#no proofreading. again. im late for class rn

[unknown-goose]

Team Prime If They Had The Fate Series’s Servant Classes

Lately I have been obsessed with both F/GO and Transformers and I’m going to make it everyone’s problem lmao. Also this isn’t proofread because I’m writing this at work so if the spelling is off, you know why.

Optimus Prime

• He is a Saber, no questions asked

• And no, it is not just because of the Star Saber

• Character wise he is the embodiment of the perfect knight class servant

• He cares deeply for his allies, cybertronian or human and loyal to the end…..and maybe the sword also (lol)

•Ignore that he mainly uses his cannon, there are sabers that punch their swords lmao, anything goes in the fateverse

• (Im actually making a in-game kit for him rn!)

Ratchet

• His experience in the medical field would make him an excellent Caster

• A little bit of damage and a little bit of healing is always needed

• Beware if you give him Synth-En however, then you’ve got a Berserker on your hands

• I’d imagine his madness enhancement passive would rank pretty high so you might want to stay away

Bumblebee

• You know I’m kind of stumped with this one, so you know what? I’m going to make him a Rider just for the fun of it

• Usually this class is reserved for those operating the vehicles but screw the rules, I like whimsy!

• There’s no fun in slapping the Berserker class on someone if I can’t think of anything else

• The game breaks its own rules all the time, so I will too!

Bulkhead:

• He is easily a Berserker, he’s a wrecker after all

• He’s a big guy who does a lot of damage and easily breaks things on accident

• Has a big heart, but still does a lot of damage

• I didn’t have as much to say as I thought I would honestly

Arcee

• She is a good candidate for the Assassin class, but I’m placing her in the Avenger class instead because it’s cooler (it’s my favorite, what did you expect?)

• Think about it, she’s always seeking opportunities to avenge her fallen partners

• I mean she’s been held back a couple times, but the intent is always there

• She just wants to kick decepticon ass and honestly I’m here for it

Wheeljack

• He’s a Berserker, easy

• He does what he wants, does it his way, and really doesn’t take to being held back that well

• Typical Berserker behavior tbh

Ultra Magnus

• The perfect Ruler class candidate!

• The way he oozes authority, his adherence to rules and regulations

• The answers so clean cut I can hardly imagine him being anything else

• I feel like his in-game kit would be more on the offensive side for his class, less support oriented

Smokescreen

• Once again for whimsy’s sake, he’s going in the Alter Ego class

• No actual reasoning here, I just like putting characters in situations

• A cool character going in a cool class, as it should be

[fr33ze-y0ur-br4in]

hi i’m the one who asked about xavier thorpe x fairy reader :) i would like if you could make it fem reader, but i wouldn’t have any issue with it being GN it’s totally up to you to!

.:*・°☆.Magical.:*・°☆.

My link list is here

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Fairy!Reader (I DO NOT WRITE FOR HIM ANYMORE. ANY ASKS FOR HIM WILL BE DELETED.)

Summary: headcanons of how I think Xavier would be with a fairy gf (includes you guys meeting at Nevermore, how you got together, and what happens while you’re together).

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Reader is an outcast obvi, 2nd person pov (you/your used when referring to reader), possible spoilers for Wednesday, takes place before and during Wednesday being at the school however it doesn’t exactly follow canon, maybe angst-ish if you squint in the first section for loneliness?, probably cringy😔👊, kithes (kisses), I think that’s it? Lmk if I’m missing anything. Should be POC reader friendly but if i mentioned anything for skin color please let me know ASAP so I can fix it

Word Count: 1,772

Genre: headcanons, fluff

Beta/proofread? Nope, my reader is asleep rn and I’m too impatient so lmk if there’s any mistakes <3

Notes: IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT MY MOTIVATION HAS BEEN CRAPPY LATELY BUT IM WORKING ON MY REQUESTS I PROMISE </3 I hope u like it cus this was my first official request 😁 also I thought it’d be easier to do headcanons cus I couldn’t think of an actual storyline but really wanted to do this lol

How you met:

You were just a normal student at Nevermore.

Well… thats using “normal” loosely.

Most students fit into four categories: Fur, Fangs, Scales, Stoners.

You were nowhere near any of those.

You were a fairy walking around with mesmerizingly beautiful wings. (Thank goodness Weems special ordered your uniforms to have the slots in the back for your wings.)

As expected, this causes you to stand out… ironic how many outcasts there are in the school for outcast (but I digress).

Just about everyone knew you because of your extraordinary being. It’d be a surprise if someone didn’t know you.

But just because everyone knows you doesn’t mean everyone is automatically your friend. For you, those are few and far between.

It’s because of that reason exactly that you dreaded partner work in classes.

Thornhill had just announced a two-person project and you were among the many groaning and griping about the project.

As luck would have it, she assigned partners before hand.

“…and lastly, Xavier with y/n,” she finished reading off the pairings

You looked over to Xavier only to find him already looking back at you.

The two of you exchanged small smiles before turning back to Thornhill as she finished explaining the project.

The rest is history✨✨✨

How you got together:

It had been a few months since you and Xavier got paired for Thornhill’s project.

Much to your surprise, he continued talking to you and hanging out with you when the project was finished.

“Y/n!” Xavier called out to you after Thornhill’s class one day. You two had just gotten your A for the project and you had figured Xavier would leave you behind the second it was done.

“Oh hey Xavier,” you said, a little surprised with him joining you in your walk to lunch. “Everything okay?”

He lightly laughed as his brow scrunched ever so slightly. “Yeah..? Why do you ask?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I didn’t think you’d want to still be my friend after finishing the work.”

He went from having a scrunched brow to a completely confused look. “Why wouldn’t I?” You looked down in slight embarrassment as you failed to find a good reason, opting to shrug your shoulders again. He laughs a bit again and puts his arm around your shoulders, leading you towards a different table than you usually sat at. “We’re eating with my other friends today, I think you’ll like them.” The former part of his words sounded more along the lines of a demand than it did a suggestion but you went with it anyways.

From that day on, you had gotten close to Enid, Wednesday (of course she wouldn’t admit it), Ajax, and Eugene.

All of that eventually lead to you and Enid (and consequently Wednesday) having a sleepover in their dorm.

“We should play truth or dare!” The energetic werewolf suggests the game suddenly.

“I don’t find the need to indulge in such childish games,” Wednesday says monotonously, continuing her typing at her desk.

You laugh a little as you respond to Enid, “I don’t see why not.”

She squeals as you move to sit with her on her bed. “Okay, I’ll ask first: truth or dare.”

You considered your options, also thinking about what Enid has the potential of making you do if you chose dare. “Truth.”

She smiles sinisterly. “Do you have a crush on anyone?”

You feel your heart drop to your toes. Had she caught on to your recent changes in behavior? Seen the small glances you had tossed across the room? Been able to hear your heart beat louder when you were near him?

“I don’t-” you start only to be interrupted.

“Just admit your oh-so-obvious feelings for Xavier, y/n. Everyone can see it, no sense in hiding it,” Wednesday interjects.

You feel your face flush and your wings give small flutters at the thought of you with Xavier.

You hadn’t realized when it had began. All you knew was that one day you started smiling at every text you received from him, looking forward to seeing him laugh at another one of Enid’s silly gossip stories, feeling your heart as well as your wings flutter every time your name fell from his lips.

You sigh in defeat. “Fine, I do like Xavier. But what am I supposed to do about it?”

”SO glad you asked,” Enid says getting up and reaching under her bed. She pulled out a poster board that says, “The Simple Plan of Getting Xavier and Y/n Together.”

You almost laughed seeing the cheesy decorations surrounding the board.

“I have been waiting for the perfect time to set my master plan in motion,” Enid smiles. “When better to start than now?”

She explains the plan, telling you about the party some other students were holding the coming up weekend.

“If we can get enough people to join in and play spin-the-bottle, I already found someone with telekinesis that can make the bottle land on you and Xavier every time one of you two spin!” she finishes explaining.

“And you’re sure this will work because..?” you ask skeptically.

“I may or may not have overheard Ajax talking to Xavier and Xavier may or may not have admitted to having a crush on you and he may or may not have used your name when admitting his crush,” she says, failing to control her smile.

Your heart and wings flutter how they do every time you imagine you two being together. “Are you- are you sure it was me? I mean I’m sure there’s plenty of other girls with the name ‘y/n’ in this school. He could’ve been talking about anyone for all we know.”

”I’ve heard the names of every student in this school, you manage to be the only y/n I’ve heard of,” Enid assures you.

You continue to hesitate as you think over everything that could happen. Finally, you decide the risk would be worth the reward. “Fine, I’ll do it.”

Fast forward a couple of days and you, Xavier, and a good bit of other students were sitting in a circle, an empty bottle in the middle of you all. You sat next to Xavier, the telekinetic student Enid was paying to control the bottle on your turns sat across from him, and everyone else was dispersed about.

After a few minutes, your turn has come. With a shaky hand, you spun the bottle as best you could.

As Enid told you, the bottle quickly stopped directly pointing at Xavier.

Xavier must have seen the nervousness on your face.

“You don’t have to if your not comfortable-” he starts, only for you to quickly cut him off by slamming your lips against his own.

He wasted no time in returning the action, lips pushing against yours as much as you pushed against his.

“Get a room!” one of the various students exclaimed jokingly, making you two quickly pull away from each other with slightly heavy breathing, eyes not leaving each others.

The game finishes eventually and Xavier had offered to walk you back to your dorm, an offer you quickly accepted.

Standing outside your door, Xavier begins to speak. “Can I tell you something? If you say yes, you can’t let it change anything between us if you don’t… ‘agree’.”

You feel the flutters once again, turning towards him and nodding for him to continue.

He takes a deep breath and gently grabs your hands. “There no point in tip-toeing around this so I’ll just rip the bandaid off: I like you. Like, really like you. And tonight… well tonight just made my feelings so much more intense. If you don’t like me back that’s fine, but I needed to tell you before it ate at my heart anymore than it already has.” His eyes never leave yours as he admits his feelings to you.

You stood there staring at him in shock. He takes your silence as rejection, smiling sadly as he nods and lets go of your hands.

Right as he turns to leave, you snap back to reality (oop-there goes gravity-).

“Wait!” you exclaim as you grab his hand and pull him back to facing you. “When I didn’t respond, I didn’t mean it as me-not-liking-you-back-and-I-don’t-know-how-to-tell-you silence. I meant it as holy-crap-the-guy-I-like-likes-me-back-and-I-don’t-know-how-to-tell-him silence.” He let’s out a small laugh at your ramble of a confession.

“So… what does this mean?” he asks after a moment of quiet between the two of you.

“What do you want it to mean?” you ask back.

The smile that follows makes you feel butterflies in your stomach, them increasing in rapidity as he places one hand on your cheek, pulling you into another sweet kiss.

Stuff for while you’re dating:

PAINTING DATESSS

If you know how to paint, you both spend time in his shed painting different scenes and portraits with each other. If you don’t know how to paint, you often hang out with him in his shed, doing your own thing while unknowingly being his model for slot her masterpiece.

Dude’s love language is gift giving and quality time, no I will not elaborate.

idk about y’all but mine is biting when I’m super comfortable with someone so if you’re just like me, he probably tends to have random bite marks wherever you decided to strike and if someone asks he just 🤷‍♂️ and moves on.

Steal his hoodies (tucking your wings into them to they’ll stay on), he will love seeing you in them💕 (bonus points if you’re way smaller than him, it’s adorable)

Naps? Yes. Elaboration? No.

You’re probably his date to all the secret parties he attends.

Please play with his hair after he has another less-than-pleasant vision, he will sleep so much better.

I feel like he’d probably be really good at makeup since he’s a really good artist so let him do your eyeliner every now and again.

“Can I touch your wings?” is a question you’ve often heard in your life, annoying you just as much. But he asks every now and again and you can’t help but let him.

Is amazed with your abilities.

Winter-based powers? Naturally cold? Perfect, let him warm you up. Plant-based powers? Grow him a flower and he’ll press into a bookmark. Electric-based powers? Nothing can shock him more than the night you started dating him hun, rest assured you won’t hurt him.

Idk what nicknames he’d call you but they’d probably be based around your abilities.

You go to his house on holidays, especially when his dad can’t be bothered to stay home with his son for a few days.

Give him any amount of affection and he’ll return it ten-fold 💙

Notes: oh my godddd IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE 😭 I started back school awhile ago and I’ve been really down on motivation before and after that. I hope this is okay, thank you for my first official request 🫶 if anyone has already requested something, I promise I’ll be working on it soon.

[elftwink]

“I may have accidentally sort of adopted five cats.” + violet/arkady pls :0!

and they were roommates! violet is a uni student and arkady works full time and they live together and i didn’t think much farther than that. they’re not dating but there’s some Mutual Pining™ bc they are definitely extremely gay

Violet’s in class when Arkady texts her.

hey, the text reads, when u get home let me explain before u get mad

And it’s not like she’s paying a lot of attention to this linguistics class (she tries to, she really does, but the professor is so hard to listen to and Brian seems to regard basically re-teaching her everything “studying” for him, so she’s actually doing pretty good), but after a text like that, concentration goes totally out the window.

Violet: What?

Arkady: dw nothing’s broken and im not in trouble its not an emergency

Violet: What

Arkady: its just a long story you’ll be on my side i promise

Violet: what!

Arkady: if u say what one more time i will leave u on readArkady: i’ll explain as soon as ur here

Violet huffs in irritation, and considers tapping Brian’s shoulder to see what he has to say about what on earth this could possibly mean, but considering she’s sort of relying on him for notes later, it seems ill-advised to bother him now. Also, she’s pretty sure the professor knows she sometimes just plays tetris in the lecture so drawing his attention seems like a poor choice.

Violet: ok

She considers sending a second text to clarify that that’s an irritated okay and not a resigned or accepting okay, but figures Arkady is smart enough to pick up on it. Violet taps her pencil so much that the girl next to her leans over to tell her to stop. She does, changing the nervous tic to another one— the end of her pencil is entirely chewed up by the end of the lesson.

She’s about to bolt when Brian seems to materialize behind her. “Hey, Sana wanted me to ask you— and Arkady of course— if you would wanna see a movie on saturday? Not sure what we’re going to see, but me and Krejjh are in already.”

“Uh, yeah I’ll— sorry this saturday? I think I have a, like, presentation thing?” No, that’s friday. Violet shakes her head like that’ll help her clear it. “Wait. No I’m good saturday. I’ll ask.”

Brian squints at her for a second. “Violet, are you good?”

“Yeah! Yeah I’m fine. Arkady just sent me this stupid cryptic text message and I’m a little preoccupied with it. But I’m fine.” Violet puts on a sort of strained smile. Brian raises an eyebrow, and Violet takes a deep breath. “She basically just said ‘when you get home don’t get mad’ which, I’m overthinking I know, but who says that?”

Brian laughs. “Yeah. sounds like her. If it makes you feel better, I think it’s probably pretty minor. I think if it was something really serious she would have just told you.”

“Arkady serious or Violet serious?”

“Probably Arkady serious.” Brian tries to look sympathetic, but it sort of falls short when he’s still smiling.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” Violet sighs, and stuff her notebook back into her bag. “Okay. I’m gonna head home and deal with whatever this is. I’ll let you know about saturday.”

“Good luck!” says Brian, and then Violet is out the door. The drive to her apartment building is spent trying to drown out worrisome thoughts by blasting music as loud as she can. It doesn’t not work very well.

She’s in the building when she texts Arkady again.

Violet: I’m in the elevator so whatever thing u did u gotta have an explanation for it in two minutes

Arkady leaves her on read, which sort of standard when Arkady doesn’t have anything to say. She’s notorious for doing that, and for not replying for hours and hours, so Violet’s prepared and doesn’t think much of it. It’s an exaggeration, anyway; Arkady’s always replied very quickly to Violet when she’s had something to say.

When Violet reaches their room, she halts, hand on the doorknob, and silently hopes that whatever this is, it’s a fixable problem, before pushing open the door and heading inside.

Arkady is on the couch with her laptop open, and when Violet comes in she snaps her head up from the screen.

“Close the door or you’ll let them out.”

On the couch— and two on Arkady— are a bunch of impossibly small kittens. Violet closes the door behind her and makes a gesture vaguely at the couch, eyes wide. Arkady could not look less put out by this, even though they have a large amount of animals in their definitely no pets allowed apartment building.

“So. I may have accidentally adopted five cats.”

“Accidentally?” Violet’s voice cracks from nerves and it’s definitely a little louder than normal.

“Keep your voice down!”

“Accidentally?” hisses Violet again, this time in a whisper. The walls in this building are too thin to be talking about things that could get them evicted at a normal volume. “How do you accidentally take home five kittens? How is that an accident!”

“I didn’t set out to get them. I didn’t go to a pet store or anything.” Arkady picks up one just as it tries to crawl across her laptop, scratching it behind the ears as she puts it down on the couch beside her.

“We’re not allowed to have them in the apartment.” Violet takes off her parka and her boots, pointedly not looking at Arkady or the cats. No attachments.

“Violet, they were outside in a box. We’re getting into negative degrees out there, it’s not like I could leave them.” As if to emphasize Arkady’s point, one of the kittens lets out the tiniest meow Violet has ever heard before laying down and curling up into a ball. Violet groans and puts her head in her hands.

“We could get evicted, Arkady.”

Arkady closes her laptop lid and puts to to the side, letting one of the kittens crawl up into her lap. “They’re pretty quiet actually. I don’t think we’d get caught.”

“What about when I’m at school and you’re at work? Are we just gonna let five cats run around our apartment?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” says Arkady, and Violet grits her teeth.

“Arkady!”

“I know.” She continues to sound not even slightly sorry, which is super not helping Violet’s rising anxiety. Instead, she holds up the cat on her lap— it’s all brown, except for one spot on its nose and the end of its tail. “Look how cute it is though.”

The cat looks at Violet with wide eyes and opens its mouth like it’s going to meow, but only manages a squeak. She swears it’s pleading with her, and it’s all too easy to imagine that same tiny face looking up from a cardboard box.

Damnit. Damnit damnit damnit.

“That’s not fair,” sputters Violet, trying desperately to not look at how cute it is. “That’s manipulation.”

“Yep,” agrees Arkady cheerfully. When Violet glares, she sighs, and drops the smile. “I’m not saying we keep them forever. We can start looking for homes for them. But I don’t wanna put them back outside.”

Violet is silent for a very very long moment, but it’s pretty obvious to both of them what she’s decided long before she says anything.

“Fine.”

Arkady’s face lights back up, and though Violet’s nerves aren’t totally settled, she can’t help but smile too.

“Great! This one is called Diana, and the one with the white paws is Rocket, and—”

“Did you name them all already?”

“No.” Arkady scoops up the kitten to her left with one white ear, drawing a very small meow of protest before it settles into her arms again, and heads over to Violet. “Left this one in case you wanted to name one.”

“Oh. Uh.” Violet desperately tries to find something good to name a cat, which seems like an awful lot of responsibility to thrust on her with no warning like that, and blurts out the first thing to come to mind. “Uh. Uhm. Curiosity?”

Arkady stifles a laugh. “As in ‘curiosity killed the cat’?”

“Oh. Shit. Okay I can come up with something better—”

“No, no—” Arkady does laugh this time, shifting how she’s holding Curiosity so she can put a hand on Violet’s arm. “I like it.”

The sincerity almost takes Violet off guard. Arkady’s expression is open and genuine and her hand is warm against Violet’s skin and Violet is silent just a little too long.

“Uh. Thanks.” The moment is over. Arkady drops her hand like Violet’s scalded her, and Violet takes a tiny step back when she notices how close they were standing. “Jeeter wanted me to ask if we want to go see a movie on saturday,” she blurts out, trying to distract from the sudden odd tension.

“What movie?”

“I dunno. You’d have to ask Sana.” Curiosity meows in Arkady’s arms, and Violet switches her gaze to the cat, reaching over to pet it. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“You’re welcome.” Arkady grins, way too proud and a little mischievous. And while Violet’s eviction worries have not been totally quelled, and not that she’d actually say so out loud, but it might be worth the risk when Arkady smiles like that.

[technowoah]

Wait imagine a fic where Jack and the reader are long distance or something and when Tubbo and Tommy are doing the man hunt irl the reader surprises Jack.

That would be cute I think 🤔

Just One Livestream

You surprise Jack with a spontaneous visit to the UK, little did you know that they were livestreaming.

- Jack Manifold x gen neutral!reader

- Anon Requested!

⚠︎ swearing, fluff!, not proofread

an// I hope yall enjoy! Much love! And sorry it came out so late I have no inspiration rn but imma get it done! Also I used the difference of American hours to London hours so sorry of

Navigation!

"Love, why are you up early?" Jack asked through the phone.

You two were facetiming eachother as he propped his phone up on his dashboard while he started to drive. It was around 1 am for you and 6 am for Jack. Sadly you two were in a long distance relationship. You had met Jack when you were on a college trip to London to study abroad for 3 weeks. You were sad that you had to leave your home country, but this was a opportunity you couldn't oppose.

During this trip you had found a cafe that you would go to often. The first time you sat at the cafe alone you always noticed it was only you and this other man in the cafe. He was always on his computer and sat by a window, he always came early too, even earlier than you. As the days went on you continued to see him around more and he seemed to notice you as well. You made a note to yourself to always try and show up a tad bit earlier to the cafe to stay around the same time as he did.

You two got to know eachother throughout the three weeks you had to stay in London. The small nods became hellos, and the hellos turned into full on conversation by the window. He had told you his name was Jack Manifold and was kind of surprised when you didn't immediately know who he was. To him it was refreshing not to be immediately noticed based on his appearance. You both had exchanged numbers one day and after each morning you two would text non stop even during your classes. Luckily trying to get to know Jack changed your sleep schedule and because of that you always made it to class on time.

Jack was such an amazing guy to you, but during the first week you had developed a small crush on the man, and he had developed a crush on you too. The second week you two had ventured out onto different territory than the cafe. Jack started to call those small outings after class, dates and you weren't opposed to the dates at all you loved them. The second and third week were mostly dates and the night before you left he asked to be your boyfriend and of course you accepted not knowing the pain of a long distance relationship.

You had to answer his question on why you were up so early. "Yeah- Um, Im up because of you." You chuckled. "You changed my sleep schedule ever since I met you."

"Well you're welcome, because before me I heard you were missing classes." Jack payed attention to the road but still talked to you.

"Because I told you! And I am grateful, but there is nothing to do at one am here." You sighed while you started to walk around your room as you lied to him.

Jack was talking to you while you did a clean sweep around your house to check if you had everything for your trip.

Two weeks ago you had decided to pack your bags and take a trip back to London. Right now your flight will be leaving early in the morning and that's why you are up so early.

You wanted to surprise Jack instead of straight up telling him that you will be in the country. You missed him dearly, and this will be a great way to spend time together instead of seeing eachother across a screen. One of you had to make that sacrafice and that would be you.

While Jack continued to talk you checked everywhere to make sure you arent leaving anything behind.

"What are you doing, darling?" Jack asked and that snapped you out of your trance. "Are you even listening to me? Im hurt." Jack faked being hurt.

You smiled at him and shook your head. "Im sorry I wasn't listening. What were you saying?"

"I was saying, when you were ignoring me, that I'm going to the cafe right now and that we should plan a trip soon. I miss you." Jack confessed and you awed.

"I miss you too Jack! I hopw we can see each other soon." You tried to contain your smile as you hid your surprise.

"Me too."

Your plane finally landed as you let out a sigh of relief. You had collected all of your shit fast so you could finally get off of that horrible plane. Every stereotypical airplane scene happened to you in the hours you were on that plane. You had a child crying behind you with a mother who couldn't keep that child calm, you were sat next to a man who snored the whole ride here and you just felt cramped.

Sadly you couldn't return any of Jack's messages or calls that you saw when you were in the airplane terminal. You tried calling him twice but they both went to voicemail while you rolled your bag through the huge building. Finding yourself outside you ordered an Uber and once you did that your phone began to ring showing Jack's name and picture of you two together on the screen.

You quickly answered the phone. "Hey!"

"Hi!" Jack chuckled. "I called like, 17 times!"

"I know! Im sorry. I was busy." You weren't lying getting a plane and basically leaving early in the morning and arriving in the afternoon in London. "So, what are you doing today?"

"I am hanging out with Tommy and Tubbo at the park! Im picking them up now!" Jack responded and you heard him close his car door.

"Which park?" You asked quickly as you saw your Uber arrive.

Jack started to laugh. "Uh I'll text you the park I guess. Why would you want to know?"

"No reason! I just want to make sure you are safe. Dont make me call 999." You tried to joke around and take the attention off of your question.

"I cant believe you still remember 999." Jack laughed.

"I still do!" You said as you got inside your Uber and gave the driver the directions to your hotel forgetting that Jack was on the other line.

"Wait hotel?" Jack questioned through the phone.

"Hotel? What are you talking about?" You acted oblivious.

"I- I thought you were talking about a hotel." Jack hesitated.

"No!" You tried to cover up your mistake.

"Well Im going to pick up Tommy soon. I'll talk to you later okay? Answer my calls this time!" Jack chuckled.

"I definitely will!"

You had recived the name of the park you were surprising Jack at. You began to walk around the parking lot after you got dropped off and noticed his car sitting there. There were tons of people at the park today and you didn't know where he would be. As you walked on the dirt trails of the park your thoughts took over, what if you made a mistake and should've told Jack that you were here in London and wanted to meet up at the cafe?

You looked at people as they passed by you ok the trail wishing that you had that energy that you had before, thinking that you would find Jack easily when in reality you were in a busy part of the park and he could be anywhere.

When you thought all hope was lost you heard some loud voices on the trail to your right. You were already walking aimlessly through the park and your first instinct was to go left and walk away from the loud voices, but then you heard something.

"Tommy this was a bad idea!"

"I dont think it was!"

You stood in the "intersection" of the dirt trails thinking that you heard those voices right. You rounded the corner and followed right to see Tommy and Jack doubled over, out of breath while Tubbo was still standing up breathing heavily. There were far away from you, but not far away that you couldn't see them clearly.

You began to call out to them. "Tommy! Jack! Tub-"

They quickly turned around and took off running. Confused on why they were doing that you took off running after them trying to tell them to stop. They were yelling and you were yelling and getting weird glances from stangers, and you dont blame them. You're chasing after your boyfriend and his two friends in a quiet public park. You continued to hear their groans of tiredness and their speed started to slow down.

"Jack! Tommy! Wait up!" You yelled out of breath as you slowed down as well.

"We give up! We give up!" Tubbo yelled and came to a complete stop while trying to catch his breath. He turned around to finally face you. "Y/N?!"

"Wait what?!"

"You're here?!" Jack ran up to you and gave you a bone crushing hug, rocking you two back and forth.

"I am! And Im our of breath thanks to you three." You said while still hugging Jack.

"M'sorry I thought you were a fan and I took off and they followed suit I guess." Tommy rubbed his forehead.

"A fan?" You questioned and Tommy and Tubbo lifted their phones up gesturing that they were recording.

"We're doing manhunt in real life, darling." Jack kissed your temple and wrapped his arn around your waist, holding you tight.

"Next time look before you run okay." You smiled still out of breath while kissing Jack's cheek.

"Enough with the PDA!" Tubbo yelled still recording you two.

"We havent even started!" Jack yelled back giving you a huge hug. Jack closed the distance between you two and gave you a passionate kiss on the lips while the two boys groaned in disgust.

"I think that's enough streaming for today boys." Tommy sighed.

"Sorry again, love. That won't happen again."

You and Jack walked hand in hand down the streets of London. People had to walk around you two because you were basically taking up the whole sidewalk and you weren't letting go of his hand anytime soon.

"It better not! I dont want to run after you again." You smiled as you bumped shoulders.

"And you wont have to!" He smiled back at you as you two continued to walk and people dodged the two of you.

"Have you ever thought of moving here?" Jack asked out of nowhere.

"I have actually! On the plane ride here I thought of leaving and moving to London." You thought about it constantly. It was nice being close to Jack and it was a major risk.

"Well wherever you're ready, I'll be here for you." Jack kissed your cheek. "And I wont run away when you come here!"

You two finally made it to your destination which was the cafe you two met at. It was busy at this time because it was the middle of the day and not the beginning. You two entered and took your seats by the window where you two usually sat.

"I love you. I missed this." Jack said.

"I love you too! And of course I missed this. Maybe you can show me more places around London and convince me to stay longer." You gave him a proposal.

"Longer than what?" Jack asked.

"Four weeks." You grinned.

Jack grabbed both of your hands and kissed the back of them. "Hell yeah. I get you for more than four weeks?!"

"That's if you show me places to stay longer." You teased.

"Okay babe. You like ferris wheels?"

[problematicc-favs]

needy; connor murphy x reader smut

requests: too many 

okay motherfuckers, it’s here and its kinky as hell

word count; 1673

TRIGGER WARNINGS; KINKY SMUT, ITS AGAINST A CAR SO IN PUBLIC OKAY, connor calls the reader nicknames like babygirl etc, T E a s i N G, lowkey a lil hint of degradation but just a lil’, LEMME KNOW IF IM MISSING TAGS

ITS NOT PROOFREAD RN CUZ I FEEL BAD ABOUT POSTING LATE

It was almost pathetic the kind of affect Connor had on you by just being near you, but what was even more pathetic was the affect he had on you when he wasn’t around. The fact that after only a few days of being apart, you started to become almost desperate to see him again, to feel him again.

 You see, Connor had been away for a week because he had been forced to go on a trip with his family. And while it’s not like you two hadn’t sent your fair share of racy texts and pictures while he was away, it was nothing near enough to satiate you.

Luckily, he had arrived home late last night. You were finally going to see him again today, and you didn’t think you had ever been more excited to go to school.  You may or may not have worn an outfit that was intentionally more revealing than you usually wore to get Connor’s attention. Maybe.

When you arrived in the school parking lot you could see Connor leaning against the wall of the school entrance, probably waiting for you. You sped-walked over to him, and you could see a small smile play on his lips as he saw you approach. “Damn, you wear this just for me?” He half-joked, scanning your body. “You know it, Murphy.” You winked and blushed slightly under his gaze, quickly standing on your tip-toes and kissing him with an amount of force that surprised him, but which he quickly returned. His hands moved to your waist and he squeezed gently, before he broke away and chuckled. “You’re so needy, princess.” He commented. You bit your lip slightly, staring at your shoes. “You’ve been gone for a week.” You mumbled.  “I know, babygirl. I promise I’ll make it up to you after school, okay?” He moved some of your hair out of your face. “But that’s so fucking long from now.” You groaned in frustration. Connor just shook his head, grabbing your hand and walking into the school. “I think you can handle seven more hours.” He used his free hand to pat your head condescendingly. “Please don’t say that.” You whined. “And don’t be so condescending. We both know that you missed me, too.”  You scoffed. “No one ever said I didn’t.” He shrugged, stopping in front of the door to your first class. “And this is where I leave you, love.” He announced, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before speeding down the hallway to his own class. You rolled your eyes.

Connor had never cared about missing class to fuck before, and you knew the only reason he was pretending to care now was to torture you. You swore that boy would be the death of you.

By your second period you were already ready to give up and burst into your boyfriend’s math class to drag him into your car.

By third you couldn’t help but text him.

To: Con;

I seriously doubt I’ll be able to make it through the school day

He replied only a few seconds later.

From: Con;

Well you’re gonna have to babygirl

He sent another text before you even had a chance to respond.

From: Con;

I bet you’re already wet for me.

 You could feel your heart rate speed up.

To: Con;

Maybe I am

From: Con;

Just maybe? I guess I’ll have to send you something to make sure you’re ready for me later

You quickly shut off your phone, not ready to read whatever he was about to text you. You were needy enough already, and now he wanted to tease you in class?

 Fourth period was pretty uneventful, besides the ever so obvious feeling of desperation in your core.

Fifth was lunch, and you could already tell that Connor would be relentless to you when you arrived in the lunchroom and the first thing he did was pull you down to sit next to him and mumble ‘hi babygirl’ in your ear.

You were right.

You were attempting to hold a conversation with Evan when you first felt his fingers dance up your thigh. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs. Suddenly, Connor was snaking his hand into your shorts and rubbing your clit through the cloth of your panties. It was becoming close to impossible to continue talking about whether you thought your last math quiz was hard. You could hear Connor chuckle as you stumbled and stuttered. Evan asked if you were okay, and you quickly dismissed him by saying you just had a lot on your mind. Connor turned to look at you, his finger still pressing concentrated circles on your clit. “A lot on your mind? Oh no. Are you okay babe?” He asked, not even trying to mask his smirk. “I’m fine.” You inhaled sharply as he slipped a finger under the hem of your underwear. “Are you sure, you look kinda red. Are you sure you’re not sick?” You glared at Connor, nodding. “I’m fine.”

Connor removed his hand from your shorts. “If you say so, princess.”

You rolled you eyes in an attempt to make it seem like you didn’t care that he had stopped. “I have to go to the bathroom.” You stepped out into the hallway and texted Connor.

To: Con;

Seriously, if you keep this up I’m gonna fucking explode

From: Con;

Patience, baby.

To: Con;

I’ve been patient for like a week! Seriously?

No response.

“God damnit.” You ran your hands through your hair, shutting your phone off.

You walked back into the cafeteria, only to see that Connor wasn’t there. You looked around before you felt your phone buzz.

From: Con;

Fine, babygirl, if you’re so desperate for me then meet me at your car. Now.

It looked like you were ditching school for the rest of the day. Great.

You practically ran to your car, where Connor was already waiting. “You’re the biggest fucking tease I’ve ever met, asshole.” You glared at him before tossing him the keys. He caught them and unlocked the doors, hopping into the drivers seat. “I’d be careful what you say, sweetheart. You don’t want to have to wait any longer, do you?” He warned as you got into the passenger’s seat. The drive to your house was mostly silent besides soft whimpers tumbling out of your lips while he massaged your inner thigh.

When you pulled into your driveway you both bolted out of the car, and in a few seconds Connor was pushing you against it, kissing your neck and collarbone. You couldn’t care less that anyone could see you two practically dry humping each other in your driveway. “Fuck, I could take you right here.” Connor mumbled against your skin. “I wouldn’t stop you.” You gulped, tangling a hand in his hair and tugging roughly. “Don’t encourage me.” He chuckled, his hands moving to your ass, which caused you to jump up and wrap your legs around him. You could feel his bugle against your core, causing you to shiver slightly with anticipation. “Fuck, if we’re doing this then do it.” You moaned. “You’re such a slut.” Connor half-jokingly scoffed, one of his hands pulling your shirt over your head and kissing your newly exposed skin. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” You whined through your moans as you tugged at his shirt. He took the hint and pulled it off as well, tossing it onto the hood of your car. “This is so fucked up.” You breathed out, your nails digging into his shoulder. “Yet you like it.” Connor teased against your skin. “So do you.” You quipped back. After a few more moments of making out, your hand roamed down to the button of his jeans, popping it open and quickly unzipping them as well. “Someone’s eager.” Connor mused, doing the same to your short and pulling them down your thighs. “Anyone could see us right now, Connor.” You said shakily. “I know.” He replied. “Is that a problem?” You quickly shook your head and moaned as you watched him pull down his boxers enough to free his erection. He smirked slightly, burying his head in your shoulder as he pulled your panties to the side and pushed himself into you, to desperate himself to tease you for very long. “Fuck, Connor.” You moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging. He moaned your name in response, beginning to thrust into you at a steady pace. “You’re so tight babygirl.” He growled against your neck, beginning to leave a trail of hickeys. “Connor, oh my god, faster. F-Fuck it feels so good.” You shut your eyes, focusing on the many sensations you were experiencing. “Moan my name, babygirl.” He commanded. You obviously complied, moaning his name loudly. You had been so desperate all day, you knew you weren’t going to last very long. You had a feeling it was the same for Connor. You pulled on his hair harder, earning a deep groan from him, which only turned you on more. “God, fuck, Connor I’m gonna cum.” You cried out, you head falling backwards. “God you’re so easy.” He chuckled darkly, speeding up his thrusts to bring you to your climax. “Cum for me, slut.” He growled in your ear. You weren’t going to argue. You practically screamed his name as you came, and you could feel his thrusts becoming sloppy. “God, you’re such a good girl for me y/n. Fuck.” He praised as he came. He pulled away from you after a few moments and you both pulled your underwear and pants back up.

You stayed still, panting, before you reached over and grabbed your shirt from the hood of the car. “Thank god my mom didn’t come home.” You breathed out, tossing his own shirt at him. “You’re a piece of work, y/n,” Connor shook his head, smiling at you slightly. “Right back at you, Murphy.” You grinned, taking a deep breath before walking towards your house.