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vibraniumwing · 3 years

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out of the woods.

a bucky barnes x fem!reader soulmate au wherein the two can finally see life in a much more brighter way.

WARNING: violence, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of drugs, cursing, slight au (?), soulmate au, there’s only one bed, y/n and bucky are sort of frenemies (?)

A/N: i’m finally posting a fluffy one !! thank you to the wonderful @lunalovecroft for helping me out with the title (and for hyping me up about this one) i was actually very worried abt this fic bcs i haven’t written any fluff for a hot minute but i hope you guys enjoy reading !!

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You were staring out the window of the private jet that was sending you over to The Netherlands where the two of you were tasked to capture a known drug cartel who was smuggling these on the way to Germany. You turned to Bucky who was staring off into the distance, probably thinking of God knows what, “What do you think is the color of the sea?”

He looked at you with the same intimidating gaze he had whenever someone suddenly speaks to him, “I have no clue, L/N.” was his only answer, glancing over to the window before going back to stare at nothing.

This surprised you; knowing that your companion was well over a hundred, you thought he might have met his soulmate already, but that wasn’t the case. “So you’re telling me you haven’t met your soulmate yet?” You interrogated him, hugging your knees to your chest as you made yourself more comfortable in your seat.

Bucky let out a soft grunt, resting his head on the seat and shook his head, “No. I’ve always seen things in black and white.” and that was the end of your discussion.

This was going to be one long mission.

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Upon landing, you were whisked away to the middle of the city, towards a nightclub. Agent Ross was behind the wheel, debriefing both of you on who to approach; apparently the leader of the Cartel gang was present at the nightclub for a little meeting with a few people who were going to be responsible for shipping the drugs into Germany in exchange for a cargo filled with Vibranium that they’ve stolen from one of the piers.

After the discussion of the game plan, you were left to your own devices. You shoved a duffel bag filled with clothes that were more appropriate for the location and you changed into it, not thinking of much of your companions. As you shimmied into the tight-fitting red lace bodysuit and a pair of black jeans, you were all set.

“So, how do I look?” You questioned Bucky who was putting on his leather gloves. Your mouth was left ajar as you saw how he looked. He was wearing a button down that was left open a few buttons (still careful not to see the scar from his left arm), along with a leather jacket and a necklace to top it all off.

Even in the colorless world, you could tell that he was absolutely fine.

He only took a quick glance at you before putting his focus back on his gloves, “Fine.” His answers were short and prompt, making you sigh in annoyance that you couldn’t even make small talk with him since he was so persistent in shutting you down.

Once you guys were parked outside the nightclub, Ross gave you two in-ears and ordered that as much as possible you two needed to lay low in order to not attract attention and make the men flee the scene.

You and Bucky moved inside and the adrenaline was already coursing through your veins. You leaned into the male as the both of you eyed the place, “I’ll be by the bar, make sure to update me once you catch on to anything.” You said, looking at him as you gave a subtle nod and headed over to the bar and ordered a Cosmopolitan.

Taking a quick sip, your eyes were now scanning the rather populated dance floor until a guy spoke up from next to you with a heavy accent. “Hello there, what’s a pretty lady like you doing here alone?” You turned to him to reject his offer when Ross’ voice intercepted and told you that he was the target.

“I’m just here looking for a good time. A distraction, if you know what I mean.” You answered, making sure to look as flirty as possible. His eyes roamed your body which made you feel very disgusted but you had to keep going, you didn’t want to blow yours and Bucky’s cover.

“How about we go dance then?” He asked, offering you a hand as Britney Spears’ Womanizer played resonated through the whole club making everyone cheer a bit louder. You caught Bucky’s gaze as he spoke up through the comm, “I just found their meeting place. I’ll take care of the men inside, I counted five people including the man you’re with right now. Just stall, L/N.”

You nodded and grabbed the man’s hand, pulling him towards the crowd and started to dance along. Your body easily flowed to the beat of the song but you went rigid when you felt the criminals arms roam our body, but you had to fight it. You couldn’t risk Bucky being seen.

This went on for a few more songs until he pulled you back to the bar. He turned to you and pulled you by the waist towards him, “You were one hell of a performer out there.”

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, wishing that Bucky would whisk you away from the man right now. “You don’t know anything about me.” You teasingly replied, breath hitching as his hand ghosted your ass. He hummed softly as he eyed you hungrily, leaning towards you to whisper, “How about we change that then?” as he harshly tugged you along the crowd towards God knows where.

But before you could scream for help, you were ripped from his arms and being pulled away from the crowd and outside the nightclub. You could see Bucky seething as he pretended not to hear the calls of the man; unfortunately, he was relentless and followed the both of you outside and got a grip of your wrist. “Hey man, what the hell! Get your own girl to fuck!”

But that’s when Bucky had enough. He took one look at the man before you heard a small whirring of his vibranium arm and the next thing you knew, the male was groaning on the floor. Ross was quick to interrupt the commotion and ordered a few guys to collect him and the others left inside.

“Thank you, Agents. You can go now.” Was all he said, giving you two a small smile and tossed car keys to Bucky.

The super-soldier was quiet as she rid himself of the jacket and draped it over your shoulders, mumbling a soft, “Let’s go.” to you as he started walking over to the car that was lent for the both of you.

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It was a quiet trip to the hotel, the only noise heard inside the car was the radio playing music and the hum of the car engine. “We’re here.” Bucky was the first to break the silence, getting out of the car as soon as he parked it by the side of the building. Following his lead, you got out and went over to the trunk to carry your own duffel bag and entered the building after him.

Sighing softly, you watched Bucky go to the side to let you talk to the person at the front desk. “Do you have a room open?” You asked, fingers tapping the marble top. The receptionist shook her head, “Well we only have one room left and it’s一” “I don’t care at this point, we’ll take that room.” You cut her off, not wanting to sit in the car again.

You were dying for a shower and a soft bed. The lady merely nodded and took in your request right away, giving you the keys to your room.

Walking towards the elevator, you motioned Bucky (who was patiently waiting for you) to follow you. “I just took up the room that was available for the night.” You said to him, ultimately drained from the mission. All he did was nod and left you to your own devices.

Getting off on the floor of your shared room, you were surprised to see a queen sized bed along with a small sofa by the window and a few other amenities.

“Didn’t know you wanted to keep me next to you, L/N” Bucky was the first to speak up, entering the room and placing his bed on the foot of the bed. He looked at you with a small smirk. You smiled at him sarcastically and flipped him off, “Fuck off, Barnes. This was the only room left. It was either this or the car.”

You could hear his scoff as you entered the bathroom and dropped your things by the sink and hopped into the shower. You could care less about anything else right now, all you wanted was to rinse yourself from the sweat and touch of the guy from the bar and go to bed.

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After changing into an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts, you were ready to hit the haystack. Exiting the bathroom, you saw Bucky sat by the edge of the bed in a pair of sweatpants and a white sleeveless shirt that showed off his toned arm and his vibranium-made one that he was cleaning. “I sleep shirtless but I figured you would be too uncomfortable for that.” He spoke up, continuing to wipe the hand of his artificial arm.

“Right, thanks.” You were the one to answer shortly and headed off to bed, tucking yourself in. “I’ll be sleeping now, Barnes. Don’t do anything stupid.”

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You were back at the nightclub, but this time you were in a room that you couldn’t really recognize. You turned your head to see Bucky tied down to a chair with his mouth covered with some sort of tie, unconscious.

Your brows were furrowed as confusion stirred in your mind, you could hear the music from the nightclub blast from outside the room, “Barnes? Are you still with me?” You called him out, in hopes that he would answer but all you got was silence and a chuckle coming from behind you.

Goosebumps ran along your skin as you felt cold hands touch your shoulders, caressing your skin until the person's hands reached your neck, squeezing on it rather harshly.. “So you thought you could run, can you?” HIs voice filled with anger as he continued, “Your little boyfriend here has no chance against me. He’s a pathetic little weakling.” He mocked, releasing you from his chokehold and walking in front of you.

He had this evil smirk on his lips as he leaned in against you, “Big mistake for you to come and fight me, sweets. You’ve no chance against me now.” He said, standing up and placing his grip on your jaw, forcing you to look up at him.

“Let’s see how strong you are against me, Y/N”

“一Y/N!”

And then you suddenly sat up, out of breath and soaked in sweat as you looked around the room, only to see you were still inside the same room you went in with Bucky, who was looking at you in concern, his long hair messy despite being bunched up in a bun.

You didn’t even hesitate and decided to lean over and hug him tightly, burying your face in the junction of his shoulder and neck as tears brimmed your eyes, “You’re… you’re okay. In my dream you were…” but Bucky didn’t let you finish your sentence, instead he hugged you back, albeit hesitantly, and let you stay in his arms until you calmed down. “I’m here, doll. I’m fine.”

Once you were settled, you pulled back and stared into his eyes, “Has anyone ever told you that you had the coolest blue eyes?” You questioned, laughing softly as you wiped your tears away. His expression, however, puzzled you. He had this look of surprise and disbelief; it took you a moment to register what you had said and when you did, your eyes were wide as saucers. “Wait… your eyes are blue, this room is white… your hair is this beautiful brown… Barnes, you’re my…”

“Soulmate.” was all he said, also in shock as he slowly turned his head around the room to see his surroundings in the color for the first time. He was silent as he set you down on the bed, standing up as he tried to process everything that was happening. He was finally seeing color, after over a century (quite literally), he finally got to see outside the dull and lifeless hues he was always used to.

Your hand was over your mouth as you were too surprised, your eyes were locked on the black shirt that you were wearing that brightly contrasted to the snow white sheets of the bed that you were in.

Feeling a dip on the other side of the bed, you turned to the side and met Bucky’s gaze. He was contemplating on whether or not to cup your cheeks since his hand was mid-air so you did the honors and made his hand cup your cheek, your smaller ones holding his in a tight grip as you melted in his touch. “I guess this means you can no longer be the grinch with me then, Buck”

He laughed softly and pulled you into his arms, securing you in an embrace as he allowed himself to fall back down to the bed, “Well maybe. No promises on that, doll.”

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blahkugo · 4 years

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SUUUUUUNNYYYYYYYYYYY HOLY HELL CONGRATULATIONS!! This is awesome! Your writing is so fucking phenomenal, and you deserve every follower and more!! For the event *cough* TanakaRyū? In an, oof, dangerous professions au? 👀🥊🏹🏂🤺🧗🏎🚀🔫🧨 I’m unsure how many more dangerous emojis there are but lol. Have a wonderful day!! Xxxxxx congrats again!

CLAUDIAAA I LOVE YOU!! your writing is absolutely phenomenal and your compliments make my heart HURT ♡ enjoy your tanaka baby, i had so much fun writing it!!

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「TANAKA RYŪ」

— street fighter! au

— warnings: 18+ smut, blood kink, tanaka being a merciless tease<3

⤏ okay, okay: i know this is a ‘dangerous profession au’ and not an underground one, but this just makes the most sense for tanaka

⤏ ryū is all bark and no bite, but it doesn’t stop him from pretending he’s got the muscle to back the mouth

⤏ this is precisely why i think he’d be the perfect fit for an underground street fighter. think, ‘fight club’ mixed with ufc

⤏ he’s the epitome of a shit talker, never stops goading his opponents even when they’ve got him two seconds away from losing consciousness; he doesn’t know how to shut his mouth, even though he’s always losing

⤏ even so, he’s got a knack for being the crowd‘s #1. his grin never wavers, his fists never go down. he fights until his last breath, and that’s why he’s everyone’s favorite underdog

⤏ the fights are illegal, betting pools made in shady abandoned subways and grimy basements, but the man really has no other choice

⤏ see, he was initially better known for brazilian jiu-jitsu; in fact, he was an extremely famous fighter that won the hearts of people around the world

⤏ but he got too cocky; feeling invincible under the shroud of fame, he began to spiral

⤏ and 1 tragic run in with the police later, his public image was destroyed; so, he reluctantly decided to trade in grapples and chokeholds for bruised knuckles and bloody teeth

⤏ though he simply does it to survive, he can’t deny that the thrill of the match sends blood pumping through his veins, keeps him feeling alive and present

⤏ to make some extra cash, you decide to act as impromptu ring girl— and ryū is utterly infatuated upon first sight

⤏ honestly, you were a bit afraid at first. here’s this heavily tattooed, gruff looking man with a shaved head hitting you with an onslaught of attention every time you walk into the room. what are you supposed to think?

⤏ though you quickly realize he’s a sweetheart underneath that tough appearance, it doesn’t stop you from rolling your eyes at every dramatic come-on. and trust me, there’s a lot of them

⤏ he flirts relentlessly, will say anything and everything that crosses his mind. it’s sweet, maybe, but mostly embarrassing. you never really take him seriously anyways; every comment is paired with a sly smirk and booming laugh

⤏ one day, he proposes a bet. if he wins, he gets to take you out. of course, he never wins, so why not humor the man?

⤏ yeah, you guessed it: he loses

⤏ but watching him fight this time, you found something in your perception of ryū shift...

As everyone files out of the dingy basement, you find yourself lagging behind, eyes trained of the man crouching in the makeshift ring. You’re unsure what possesses you as you make your way over to him, clean towel in hand. He’s a flirt— a persistent one at that— but watching him fight today, you realize there’s a certain elegance to losing with dignity. His smile, though bloodied, never once wavered, his bandaged knuckles never once dropped.

When he notices you approaching, he rubs his wounded nose; it does nothing but smudge crimson over his stained bandages, a bright red warning sign begging you to keep away. You never listen. Kneeling next to him, you blurt out the question running through your mind,

“Why do you fight so hard if you lose every time?”

Instead of his usual quick retorts or coy banter, he flashes you that same toothy grin and relaxed brows he bares to opponents and friends alike. Carefree, nonchalant, happy— even with the unseemly purple bruises forming on his cheekbones.

As always, it’s utterly infectious, and before you know it, you’re grinning right back at him.

“Do you want to hear the deep answer or the honest truth?” His words seem teasing, but they hold a sobriety you’ve never quite witnessed on Tanaka. He shifts his jaw, making room for you to wipe at his injuries with the clean rag.

“Both,” you prod, curiosity overtaking you as you have your first serious conversation with the sly boxer.

“Would it be completely pathetic if I said it makes me feel alive?” His smile wavers a bit, as though he’s revealed something deeply intimate, a concept he’s grappled a million times over in his head. You simply nod, allowing him to speak freely. “Every bruise is a reminder that I’m not dead,” his voice falters, “like I would be if I was still on the streets.”

The severity of his confession shakes you, reminds you that most of the members at the underground club don’t come from preppy private schools or trust funds. They’re here to make a living— to survive.

“And the honest truth?” You don’t bother with consolation, don’t believe pity or faux reassurance would satisfy Tanaka anyways.

“I think I look pretty damn cool in the ring,” his eyes bore into yours, smirk back in full force as he regains his usual composure. Forever a flirt. Have his eyes always been that stormy gray?

“Want to hear my honest truth?” He nods, gaze bordering on ravenous as he awaits your admission. “I think you do too.”

It’s as though the words have a physical effect on the tired boxer; he immediately puffs his chest up, his head is held just a bit higher. The words, quite possibly your first ever compliment towards him, instill a newfound confidence that you’re only used to seeing when he’s poking fun.

“Ha! Always knew you found me irresistible,” he raises battered fingers towards your jaw, pulling it between them and grazing at your cheeks. He’s probably smearing blood all over you and typically, you’d push him away— but tonight everything feels different.

Perhaps it’s the low fluorescent lighting or the charged silence filling the empty room. Maybe it’s his attitude. Any which way, there’s a magnetism in the air that pulls you to him, tugs at your heartstrings and urges you to care for the underdog.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” lips puckering, you do your best to remain stoic, to no avail. His eyes bore into yours, darkening by the second. Though the moment becomes infused with tension, you refuse to drop your gaze, instead attempting to shift back into the comfortable banter you and Ryū share. “Who said anything about being irresis—”

He doesn’t allow you a moment to finish your sentence, yanking your face to his. He tongues you with a fervor, lithe fingers wrapping across the back of your head to tug you impossibly closer. Sweat, the sharp tang of metal, and even something a bit minty— the flavor of his mouth spreads through you, clouds your head with greed, and intoxicates you in such a way that your only thought is of wanting more.

When you finally pull away, flushed and breathless, Ryū notices the kiss has split his wound once again. Deep red drips across his soft lips, down his chin, and dribbles onto his knee. But it seems he’s been stupefied, utterly amazed by this unforeseen turn of events; his thumb inches towards the blood, but he doesn’t seem to care to clean it all up. So, you figure you’ll take matters into your own hands.

“Let me,” you offer, bringing his rugged fingers towards your mouth. Licking a long stripe from wrist to thumb, you never once break eye contact as you peer up at him through thick lashes. He’s unable to do anything but watch, enchanted by your wet tongue lapping at his digits.

Gradually, your lips travel upwards, kissing and suckling at bruised knuckles, making sure to soothe over every gash, every groove of pained flesh. The hair on his arms rises, a throaty groan caught in his throat. Heat and heat and so much heat— the warmth in your stomach, across his cheeks and the tips of his ears— flows freely, intertwining.

It doesn’t matter that the enormous room is empty, or that the air is chilled outside; the ring is filled with a feverish longing, a craving for touch you never even realized was there. Not until you reach his defined collarbones, teeth grazing at his skin.

As soon as your mouth sucks at the sweet spot on his neck, a switch flips in him. Before you know it, you’re on your back; Ryū’s body looms over yours, his knee pressed between your legs. His hands roam, loosely tied bandages traveling your waist, dashing beneath your top and over your taut stomach.

Though his touch is gentle, a ghost of a breath, it sends your nerves into a frenzy. Slowly, slowly, ever-so slowly, slender fingers toy at your breasts, squeezing and circling your hardened nipples. A bite at your neck, a wet lick to soothe the burn; he’s teasing, even now, as you mewl and writhe for more.

And yet again, you’re flipped, this time onto hands and knees. You’re nothing more than a rag doll to the hearty boxer, a feathery thing to the man who lifts almost twice your weight daily. Your back meets solid muscle as he cages you between him and the ring’s chilled floor.

He wastes no time tugging your shorts and panties down, drifting his palms over the globes of your ass, and squeezing. But still, he never touches your cunny. And God, does it ache for it.

“You’re still teasing,” you pant, arms reaching behind you to tap at his bicep.

“Maybe,” a finger slips towards your cunt, brushes across the sopping slit and onto your clit, “Wanna hear you beg for it.”

His answer stuns you, so unlike the buoyant man that fawns over you day after day. It’s a pleasant change, to say the least.

“Ryū,” your whine echoes through the vacant room, “can’t.” There’s no way in hell you’ll be begging for him.

“Can’t,” his voice is raspy, teeming with desire, “or won’t?” He inches a digit in, stopping just short of a second knuckle, while the other rubs at your swollen bundle of nerves. You stifle a groan when he begins nipping the shell of your ear, but as soon as he begins his movements, he stills once again.

“F-fine,” whimpering, you admit defeat, “fuck, please.”

“You can tap out if it gets too much,” he chuckles under his breath.

And then, finally, he’s pumping into you again, stretching you once more; one finger, then another, his thumb drawing cruel circles at your clit. It’s shameful, immoral even, the way you plead and moan with every push into you. Curling his fingers, he dips further into your doughy walls, pushing against a spot that you swear has you seeing God. And his name, it leaves your lips like a prayer, over and over— a sinner at confession.

You search for something, anything, to grasp at. But the floor is smooth, the ring’s ropes just a hair too far for you to pull at. So, you settle for wrapping a hand around the arm that pushes into your lower back, your other rapping, fingernails scratching, at the mat below you.

“I said you could tap,” another deep pump into you elicits a lengthy mewl, “but I didn’t say I would listen.”

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twomoonstwosuns · 4 years

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blackmail.

back to you [series masterlist]

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pairing: professor!poe dameron x reader

warning: swearing, a little angst, a little soft

word count: 3.1k

a/n: the last chapter got such an amazing response, thank you so much for that. i’m a little iffy about this chapter but i hope you still enjoy it! as always comments are very much appreciated (i've gotten some and they’ve been so lovely so thank you for that as well)

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The beginnings of spring meant that it was becoming increasingly harder to be inside of a classroom.

It was true for both students and professors, the shining sun coming out each day and bringing a new warmth to campus. The temptation to skip class was great, the buzz of excitement of there just being a little more than a month left of the semester making people not want to be stuck inside.

The weather getting warm during the day meant the temperatures when the sun went down were tolerable, just shy of being able to crack the windows open overnight. You had asked Poe, since the nights had been so nice, if he wanted to go on a late night stroll with Beebs through the park. It had been a long winter cooped up inside for all three of you, the idea of being able to spend time outdoors in the summer weather tempting you to make all kinds of summer plans with Poe.

Poe hurried through his office, grabbing everything he needed and shoving it in his bag. He was in a hurry to get home so he could eat dinner and get some more work done before he met you at the park. A small smile was on his face as he recalled the last time he was at the park with you.

There was a knock on the door and Poe looked up to see Armitage Hux, one of the last people he’d ever expect to willingly stop by his office. The men were acquaintances, professors in the same department, but Hux thought Poe was too young and too laid back when it came to teaching, so he never bothered to talk or work with him unless absolutely necessary. In comparison to Poe’s affable, fun, and likable persona, Hux was strict, straitlaced, and uptight.

“Do you have a minute to talk?” Hux asked, his tone suggesting he’d rather be anywhere else at that moment.

“Kind of on my way out, so make it quick.” Poe continued to grab things off of his desk to shove into his bag and when he heard the click of his door shutting, he finally looked up.

“You’re interviewing for the department head job, right?”

Poe stood up straight, adjusting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. “What about it?”

“Did you know that job was all but promised to me? Snoke spoke to me personally and said it was mine. Instead, Organa’s got people lined up to interview for it.” Hux sneered. “Absurd, if you ask me.”

“Hey,” Poe warned.” She’s doing her job. Snoke didn’t have the authority to just give you the job.”

“Yes, apparently he doesn’t.”

Hux studied Poe, and Poe gave him a confused look. “Is that all you needed?”

“I’ve been talking with the other candidates one by one. Some have taken themselves out of consideration.”

Poe raised an eyebrow.

“Is that what you came here to do? Talk me out of interviewing for this job?” He smirked and chuckled lowly. Hux just smirked back at him.

“Not quite.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it and handing it to Poe. Zoomed in on the screen was you, car keys in hand and a very clear view of a red spot on your neck despite the dark backdrop. Poe furrowed his brow and looked up from the phone to Hux. His pulse had quickened drastically and Poe hoped he wouldn’t see Hux couldn’t see him start to sweat.

“She’s dog sits for me.” Poe said with an even tone. He’d had that lie in his mind from the minute you started seeing each other, just in case he’d ever need to use it.

“See, I don’t think so,” Hux said with a twisted smirk on his face. “I have it on very good authority that she was seen in your apartment with you—“

“My dog’s been having some behavioral problems lately, so she fills me in on how he was when I was gone—“

“I guess there was a lot of clothing thrown around, including a black lace bra.” Poe’s face went white and he looked away from Hux, wondering who could’ve seen you. He then remembered what night it was when you wore it and it hit him: the pizza guy. He had made a comment about Beebs being hyperactive, which meant he got a glance inside the apartment.

“They have a class together, that’s how he recognized her,” Hux continued, answering the other question Poe was thinking. “He told me what he saw and it only took $100 and three cases of beer to get him to hang around outside your building a few times to see if he saw her again. I have a few more pictures if you’d like to see them.”

An anger that Poe had not experienced in years burned inside of him. He slammed the phone down onto his desk, the picture of you disappearing off the screen.

“What do you want?” Poe’s voice was low and dangerous, like he was a few seconds away from putting Hux in a chokehold.

A wide smirk crossed Hux’s face.

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Poe: Can you come over? We have to talk.

You stared at the ominous message on your phone, your heartbeat thumping hard against with anxiousness. The glass of water you had just poured yourself was growing cold in your hand.

“Y/N!” Your head snapped up and you were met with a weird look from Karé, who was staring at you over her laptop on the couch. “I asked if you wanted cheese or pepperoni.”

“Oh,” you said, not even realizing she had asked for your preference. “Um…whatever you want. Cheese, I guess.”

Karé looked at you with confusion as she finished ordering the pizza. When she glanced at you again, she saw you still staring at your phone. Karé tossed her computer aside, getting up and walking over to you. She looked over your shoulder at your phone and grimaced. “Not good. Who’s that from?”

“Poe.”

Your roommate froze, her face turning into confusion. “I thought things were really good between you.”

“They were! They are!” You exclaimed, putting your phone down and crossing your arms. “Things have been amazing since we got back from spring break. We’re supposed to take Beebs on a late night walk tonight. I don’t know what happened that could’ve prompted a ‘we need to talk’ text…”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Karé said. “Maybe it’s about what you’re going to do after graduation.”

“Well, that’s not a nothing conversation either,” you pointed out. The front door opened and shut, Jessika’s loud voice announcing her presence to her roommates.

“I have ice cream!” She happily exclaimed, holding up a grocery bag with three pint sized ice creams inside, but she frowned when she saw your expression. “Whoa, what happened?”

“Poe said ‘we need to talk’” Karé said and Jessika inhaled sharply.

“Yikes.”

“Not helping, Jess! “ You ran a hand through your hair. “No, Karé’s right. It’s probably nothing.”

You looked at your roommates, both of them looking at you concernedly.

“You’re not convincing either of us.” Jessika gave your shoulder a supportive squeeze. “Go. We’ll be here for you when you get back. Or if you don’t come back tonight, we’ll be here for you tomorrow.”

You gave her an appreciative look as you grabbed your phone and wallet and headed out the door. It made you anxious that you didn’t know what you were walking into. Was it going to blow up into a big fight or was it actually a discussion about what you were going to do come summertime when your lease was up and you were all moved in back home?

Either way, you were kind of freaking out.

The drive that was always a short one took forever, which gave your brain more time to overthink Poe’s message and come up with completely ridiculous scenarios that you somehow convinced yourself could be true. You promised yourself that if he broke up with you, you wouldn’t break down until you got back home. You attempted to calm your overly active imagination, knowing full well that neither of you expressed any interest in getting out of your relationship.

Poe’s door was open when you got there and he was perched on the arm of the couch. His arms were crossed and his jaw clenched.

“Is everything ok?” You asked as you pulled up a chair next to him. Poe shook his head.

“No, it’s not.”

He didn’t elaborate any further and you gave him a pleading look. “Ok, you’re really starting to scare me, Poe. What’s going on? Because I think I might know and the entire drive over here I was going over and over things in my head trying to figure out what happened that would’ve made you want to break up with me and—“

“Y/N.” Your rambling stopped immediately and Poe was staring at you with a serious look on his face. “Hux knows about our relationship and he’s threatening to expose it.”

Time stood still. You had forgotten how to breathe for a minute and you moved your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

“What?” Your voice was a whisper. Poe gave you a pained look as he nodded. “Oh my god.”

“I know.”

“How? We—how does Hux know? There’s no way he would’ve seen us on campus, we’re so careful not to act like a couple in public.”

“You remember the pizza guy from a few weeks ago? He recognized you from one of your classes and told Hux and Hux paid him off to stalk my building and wait for you to come out.”

A groan of disbelief came from you as your head sunk into your hands. You rubbed your face tiredly, shaking your head before looking back up at Poe.

“What does he want?” You asked. “What does Hux get out of threatening you?”

“He wants me to withdraw my name from department head consideration.”

You exhaled deeply. “Fuck. What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I don’t take kindly to being threatened. I want to protect you and us, but…”

“You want this job.”

You looked at each other, both torn. If anyone asked, Poe would choose you over a job in a heartbeat, but he had worked so hard to get this opportunity, and to have it at his age so early in his teaching career was an incredible feat. It would still hurt a little bit if he lost that. And there was no way you were going to ask him to give something like this up just for you. You wanted to be selfish, have him drop the job to protect your relationship, but you knew how happy this would make him.

Poe’s phone rang, interrupting the tense silence between you. He glanced at the screen.

“It’s my dad.”

“Yeah, of course, take it.”

Poe answered his phone as you walked into his bedroom. You crossed your arms over your chest and paced back and forth, your mind racing with different thoughts.

You never acted like a couple in public, but had you gotten too comfortable with each other that you became careless without realizing it? You wondered how many people saw you standing a little too close when you “coincidentally” ran into each other in the coffee line or who noticed the eye contact that lingered a little too long when talking in class.

Maybe you guys did have this coming.

“My dad says ‘hi’.” Poe said as he came into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed directly across from where you were pacing.

“I hope you told him I say ‘hi’ back,” you said with a small smile.

“I did.”

“What did he say?”

“That I have to make this decision myself,” he said, and you nodded in agreement. Poe studied you for a moment as you resumed pacing, the worried expression on your face the same as his. “What are you thinking?”

You swallowed hard, tapping your fingers against your arm.

“Your dad’s right Poe, this is your decision—“

“I know. But I want to know what you’re thinking.”

You did have an idea, though it would cause great unhappiness for the both of you. You leaned against his dresser.

“Until you get this job, maybe we should…”

Poe’s expression dropped. “Do you—do you want to break up?”

You were silent, tears starting to build in your eyes.

“No. Of course I don’t want to. Our whole relationship has been a challenge from the beginning, pretending like we aren’t together. This—this is just another challenge.” You glanced up at Poe. “But if you want to—“

“I don’t want to, either,” Poe interrupted. “I won’t let Hux take something else away from me.”

You let out the breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding onto.

“So we…take a break?”

“Take a break…but not break up,” you said, the words sounding weird as they broke your heart. “Hux can’t blackmail you if he doesn’t have evidence of us being together, so…I won’t come over for awhile and I won’t go to your office hours unless it’s actually related to class.”

Poe nodded, swallowing back the lump in his throat.

“We can text and call and FaceTime, but…that’s about it for awhile.”

Poe looked down at the ground, shaking his head in disbelief that this was happening.

“You’ve told me so many times how much you want this,” you said quietly, bringing Poe’s attention back to you. “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t support that? I told you I would do anything to help, and I stand by that. If I will do whatever it takes to help you achieve your goals and your dreams, even if it means not being able to see you the way I want to. Because getting this job is important to you and…”

You wanted to say it, those three little words. You wanted to tell him you were in love with him, but you were pausing your relationship and those words would only complicate things further. So you said the second thing that was on your mind.

“You are so important to me.”

Poe stared at you for a minute before taking two long strides towards you and pulling your face to his. His hands gripped your cheeks as his mouth moved slowly over yours, his tongue meeting yours in a slow dance. Your hands gripped the front of his shirt, expressing every feeling you had into the kiss.

Poe pulled away after a minute, his lips hovering over yours and your breathless pants mingling together. He kissed your lips once more before placing a kiss on your cheek. One arm went around your waist and the other cupped the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair. Your head rested on his chest, your eyes closed as you took deep breaths to calm your beating heart.

A shaky breath accompanied by a small whimper caused Poe to stop running his fingers against your scalp.

“Y/N…” You felt tears build behind your eyes, the only thing stopping them from falling was your closed eyelids. You shook your head and you sniffled. “Y/N, look at me.”

He moved his hand from your hair to stroke your cheek and your watery eyes lifted to meet his.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

Your lip quivered. “Me too.”

His forehead drops against yours, his eyes closing as he places a soft kiss on your lips.

“Stay tonight,” Poe muttered quietly against your lips. “You’re already here.”

You nodded, releasing the grip on his shirt and running your hands up to rest on the side of his neck. “I don’t—I don’t know if I want to—“

“We don’t have to do anything,” Poe said. “I just want to lay with you.”

You nodded a second time, Poe releasing you to grab a shirt for you to wear. You change out of clothes and into his shirt, crawling into his bed and curling up to him when he slid in beside you.

“I’ll tell President Organa tomorrow that I don’t want to be considered for the job anymore,” Poe said sadly, resting his hand on top of the one you had resting on his chest. You leaned up on your elbow and looked down at him.

“Do you really have to do that?” You asked. “Couldn’t you just tell Hux you’re backing off without actually doing it?”

Poe sighed heavily and shook his head, the hand of the arm he had around you running slowly up and down your back.

“I have a feeling he’s going to check and make sure I actually did it and if I didn’t and lied to him about it, he’ll just go ahead and tell everyone.”

You frowned, sniffling to stop yourself from letting the tears fall. “I’m so sorry, Poe.”

You rested your head back on his shoulder, the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear calming you.

“You’re important to me, too,” Poe muttered quietly, kissing the top of your head. “I’d do whatever it takes to protect you.”

You hugged Poe to you tighter, the few tears that gathered in your eyes falling and soaking his shirt. You knew this wasn’t a forever thing and maybe you were being a little overdramatic crying over it. But you couldn’t help it. Your heart was broken for so many things; that you were being blackmailed, that he was going to lose out on his dream job, and that, for the foreseeable future, you wouldn’t get to be around him.

And you loved him. Which made everything more complicated.

Poe buried his head in your hair, the attempt to calm the sinking feeling in his stomach failing. He memorized the way you felt in his arms, the smell of your hair, and the way your face lit up whenever he said something funny. He didn’t know when he’d be able to enjoy those things in the comfort of his apartment again.

Things were going so well. You had just spent an amazing couple of days with him, both in his hometown and at the apartment before classes resumed again. This really hurt the both of you,

You and Poe stayed up as late as you could, not really saying much but just holding onto each other tight. You were both afraid that if you closed your eyes the morning would come too soon.

Both of you were too stubborn to admit out loud just how heartbroken you were.

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imagines-r-s · 4 years

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The Irony of Soulmates

Chapter 3: Casual Affair//Panic! At the Disco

What happens when soulmates and mobs collide? An already messed up world combined with the idea of a person set to be perfect for you, something is bound to go wrong. When soulmates are brought into the world of the three most powerful mobs in London, what will happen? This is all bound for destruction, but love appears in the most ironic ways sometimes.

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A/N: back with part 3, loves. So sorry that this took so long, I’ve been doing summer school to fix my grades and stuff. Much love and hope you all enjoy!!

Warnings: violence, swearing, soft!tom (that doesn’t need a warning, but it’s very cute)

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Your eyes focused on Tom’s as he started walking down to the main area of the ballroom, watching with a smirk as his eyes never left yours. “Where’s Maxwell?”, you asked, causing Z to look over at you confused. She chuckled when she realized your plan, ”you haven’t even been here that long and you’re already causing issues?”

You simply shrugged and walked towards Maxwell Hughe, who was getting a drink at the bar. You and Max weren’t really hateful towards each other in all honesty, there was a time where both of you didn’t get along, but when gala’s and dinners got boring the two clung to each other. He was older than both your brother and Tom, but he was the only Hughe sibling that you could tolerate and befriend without getting shot or wanting to shoot someone. “Hey, Maxxy,” quickly grabbing his attention, he quickly sent a smile your way. “Yes, y/n?”

“I was just wondering if you’d want to dance?” you said, giving the best puppy dog eyed look you could muster. “You know I do see Holland eyeballing you, right? If I make one wrong move, he’ll kill me.”

“Oh yeah, I’m well aware,” you had felt Tom’s eyes on you since you arrived. You didn’t have intentions of causing a scene and you knew you’d regret it, but you wanted to stir something up.

Max shook his head, “y/n Osterfield is one force to be reckoned with.” He took your hand and led you to the dance floor. One of Max’s hands kept a hold of your hands as the other met your waist. “If you wanted to get his attention, I’m sure just walking up and talking to him would have been enough, don’t you think?” Max made a very valid point, but you also knew how easy it would be to grab Tom’s attention. “I mean, realistically speaking? Yes. Would I do it that way? Definitely not.” You and Max kept dancing, simply ignoring the feeling of eyes on you as you kept going.

Tom was aware that he shouldn’t be staring, yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The emerald complimented your skin color perfectly, the slit on the dress showed just the right amount of leg, and you looked absolutely stunning. “If you take a picture of her, it’ll last longer, you know that right?” Tom heard the familiar voice of his brother. “Sam, I’m just watching the enemy, making sure not-nothing happens.” Sam simply rolled his eyes at his brother’s stupidity,” dumbass, just ask her to dance.”

Tom knew Sam was right and although it would be smart to take his advice he kept his place, leaning on the pillar. Tom watched as the song ended, causing you and Maxwell to separate. Tom also watched as he saw Max lean down and whisper something in your ear, which caused you to laugh, then lean up and kiss him on the cheek. Tom was so ready to do what he had done just years ago and beat him up, up until he saw you walk over to him.

“Thomas.”

“Y/n. Lovely of you to finally come over here away from Max,” he grumbled causing you to chuckle, “what?”

“Wow, you really are dense. You just sound really jealous right now,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. You watched as his eyes widened, wanting to prove that you were wrong, but he couldn’t muster up a response. “Thomas, are you going to ask to dance or will I have to go back over to Max.”

It took less than a second before he was practically dragging onto the ballroom floor, both of his hands met your waist and you wrapped your hands around his neck. “How are the twins?” you asked blatantly, you planned on at least saying hi, but you were a little occupied before. “The twins are their usual selves, they’ve grown up a lot in the short span of time, but they’ve definitely stepped up.” You smiled as you remember times in school where the two would talk about how much they wanted to live up to those expectations,” I’m so happy for them.”

Tom smiled at your reaction, he had so much more that he wanted to say, but he knew now wasn’t the time. You were glad you got to see Tom and talking to him for the first time in years brought back feelings and memories that you didn’t want to remember. It was hard to think about the fact that you also had a mission to attend to and only so much time to do it. Luckily the song ended and you were able to excuse yourself.

Tom was just as happy to have been able to see you and actually talk to you - no matter how short the conversation was. “You going to dance with Corinna, too, or just y/n?” Harry quickly cut in.

“You know, you really need to stop with the jokes.”

“Nothing can stop the fact that you have a soft spot for her. I would hope you’d be aware of that all these years later.” Tom knew that Harry was right, whether he accepted it or not.

“Whatev-. Where’d she go?” Harry looked at Tom confused before realizing he was talking about you. “Uh, I don’t keep tabs on her like you do, so.” Tom was about to retaliate against what his brother had said when he saw a flash of emerald green, head towards the back hallway, where others weren’t intended to go, but he knew she knew exactly where she was going.

Tom headed up towards that direction in hopes of finding you.

All that you had to do was find the main computer, load all information onto the flash drive, and then leave with Z. You made your way towards the office that you had only ever seen the boys father in, finding it strange to think of Tom ever sitting in this seat. Once you got to the office, you made sure to close the door behind you, and you quickly started looking for the main computer.

Much to your surprise, it was a lot easier to find. So, as soon as you found it, you hooked up the drive to the computer; the drive would only take 2-3 minutes to load, but you assumed that Tom or anyone else was on your tail. It wasn’t long before you heard the click of shoes moving quickly down the hallway and the sound of the doorknob turning, looking over your shoulder to check if it was who you thought it was.

“Fancy seeing you here, Holland,” you kept typing trying to speed up the process, keeping your eye on the loading screen.

“Well, darling, considering it is, you know, my house,” he made his way closer to you.

“Irrelevant, but anyway, I thought you’d be more excited to see your favorite Osterfield,” the flash drive had collected. Tom grabbed a hold of your wrist, turning you to where your back was to his chest and his elbow holding you in a chokehold. “Apparently, I was wrong.”

“Yeah, just a bit. What are you doing here?”

“You have information that I need. Therefore, I am getting it.” Tom just stood there to which you took the opportunity to disarm him: stepping back to throw his step off and then throwing him to the ground. You pinned him down quickly. “You might want to fix your technique, darling,” you mocked. “Now keep it in your pants and let me go, Thomas.”

You quickly got up and started heading to the door of Tom’s office, but stopped in your tracks as Tom mentioned the one thing you fought so hard to avoid, “What’s your mark?”

“My what?” you stayed glued to your spot as you saw Sam and Harry approach the door, causing you to curse under your breath.

“Your soulmate mark? What is it?”

It was none of his business and you weren’t sure why he was asking. Part of you knew that if he had seen your soulmate mark, all the time you had invested in building up a forcefield around yourself would come crashing down. All the things your parents had instilled in you about love and soulmates that you chose to ignore, would come back to you . All the things Harrison and Z mentioned about soulmates in this line of work, would be ignored. Simply because it was him.

“None of your business, Holland. Now, I must get going,” you were making the trek towards the exit, so that you could leave as soon as possible. Before you could, the twins were already standing at the doorway of the office. “Sam, Harry, lovely to see you. Now please move.”

“Lovely to see you, too, y/n, but until you give back the drive, we can’t move,” Harry said, much to your dismay. “Figured, you never were ones to disobey your brother,” you said, leaning against the wall. “You aren’t either, y/n,” Sam stated, matter-of-factly.

“Ok, back to the point. y/n, what’s your mark?”

“And like I said. It’s none of your business.” you kept your eyes trained on the floor until you heard Tom take off his suit coat. Looking up to see him undoing his tie and a few buttons of his shirt. “God, Thomas, at least take a girl to dinner,” your face quickly fell as you saw the outline of the crescent moon. There was an uneasy silence in the room, other than the gasps heard by the twins. You couldn’t muster up any response.

“They match, correct?” You couldn’t respond, he was right.

“No, no, no. This isn’t right, they can’t,” you were pacing at this point, trying not to crack in front of everyone there. “y/n, stop,” you hadn’t noticed Tom walking over to you or him putting his hands on your shoulders to try and comfort you.

“This can’t be right. This makes no sense,” you were trying to make as much sense out of this situation as you could.

“y/n, you need to breathe. We’ll figure this out.”

“There’s no we, Holland,” you didn’t want to accept this. Although you and him had a past, there was no hope that this would work. “Now, please, let me go and let’s pretend that this never happened.” He finally let go of your shoulders,”you can’t just ignore all of this.”

“Watch me. Now tell your men to stand down, so I can leave.” He followed suit by telling them to go.

You rushed out of the room, making your way towards Z, telling her you needed to leave. “What happened? Did you get the file?” you simply grabbed her hand and led her out of the door. “Yes, I got the file.”

“That’s all you’re going to tell me?” you debated your options: either tell her or deny anything. You went with the latter option. “Can we just go please?” Luckily, she just simply nodded her head and led you back to the limo.

“You can’t run from all your problems, y/n.” You heard before you got to the limo. “Tom, go back inside. I’m leaving.”

“No. You’re running and avoiding things like you always do. You can’t ignore this and you know it.” Unfortunately, he was right--you wouldn’t admit to it, but he was.

“Just drop it, Holland. You know just as well as I do, that in the end this will just lead to- to terrible consequences.”

“You say that because you’re too scared to try and you’re too scared to lose anyone else.” You knew he was right, yet again.

You hadn’t noticed that he had gotten closer to you or that Z had gotten into the car, leaving you and Tom to your own conversation. “I know you don’t want to try and work things out, but maybe it’s worth the risk,” he whispered so only the two of you could hear. If you weren’t as close to him, you wouldn’t have heard him.

“I can’t lose you again,” you said, simply.

“I’ll do everything to try and avoid that, but please will you take a chance, for once in your life.” He was a lot closer to you now, and you were basically, chest to chest. “If you tell me to stop, I will.”

“Don’t stop.” Your lips met hungrily, as if you were trying to make up for the time the two of you had lost, a chance you were never able to take. When you separated, you looked in his eyes, knowing that this was all supposed to happen made so much sense now. “Sam and Harry are going to have so much fun making fun of you now.”

“You seem to have forgotten that they already do.” The two of you shared a genuine laugh for the first time in years, and it was so rejuvenating for both of you.

“I have to go, but you know where to find me,” you leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. “Oh and Thomas, thanks for the flashdrive. Also, my number is still the same. Toodles.” And with that you were on your way, leaving Tom to his thoughts. He didn’t know how things would end, but he was glad they started, again.

#mob au #mob!tom holland #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #mobster!tom #au #tom holland imagines #tom holland series #tom holland x you #mob!tom x mob!reader #tom holland x osterfield!reader

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little-shiny-sharpies · 3 years

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2, 5 and 12 with blitzwing 👀 and 7 for mccree! (@robotlover)

@selfshippinglover

Ok I'm gonna make a separate post for Mccree later bc theres a lot and I'm just gonna do a few with him. Thank y'all for waiting on this!

1) what’s a Hot Take you have about your f/o?

Blitzwing would absolutely hesitate to love someone because he has self esteem issues and everyone always throws that out the window when writing him in a romantic scenario. Only when he's the character that's gotta be uwu depressed and romanticizing it is anyone noticing that. This bot has gone through a horror show and he would feel like a burden to whoever he has feelings for because he's just the crazy triple changer that no one respects or likes.

2) on what do you disagree with other fans of your f/o?

Ok this is a bit lemony for my blog but Blitzwing isn't a sex crazed power top and y'all need to get that through your minds, he's Ace or Demi. Yes I'm projecting but I'm still right bc giant alien robots canon don't have that "equipment" boo me all you want I'm still right.

3) did you used to ship your f/o with anyone before realizing you wanted to ship them with yourself?

No actually! I have honestly never actually like.. shipped characters that weren't cannon. I've rarely liked romance in media. I have faint memories of shipping Fluttercord though..

4) do you feel like you have to defend your f/o all the time?

I feel like most folks project so much onto him theres nothing left but on the other end there's folks who just made the stupidest things of how he's an uwu feral boi and I wanna yell underwater. There are a few things I agree with fanon about but those are very few things.

5) what’s the dumbest thing you’ve heard about your f/o, either on the internet or irl?

The dumbest thing I've seen in canon and fannon is that he's an idiot. That just doesn't make sense?? He's shown to be a really smart guy in his first episodes even getting Ratchet into a chokehold forcing the autobots into a standstill until Megs calls him off. (Idiot move there boi)

6) what are some tropes that fan art of your f/o tends to follow?

That his "personalities" have separate bodies and bicker with each other. Which.. doesn't really make sense. If anything he'd be happy to have someone who understands him.

7) did your f/o deserve better?

He got used in an experiment that caused him severe psychological trauma and we don't even know if he was a willing patient. He was a deadly opponent in the first season that got nerfed into a henchman buffoon and shit talked anytime someone brought him up. My man was treated as a trophy in his final scenes to further the political career of an authoritarian xenophobic jerkwad. My mans deserved so much better..

8) do you even like the source your f/o comes from or do you only watch it for them & nothing else?

Oh I absolutely love Transformers animated!! It has such a unique personality compared to other iterations and it has the smartest megatron. Its also the show that got me into transformers (other than the first bay movies which I like much less)

9) do you distance yourself from other fans of your f/o or their source?

In the beginning? No. I was completely fine with all the weird fannon interpretation and ships (and we'll fucking get to that) but I didn't think about it. Nowadays I stay away from anybody that draws blitzwing because if I go to their blog to see more, it turns out they've got 20 other posts tagged as bli***ee or interact with those who do or don't bother tagging ns//fw things

10) how did you feel when you realized “oh of course i had to like That Character”?

(Ok so I didn't really understand this one so I kinda gave 2 answers)

It was when I realized that he had the same emotional issues as me. Having BPD and living with folks with BPD is quite a rollercoaster but I saw so much of me in blitzwing I just wanted to be his friend at first and chill and then the emotions got so much deeper and now I've made fankids and we're happily married ksjdaksj.

But when I realized that he had the traits of the 3 main tumblr sexymen I had a "oh no, people are gonna be weird about him aren't they?.." moment but my heart was set anyway.

11) do you think it’s better to have a copious amount of content for your f/o, even with the risk of finding a lot of ship art, or better to have a lot less?

Oh god this is a tricky one because either 1 when the art isn't a ship and just him he's looking sad or bored or he's insane and never a nice wholesome happy or 2 its ship art. So uh ima say quality over quantity.

12) aren’t you tired of being nice? this is an excuse to rant.

LET'S FUCKING GOOOO!! Listen. LISTEN. I get loving Blitzwing. I fully get it. I also understand having a childhood crush on Bumblebee. Because I had that, as a *child*. Because Bumblebee behaved like a child. Because as a child. I enjoyed his antics. See where I'm going here? It's not that I don't like seeing Blitzwing shipped with other characters! Its really not! It squicks me a bit but it's totally ok! It's the fact that it's with a character who's supposed to be a little brother to the bots and the same age as Sari! Really any ship with Bumblebee or Sari feels very fucking *Yikes*. Not to mention the fact that it's always painted Blitzwing as someone to be fixed, someone who needs to change who they are to fit the wants of someone who showed them the slightest iota of kindness that he's so desperate for and that said person is an irresponsible child that could rival Blue from Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends, or it treats him like a beast that should be controlled by said child. It feels so ableist at best and pedophilia at worst and I'm so upset that more folks don't see it.

(Also want to add that the person who popularized the ship is known to draw porn of underage characters. Ya'll really love rose glasses to hide those red flags for the sake of "good" art huh?)

#shiny speaks #blitzwing #rant #self shipping #self ship #self insert #W O W ok that took so long #let me know if you need something tagged bc i know there's some serious stuff here #dont wanna squick anyone

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