, watching the steam curl into the atmosphere. "Perhaps if it's not too mediocre a drink, I'll serve you another before you go for good." You spoke, hoping your nerves were hidden behind your suddenly brazen choice of words.

John let the tips of his fingers dance around the rim of the mug as his stormy eyes stayed fixed on yours.

"Perhaps I'll be seeing more of you either way." 

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[multifandomwriter18]

Ironhide x reader imagine ~ TF1

~Ironhide was legit my very first crush. Then he died in Dark of the moon so then I kinda was like ‘bee is kind of cute.’ Therefore that led to becoming madly in love with Bumblebee. Anyways enjoy!~

You see being a teenager and figuring out your GMC truck isn't just a truck but an alien robot it kinda fucks your head up.

Normally you don't see a 17 year old going out on a full out alien war but hey that's just your crazy life right?

After the first war you became really good friends with Sam but sadly he had moved on with Mikaela which was cool since you had Ironhide to hang out with you.

Throughout your time with him, he had taught you a lot. Mostly about guns and bad ass missions he went on back on Cybertron which you didn't mind cause who wouldn't want to hear cool as stories about giant alien robots kicking ass?!

Tonight you were gonna pick up (name) for you and his movie date. Of course you were excited. You had always had a crush on him every since you two little kids.

The school bell takes you away from your thoughts and you grabbed your binders and you head out it (class) class.

You see (name) leaning against your locker as you smiled at him. "Hey, (name) how was class?" He asked as he chuckled. "It was good I guess. (Class) is (class)." You replied as you tucked a lock of your (h/c) hair behind your ear.

He smiled as he leaned down and kissed your cheek. "You see tonight ."

You blushed but nodded as you watched him leave. You sigh dreamily at him as you then opened your locker and grabbed your (colour and size) backpack.

You closed your locker and head out to of the school to the parking lot where Hide was parked at.

As you get to the parking lot you see a few girls making cow eyes at Hide. Heat swept through your cheeks.

Wha-what the heck is going?!

You felt angry and jealous. What?! Me jealous?!

Without anymore hesitation, feeling sick to your stomach watching the girls touch his hold you snapped.

"Hey!" They turn to look at you as you stormed at them. "Get your hands of him-my truck!" You spat as the girls side stepped as they looked at you.

"This is your truck?" The blonde one asked as you rolled your (e/c) colour eyes. "Damn right, now get your hands away from him-m-my truck!" You snapped as you stuttered the last part.

"Chill out weirdo we were just checkout the truck."

Your face went a dark shade of red. "Well I don't want you doing that again-and don't ever touch him-my truck!"

The girls whispered to each other as you glared at him, ignoring the warmth of his hood underneath your touch.

The girls walked away as you let out a shaky breath. You step away from Hide for a moment, wondering what the hell just had happened.

"You ok kid?" Hide asked through the radio as I nodded, throwing my bag onto the passenger seat before getting into the driver's side.

"So what are we gonna do tonight kid?"

You chuckled nervously, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. "Oh um..well I have a..a date.." You mumble as Hide instantly pressed on the brakes nearly smashing your face against the steering wheel.

"Ironhide what the-"

"A what?!"

You worked down a swallow as you shifted in the seat. "A date..like when two humans go out together." You replied as he snorted in disgust. "Hide what the hell is wrong with you?"

He didn't reply. He started up again and drove you home.

:later that night:

As you got ready you couldn't get Ironhide out of your head.

Why did he act like that?

You shook your head side to side trying to get Hide out of your head. You then added some makeup to your face.

A little bit of coverup. Mascara and eye liner. You then went to your closet and pulled out a pair of (colour) jeans, a (colour) t-shirt and your (colour) jean jacket.

You pulled on ankle socks and your (colour) Vans. You grabbed your purse, phone and wallet. You brushed your hair and left it down.

You take in a deep breath before heading down the stairs and giving your parents a quick kiss on their cheeks. "I want you home at 11 o'clock and don't be late." Your father stated sternly as you nodded.

"Yes ok. Bye!" You run out the door and to the driveway and hopped in the driver side and Ironhide grumbled something before starting up and the radio played one of your favourite songs.

"I want to hold you when I'm not suppose to. When I'm lying next to someone else. Your stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it. I could do it all again. I know I'd go back to you!" You sang out as you hummed the rest of the lyrics as you pulled into (name's) driveway and he steps out from his porch.

As he went to open the passenger door it wouldn't budge. "Hey um..(y/n) the doors locked." You raised a brow as you clicked the unlock button but it locked again.

You rolled your (e/c) eyes before you leaned over and opened the door. "Sorry (name) my truck can sometimes be stupid."

He chuckled before getting in and you drive off to the movies. During the drive he reached out and you both held hands as your other hand rested on the steering wheel.

Ironhide thankfully didn't act up anymore. Part of you felt guilty for calling Hide stupid. He wasn't stupid. He meant a lot to you but sometimes he could get on your nerves.

Once you pull up to the movie theatre you find a parking spot and both you and (name) get out and in hand in hand walk to the front doors.

As you look over your shoulder, staring at Hide one last time. Why do I feel like I'm making a mistake?

:after the movie:

You pull up to his house and you smiled at him. Through out the movie you felt at ease.

Happy even. (Name) made you giggle a lot as he would put his arm around you or kiss your cheek.

He made you feel bubbly and just-God you could swoon over him, but part of you didn't feel right.

You had non-stopped thought about Hide. All you could think about was him and how you got jealous of those girls.

You thought about him getting jealous over you and (name).

"I had fun (y/n) I really did.."

You smiled as you looked at him. Your (e/c) eyes met his dark (e/c) ones.

Slowly you both leaned towards each other. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips. Just before (name) could kiss you, Ironhide jerked the seat forward and backwards ruining the moment.

"I'm so sorry! I don't-my truck has some issues but-"

He cut you off with a soft kiss on the cheek. "It's ok (y/n), see you tomorrow."

You blushed but nodded as he smiled at you once more before heading out and to his house.

You then kicked the radio. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you do that?!" You snapped at Hide, instantly regretting it.

Of course he didn't response so without another word you put him in drive and pulled out of (name's) driveway and down the road.

"I can't believe you right now! First you try to lock (name) out. Then you nearly throw him off the seat! What the fuck!" You yelled angrily as you clenched hard on the steering wheel.

Suddenly the truck jerks and you nearly hit face first on the steering wheel.

"CAUSE I LIKE YOU!" He snarled through the com-link throwing you off big time.

He likes me? You thought as your heart was beating out of your chest.

Ironhide pulled to the side off the road and his hologram appeared on the passenger side seat.

His hologram form was an eye full. The large body figure-muscle and all. His hair was jet black that kinda looks like a purple-silver in the faint moon light.

He wore dark jeans, a grey t-shirt that might you say cling onto his biceps. His eyes were a strikingly electric blue.

His skin was dark-like the colour of creamy coffee. Around his arms he had jet black tattoos-Cybertonian tattoos. He didn't look at me, he let out a faint sigh as he leaned over.

"Look, I hated the fact that you had that damn kid in here with you-and you didn't like those human girls checking out my alt mode.."

"Why the hell are you bringing this up now?" You hissed as more heat swept through your (skin colour) cheeks. "Why does it bother us so much if we are near or with other people?" He added on as you lowered my gaze.

"Maybe cause we're just that special?"

He groaned, dragging his hands down his face before grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him.

"God your so difficult."

"Hey-what I'm-MPH!"

In moment his lips collied with yours. Your (e/c) eyes widened at the sudden action but slowly you began to relax in his kiss.

His lips were warm and soft. Fitting perfectly against yours. You mimicked the movement of his lips for a while until he finally pulled away.

You both were out of breath, your faces both red and you couldn't help but stare at him in shock.

"Look-I don't know what I'm doing-or how to react to these emotions that I feel towards you but I know what I feel towards you is real. I like the feeling of it and if you don't-"

"-I like you too." You stuttered out as you cut him off from his sentence. You saw him tense up and his whole interior of his alt mode begin I heat up making you bite your lip at the sudden warmth.

"You do?" He asked, finally breaking he silence as you nodded, meeting his gaze.

"Yes I do."

He smirked a little as he pulled you towards him. Your face heated up a bit more. "In that case I would like to kiss you again but also ask you formally like you humans do it on earth. Will you be my girlfriend-or as we say it on Cyberton..will you be my Sparkmate?"

You smiled as you nodded eagerly. "Yes! Yes I say yes to it all." You replied cheerfully as Ironhide cupped your face and kissed you hard on the mouth.

You never had been kissed like this before. It was exhilarating! A kiss that made you want more and more.

You both broke the kiss and he smiled at you. You face flushed as you looked away.

"What are you smiling at?"

"You have two minutes before it hits 11 o'clock (nickname)"

You (e/c) eyes widened as you looked at the radio clock. "Oh shit! I'm gonna be late!"

You hopped off his lap and I to the driver's seat and sped down the road.

What a night eh?

Hello my little Sweetparks!

I hope you all are enjoying my imagines so far! Any thoughts of the new one shot?💗

More updates are still to come so stay tuned for more! Or please don’t be afraid to request anything! I’ll gladly take your requests!!!

[kiatheinsomniac]

Chapter III: Rooftop Talks

Part one: here Part two: here

Every student was gathered in the hall. (Y/n) looked around oddly, taking a mental headcount. There were only twenty-five students. That was one class.

They had just met the principal, Crawford Starrick who was standing on a podium and had just announced that they were allowed to have their first day to themselves in order to familiarise themselves with the building and the grounds. Perfectly timed, he asked if anyone had any questions. A few hands went up, along with (Y/n)’s.

“So, do we get to go out on the weekends at all?” Asked a boy who looked strikingly similar to Evie. (Y/n) concluded that this must be her twin, Jacob.

“If you’re willing to make the walk.” The principal replied. (Y/n)’s brows shot up, recalling how long the drive had been through the woods; she couldn’t imagine walking that distance. She was called on next.

“Is this everyone? I mean, it’s only one class unless we’re being split into two smaller classes.” She pointed out her observation.

“Each student here is handpicked for success.” The reactions to this were a mix of straightening backs with pride and scoffing, “We want you all to achieve your very best and thought a singular class would better achieve that.” He explained. (Y/n) nodded her head but something about it felt odd. Just one class? Then again, it could be down to the school being new and having to prove its worth before it could accept more students. “Kassandra.” He called on the Greek who had her hand up.

“So what aren’t we allowed to do?” She questioned, not wanting to get into an argument with staff over something she didn’t know.

“Break curfew, start fights, truant, steal, fail to hand in assigned tasks on time, disobey staff, have mobile phones.” The Greek smiled sweetly.

“Ok.” Was her simple answer. (Y/n) squinted her eyes at her slightly. She seemed far too happy with that answer. Why was she smiling so much? Why did her eyes light up?

With no more questions left, they were dismissed to familiarise themselves with the grounds. (Y/n) made her way over to Kassandra, curious. The Greek grabbed her hand and went running down the hall. A few other students watched this, curious before looking to their peers and shrugging, running after them.

When Kassandra finally stopped, they were standing at the top of a staircase by a set of old rusty doors. (Y/n) turned around to see that they had company. Claudia, Aveline and two other boys who (Y/n) didn’t know were all behind Kassandra and herself.

There was a loud creak and snap. Kassandra had kicked the door open, breaking the worn-down lock inside while keeping the doors intact. There was glass on the outside of the metal framing but it was so overgrown with moss that it was difficult to see what was outside. Was this some sort of balcony?

As soon as the doors were opened, it was revealed to be the roof. They all walked out onto it, chattering among themselves while (Y/n) made her way to the edge of the far wall. She could see the lake that gave Vermere Lake Grammar School its name. It was off in the distance, past the extravagant gardens and field with a few layers of trees blocking it from the view if you were on the ground. It appeared to be a clearing in the middle of the sea of green trees and had a stream trickling into it.

(Y/n) took the opportunity to look around the area from a higher viewpoint which she stood on. Trees and trees and trees covered the hills around the school. The colour was quickly becoming sickening to look at everywhere she turned.

Her (e/c) orbs flickered to the gardens and the sports field. She prayed that she wouldn't have to participate in any form of physical education. She had always been far more academic than athletic and saw it as a waste of time - she could be studying something far more useful in her opinion. The gardens were wonderful and defined by tidy gravel paths. The hedges and trees were trimmed to perfection and the colourful pop of the flowerbeds were a nice change from the constant, droning green. There were statues scattered in a grid among the gardens and a large fountain stood proudly in the epicentre of it all. The water was running, putting on a repetitive show, sunlight reflecting off the water and making it sparkle, while statues of cherub angels and mermaids were in the centre. It was a very flamboyant school, indeed.

She shuffled a little closer to the edge before a pair of hands carefully held her sides in a tight, yet cautious grip, causing her to jolt slightly with surprise.

“Careful, don’t fall.” A male voice spoke from behind her. She turned around to see that it was a boy with long brown hair which he swept back into a ponytail, tied with red satin. His skin was softly sunkissed and he had rich brown eyes with golden tones glimmering amongst them. He wore a deep blue high-necked jumper which defined his torso and was tucked into a pair of black trousers which were accompanied by a black Louis Vuitton belt and black suede boots. She took a step from the edge, which inevitably brought her body closer to his, before making her way past him.

She flashed a shy smile, blushing a little at how he'd held her hips, "Thank you." She managed out before making her way over to Claudia and Aveline seeing as she knew them the best. She thought over leaving so abruptly like that. Perhaps he wanted to get to know the other students here too - after all, most people here didn't know one another. She found herself feeling odd and liking how touchy some of the other students were - the way Kassandra had grabbed her hand, the way Arno had grabbed her sides, etcetera. She never got much affection from her parents and never had any friends to give her any either. She quite liked the contact. It was comforting.

What unnerved her though, was the realisation that she was so touch-starved that she was enjoying this from people that she hardly knew. It was quite a shocking sudden realisation, really; something that she didn't want to admit to so she pushed the thought away. She would be getting to know them all soon enough anyway, right? Well, aside from Cesare and Lucrezia. She didn't plan on associating herself with those two.

She hadn't even been here for a whole day and she was already finding out things about herself that she had failed to notice in the past. It only made her lap up all these new changes even more, finally free of that old routine which she was constantly restrained by back at her home.

(Y/n) watched as a blonde male student went running for the lake, followed by an olive-skinned boy who resembled Kassandra a lot.

"Oh, I think they're going to jump in." She pointed out as she gestured her hand towards the two students that were sprinting across the sports field and making a beeline for the lake.

"Of course he is." The Greek girl sighed, a smile on her lips as she watched one of the two boys in particular. "The taller one's my little brother, Alexios; but, a lot of his friends call him Deimos." She paused for a while, her smile lingering as she witnessed her brother and the blonde student strip off as many layers as they could (while staying decent) before plunging off the small pier and into the cold water, "I never liked his friends back home, they were terrible for him. If he's mean to you: don't take it to heart." She rested a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder to express her sincerity, "Those friends of his made him an asshole but I'm hoping that he will change now that he's not around them anymore. Mater hopes so too."

"Are you here for a change too?" The ebony-haired female prompted, wanting to get her own story across int he process.

"Because I tried to defend him from his friends, I ended up making a lot of enemies back at home." Shrugged, "I've always been one to punch first and ask questions later." (Y/n)'s eyes roved over Kassandra's arms to see how muscular she was. She definitely seemed like she would win a fight. "I suppose I'm looking to try and change myself in that aspect - learn to negotiate. But I know it won't happen overnight." She laughed at herself.

"I mostly accepted the application here because I wanted a change and I don't really have anyone at home." (Y/n) expressed, "I'd wake up and go to my school where I never had any friends, study all break and lunch, go home to paint or read for half an hour, study until dinner then get in the shower and go to sleep." She explained, "I was always home alone a lot because my parents work all the time. I've never been close to them. . . They didn't even drop me off at the airport. . . The family driver was the only one with me. . ." She spoke nonchalantly but Kassandra looked liked like she was on the verge of heartbreak.

For the Greek girl, her family was one of the most important things in her life, her source of happiness. It made her sad to know that her classmate didn't have anyone at all in the world.

"Well, you have friends now." She beamed, throwing an arm around her shoulder, "A lot of people here seem to like you already." Her gaze went back to her brother and the other student who were still swimming in the cold water and her lips tugged into a frown, "He's going to get sick if he stays in there too long. . . I should go get him." And with that, she left and (Y/n) made her way over to Claudia who was standing under a large greenhouse which was on the roof, gesticulating a lot with her hands while Aveline, the boy in blue from earlier, and the other guy were all paying attention to her.

". . . Just imagine it!" She spoke expressively, "Some lights, some chairs, pillows and blankets! If we clean up the glass and the floor and maybe add a few little flowerpots and trinkets on the shelves! This could be an awesome hangout! And, judging by the doors on the way up here, no one comes up here, so we can keep it as a thing between people we like."

"That's quite a cool idea, actually," Aveline spoke from where she was standing inside the rather large greenhouse, a frown tugged at her full lips, "But it would be nicer with some music."

"I bought my guitar with me." The boy that (Y/n) had yet to meet raised his hand in contribution. He had an Italian accent which made (Y/n)'s eyes flicker between him and Claudia, making note of their similarities. She concluded that this was Ezio, Claudia's brother. He, like Arno, suited long brown hair which was tied back - but he had shorter parts that fell loose and framed his angular face neatly. He wore a white hoodie with dark red joggers and white trainers. She wondered why he was dressed so casually until she realised that he and his sister must have had to wake up early to catch the plane and he would have wanted to be comfortable for the journey.

"I'm going to miss my music - I really hate this 'no phones' rule." The one who (Y/n) had briefly spoken to earlier piped up, "I mean, in a controlled environment like a boarding school, they're not exactly going to get in the way of us learning." He shrugged as he leaned against the glass, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Good point." (Y/n) agreed. Ezio turned his eyes to her, not having noticed her before. The Italian raised one of his brows in amusement, a flirtatious and teasing smile tugging at his scarred lips.

"You're quiet." He pointed out.

"Oh, leave her alone, stronzo. She's not one of your easy girls back home and I don't want you sleeping with my friends." Claudia snapped at her older brother, placing her hands on her hips to try and show her authority. Her older brother smiled at this while (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes widened.

"Whoa, that escalated quickly." She held up her hands, shocked at how the conversation had gone from him teasing her about being quiet to Claudia telling him to not try it on with her.

"Oh, believe me, it would have escalated either way." The female Auditore rolled her chestnut eyes, "I'm sure that as soon as he said that, he would have mentioned something about getting you to moan loudly." She shot an accusing gaze at her brother who tossed his head around, considering his answer with a playful smile.

"Guilty." He confessed, his eyes going back to (Y/n) who felt quite singled out. The other boy clicked his tongue.

"Talking dirty to a girl as soon as you meet her isn't going to get her in your bed." He corrected.

"It isn't?" Ezio shot back, "Oh please, master seducer Arno, share your knowledgable ways with me?"

"Alright, we're leaving." Aveline rolled her eyes, amusement playing on her lips as Claudia followed her and she took (Y/n) by the arm to lead her away as well, "We don't want any part of your guy talk."

"Is your brother always like that?" (Y/n) asked Claudia.

"Yes." Was her blunt reply, "But don't misinterpret him; he respects women a lot even though he sleeps with all the pretty ones he sees. When my ex cheated on me, he broke his nose and when his ex got a new boyfriend, he made sure that he'd be good to her with a heavy threat."

"That's. . . violent but also incredibly sweet?" (Y/n) laughed while she glanced over her shoulder to where Arno and Ezio were having an in-depth discussion about the best way to seduce a woman. She rolled her eyes before following Aveline back downstairs, hoping that she wasn't still the topic of their conversation.

She decided that she wanted to explore the school building.

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S3 E5 The Bonding

Oh, there's the flat bed stretcher again

For the first time I feel like Troi actually has a job other than sitting on the bridge feeling things. It only took two seasons. Okay that's not entirely fair, but this is the first time it's really been shown that she's here to support the entire ship, not just the bridge crew.

Is Worf's blood red?....

Riker and Wesley exchange a really intense glance there...again, I really like Wesley and Riker's relationship. I joke about Riker being a space dad but he really does have a warm, paternal quality about him. His authority is through rank but his interpersonal interaction remains informal. Riker's kindness and sensitivity toward Wesley always reflects well on his character. Most strikingly, the informality and kindness manifest as candor. Despite Wes being younger Riker doesn't talk down to him or attempt to shield him from hard truths, instead he makes himself available as a safe place to ask questions. ("Pen Pals" is a great example if this)

For fun:

It looks like Riker is drinking grapefruit juice.

Another great example of Star Trek asking the right questions instead of pretending it has all the answers (this is such a good and important scene)

Frakes has beautiful eyes

It's the connect four room...or pieces of it.

How does Troi know what that word means? "He has different sensibilities" is probably the nicest way anyone could have said that.

"he's holding all his feelings inside" the way Worf looked at Troi I imagined he was thinking "yeah, me too. What's wrong with that"

(Worf you big idiot. Why didn't you listen to Troi??) Worf really doesn't understand how to be delicate.

Aww, look at Picard grasp Troi's arm is support. This episode actually has a couple of nice moments with just them.

Haha! Riker looks over at the guy standing at tactical next to him and the guy just give him some side eye like he's too cool or to scared to directly return his gaze.

Beverley's little tool there looks like it's made out of Legos.

It's really nice since Beverley is back to have these really intentional moments of mother/son interaction.

Riker just put his leg up on the console...I haven't been watching as closely for those. I'd love to see a full collection off Riker sitting down over the back of a chair, sitting in weird places like on consoles, and putting his leg up on things.

There's at least one comprehensive collection of the Picard Maneuver (and I love it)

Okay, back to the episode

I love the confuses look from Riker as Troi walks around him, and she's clearly very distracted because she doesn't even look at him

This kid is a pretty good actor

I like that cat 🐈 it's so calm (Maybe Riker would like that cat)

This kids going to need therapy for a long, long time.

It's interesting, and understandable, that of all the things that "make us human" mortality is one that Star Trek accepts regardless of its belief in progress. So, what makes us human and what can we "correct"? (Data is a great example of an extended pursuit of this question). Early on someone has a speech about having cured the common cold (probably Crush). Does vulnerability to small ailments like that not make "the human condition". What about the quote Jonathan attributes to Roddenberry “In the 24th century, there will be no hunger, and there will be no greed, and all the children will know how to read.” I'm all for progress, and I accept mortality is a huge part of what shapes humanity and the human experience. The question I would put forth, which I think would be a good lense through which to view Star Trek would be: what qualities, good or bad, are so intrinsically human we cannot do without and remain who we are? (Should we pride ourselves on being human and wish to remain such?)

Now, I like this scene, I like Wil Wheaton's performance, and the chance to see Wesley be honest with Picard (it's a good addition to the development of their relationship). But, not a whole lot of time has passed and this poor kid had been through the ringer. Adide from knowing that Troi is empathic, it doesn't make a lot of sense that this kid has had any chance to start progressing through any stages of grief.

For a Klingon ceremony, that was pretty mellow.

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Deleted scene

This feels again like a lot of stuff with Troi and the Betazed: the writers kind of develop them episode by episode. Because this was cut and it's only developed for this episode, it never comes up again. It's difficult to see this on the cutting room floor because Troi isn't often given deep development, and the character really deserves more development. Not to mention this would have added a little more depth to the episodes discussion on grief.