#tf connie

[kamiakamio]

some headcanons of Connie as a child and Misfire being a dad! I feel like she'd try imitating her dad(s) by saying "smash smash pow pow" like Misfire's "shoot shoot bang bang" line

[sphnyspinspin]

OMG, I’VE BEEN WANTING TO SHARE THIS AU FOR A MINUTE—

Meet my Magnificence Reforged AU Connie!

Though Scorponok only ever referred to her as Experiment: A9-2416 (usually in Decepticon dialect).

Her story is that Scorponok created her as an experiment to see what would happen if an organic was able to produce a set of chemicals that are deemed somewhat powerful, yet common, by organic standards but emphasized to a certain degree with the help of Cybertronian technology. Entirely inspired by the mere Earth-Human conceptual myth known as the—

Indomitable Human Spirit.

What Scorponok was able to take away from eight years of properly caring for the experiment is that these chemicals that fuel basic organic functioning can be utilized exponentially to a degree where a full grown one of these things could even rival some of Cybertron’s strongest warriors. Maybe even the galaxy’s toughest warriors wouldn’t be able to stand a chance.

It became labeled as Adrenalineregon.

(dope naming skills I know)

It turned out to be some crazy-powerful stuff once injected into a strong enough specimen.

Now why would Scorponok need to make something like this? Power? Recognition? Fun? All of the above honestly. But it’s also because in this Alternate Universe the Decepticons won the war for Cybertron, and Megatron has already built his perfect Decepticon Army to conquer the rest of the known universe, and he and the Grand Architect thought their Army of Tarn clones needed a little more pep-in-their-step.

You heard me. TARN. CLONE. ARMY.

(this isn’t a specifically cyberverse based timeline I just took the tarn army as inspo)

But what they didn’t expect was for the Tarn clones to go insane and turn on each other when being on mere drops of Adrenalineregon. Resulting in a mass extinction of Tarn Clones, with too many bodies to count, therefore being dropped on top of Scorpnok’s planet sized lab to remind him of the consequences of his actions.

EX: A9-2416 was, at the time, forever curious about the outside world, since she’s never been above the expansive laboratory planet’s surface. It always felt as if some unseen beings were trying to lead her to her escape every day since as long as she can remember. Small sign after small sign, guiding her to even bigger signs that kept getting her closer and closer to the way out. Of course, Scorponok always stopped her from getting too close.

A9-2416 always hated the amount of gruesome tests she had to do afterwards as punishment for misbehaving.

Until on her ninth birthday, A9-2416 finally made it to the exit, and Scorponok got exceptionally pissed off so much that in self-defense A9-2416 grabbed the nearest cannon she knew how to operate and blasted it through his spark. She cried a lot that day.

BUT HEY! Her life didn’t stay too depressing for long, because soon after she committed her very first act of murder, she became good buddies with the little voices in the walls that have been apparently guiding her throughout her life!

THE LOSTBOT BOTBOTS!!

(lol I’m nowhere near finished with every Lost Bot design, I just wanted to finish these couple few and make this post for the AU)

MEET THE LOST BOTS CLAN OF THE BOTBOTS!

They’ve been trapped on Scorponok’s Lab-planet-tory (im so funny) for decades along with the other Botbots who remained in hiding. But this clan was the only one brave enough to get anywhere near Scorponok’s main stomping grounds. What they didn’t expect to find was some weird sentient purple meat-potato in a makeshift industrial cradle. Turns out it was just a baby. And that baby turned out to be A9-2416. Who soon became known as Connie.

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After A9-2416 escaped the inner dwellings of the lab and joined the Lost Bots on their little side quests up on the surface, she later changed her name to Constance, hence her more well-known nickname being Connie. The name change was suggested by her Botbot friends who knew a bit about Earth human culture and used their knowledge to help Connie have the most happy and carefree life that she could ask for.

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Also the TEG Lost Light crew is there because I’m still obsessed with that fic 👍✨

@deepfriedhopesanddreams @viewer-of-many @celestite-caroline @asmoteeth @novafire-is-thinking @dragonsgirl572 @autistic-fool-with-ideas @mysticfoxdesigns @hyp3rfixation-h3ll

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

aggy ass boys who fell in love with you ever since you ‘beat his ass’ for touching your hair.

We know as young black girls raised by our mothers they always tell us to never let anybody touch our hair—never🙅🏾‍♀️.

So fast forward to you telling him to stop twice after tugging on your hair, who doesn’t take heed to your warning tugs on it again extra hard, harder than the other times, your arm comes barreling forward, palm connecting with his face.

“I told you to stop so many times just leave me alone.” You scurry off not wanting to be caught and punished leaving him behind, who’s face turned red for two reasons that day.

After that he never touched your hair and followed behind you quietly wherever he could, face turning a peach shade whenever you side eyed him. That was the day he knew he fell in love.

Bakugo, Inasa, Sanemi, Inosuke, Eren, Connie, Reiner, Hanma, Sanzu, Arthur Boyle, Aoi, Gojo

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[melishade]

prompt #25

This ask game

TFP Kids in AOP. Jack, Miko, and Raf doing something nice for the Survey Corps

Sasha could smell it and it was distracting her. She was consistently sniffing the air, the ground, the walls. Where was that damn smell coming from?!

The 104th stared in confusion at Sasha's manic gestures. They wanted to know what was going on, but they were afraid to ask.

"Is something wrong?" Optimus asked as he approached the 104th in his holoform with Hanji and Levi.

"Sasha's acting like some rabid animal," Jean answered lamely.

"Quite manic," Hanji commented before their gaze turned to the crowd, "Odd, I thought Jack, Miko, and Raf would be with you guys."

"I thought you kidnapped Raf again and Jack and Miko had to chase you down," Eren retorted dryly.

"Hey!" Hanji was offended at the jab, but Levi shook his head, signaling them to accept defeat. They shouldn't have even tried that in the first place.

Sasha snapped her head upwards and grinned. "I got you."

Sasha made a mad dash towards the kitchen, prompting the others to follow her. When Sasha reached the kitchen door and swung it wide open, she took a step forward. But she yelled as a rope snagged around her ankle and hoisted her upside down in the air. Sasha yelled in frustration, trying her best to get down but to no avail. The Survey Corps were surprised to see Sasha dangling like that, but their gaze fell to what was inside.

Jack, Miko, and Rafael were hard at work in the kitchen. Jack seemed to be keeping a close eye on a pot of chopped potatoes boiling over a fire, stirring it over and over again with a wooden spoon. Miko was peeling potatoes with a knife, seemingly whistling a tune in the process. Meanwhile, Rafael was working over another fire, boiling some water and filtering some of the contents of the water out with paper. Atop the table at the center of the kitchen rested a tray of potatoes cooked very differently compared to what they were used to. It wasn't boiled at all, and it looked like it was chopped into tiny sticks, or fried into small circles. They spotted both oil and salt on the table next to the stuff, but how they got the oil was clearly a mystery. They saw different vegetables on the table as well, clearly they were experimenting with something.

Rafael stopped what he was doing and noticed Sasha hanging from the trap. "Oh, that was meant for Hanji."

"Stop making jabs at me!" Hanji ordered.

"Stop trying to kidnap me," Rafael stated.

"It's probably good that this is holding Sasha," Connie proclaimed.

"Connie get me down from here! Let me enjoy paradise!" Sasha demanded.

"I'm not letting you hog whatever this is!" Connie yelled.

"What the hell is this anyway?" Levi demanded.

"While this world is cool when it comes to medieval spidermen and kaiju transformations," Miko began dramatically, the back of her hand over her head.

"We miss food from our world and the island's food is bland," Jack went straight to the point as he tapped the wooden spoon against the pot, "So we're making chips and fries with what we have."

"Chips and fries?" Armin questioned.

"It's just two different ways to cook potatoes," Jack explained, "I made french fries all the time back on Earth when I worked at a fast food place."

"We usually get chips already ready in bags and we're trying to add some flavor, like onions and limes, so a few of our attempts might be botched," Rafael warned, "At the very least, those Marleyan ships have quite a bit of food we can use."

"I want to try!" Sasha pleaded.

"Okie dokie!" Miko set down her peeled potato and snagged one french fry from the table. She walked over and kneeled down to Sasha's face before putting the french fry in her open mouth. Sasha gasped in shock at the saltiness and warmth of the fried potato. The huntress bawled tears of joy as she chewed the delicious treat.

"I'M IN HEAVEN!" Sasha sobbed.

"Hey, I want to try!" Jean exclaimed.

"Yeah, me too!" Connie agreed.

"Sooooo, what are you making?" Hanji slid over to Rafael with a sly grin.

Optimus watched from afar as the Survey Corps chatted and ate snacks with his old human allies. A few were helping Miko peel potatoes, some were listening to Jack talk about his old job as he got the fries out of the pot. And Rafael was explaining how to make salt with the ocean's water. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of the 104th's faces turning sour at some of the potato chips with lime on them. However, the captain appeared to like the lime-flavored chips, taking a small bowl and chewing quietly. He did hear the captain grumble about a mess the food was making, but he didn't stop their fun. Sasha consistently tried to scarf down more fries and chips, but consistently had to be held back by Mikasa so everyone got their fair share.

"I'm curious," Hanji began as they grabbed the bottle of oil from the table, "How did you get this? Oil is extremely rare and meant for people in the inner circle. You've even used some salt, even though Rafael appears to be making some just fine."

"The better question is, Commandant." Miko approached the Commander before glaring at them, "Are you going to snitch on us?"

"Snitch on you about what?" Everyone was surprised at Levi playing dumb, but the captain merely continued to eat his fill, "It could use less salt."

(Okay, someone asked about 38, but the rest is free game!)

[princesstarfire1234]

randomly going thru TFW2005 IDW threads for the funnies and found this transcript of some old JRO interview or smthn and AAAAAGHHHH.... LOOK AT WHAT WE COULDVE HAD GRAHHH

[ID: Two screenshots of excerpts from a transcript of an old interview/QnA with James Roberts. The first image reads:

What was the plan with 'Connie' [Scorponok's human baby, the Firstborn] and the actual plan with her if you could've had more time? She would've been in broad terms part of the Scavengers and have them looking after her. She would've remained young, no artificial aging. She would've been wanted by Scorponok for furthering his plan. There were plans for one of the Scavengers to sacrifice themselves to protect her. Never got fleshed out much further than that.

While, the second image reads:

What was the Scavengers arc going to be about? It was originally going to be a 5-part storyline, which was going to wrap up their adventures. I wanted them to have a trade to themselves. It was going to be a longer, more detailed version of what you saw in issues 14 and 15. More scenes, more locations, a bit of a chase. There would have been, vaguely, a "Last Stand" feel about it - I had some sort of floating oil rig that they had to weaponize and defend. Maybe to subvert Dying of the Light.

END ID]

[quetzalpapalotl]

It's really funny that JRo is the guy with the (very valid) fixation on inserting birth imagery everywhere, but it was actually Barber who wrote about parenthood. Like, once the allegorical birth happens, JRo doesn't care.

[prettypixigrl]

used to be @/prettypixigrl but i accidentally deleted my account 🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️like wtf so if you see this follow me on here

[lostintrost]

i’m absolutely stuck in connie and eren brainrot rn. like i literally just wanna take a trip to paris with both of them i stg 😮‍💨 gimme the buzzcut man in the front and the brunette in the backkkkkkkk

[riverstardis]

i'm super behind on casualty but wtf do you mean that stupid faith sl is still going on??? how on earth did they manage to retcon it in out of complete nowhere but then still drag it on forever

[saetoshis]

seeing reiner in the final episode had me drooling n gnawing the metal bars of my cage n barking n going insane n crying n clawing n dying

[chibifox2002]

My sister (as well as a few others) are once again influencing Connie's design

[gaffney]

What are your writing icks?

do you mean my own writing or other people's writing? 'cause with my own writing my biggest 'ick' is the fact i get like 20 different ideas but only write 1 of them and even that 1 idea i won't finish because i spend hours editing a particular sentence until i just get tired of the whole thing. i have so many unfinished drafts... is that even a writing ick... who knows!!😭

with stuff i read, my biggest ick would be noncon. i just hate it. like, there's other stuff i'm not really into, but would still read as long as it's consensual. but anything noncon and i'm outta there. consent is the sexiest thing for me!!!

[thedaintydoe]

glory: eh heh! yes. 💧

glory: he seems to be upset about something, but he won’t tell me what.

[melishade]

Number 19?

This ask game

Based on this old ask I answered a while back: Head Canon (Camping Trip)/ Personal Life

Optimus remained seated quietly in his alt mode as the graduates of the 104th sat around the fire and talked amongst themselves late at night.

It was a simple idea. The 104th wanted to take a break and go on a proper camping trip for the night. Hanji had permitted it because they thought that it would be a good bonding experience. They had also recommended that Optimus go along with them, for both protection and team building as well. Even though many humans in the military had finally gotten used to the idea of Optimus being around them, Hanji thought the idea was a sweet one.

So the 104th and Optimus had traveled together to explore some of the unfamiliar territory outside the Walls. Even though they had set up a campsite at the shoreline of the island, they thought it would be interesting to see what else the island had to offer. When the sun began to set, they set up camp in a small forest that they had come across. They had set up their tents, the fire, and their food and water, and they merely talked amongst themselves.

The Prime thought that it was good for them too. Much change had happened in their lives in such a short amount of time. They deserved a moment or normalcy where they felt like they were in control.

Optimus grunted a little. He did feel cramped in his alt mode. He was sure he was driving around in his alt mode all day, following the humans. He needed a moment to stretch his legs. Optimus put himself in reverse and slowly drove backwards. He didn't have to drive that far. He had actually spotted a clearing not too far from their campsite and ended up going to there. When he reached the grassy field, he transformed into his bipedal mode and stretched his arms. As he stretched his joints, his gaze turned upwards towards the starry night sky.

The stars on this world were charted differently compared to Earth. When he was on Earth, he was able to memorize the stars and their constellations. He was able to use the knowledge of Earth knowledge and the map the Autobots had originally used to locate Cybertron from Earth. He was able to feel some comfort in the fact that even though Cybertron was so far from home, he still knew where it was. He knew how to get back to that world. But here...

Optimus stopped stretching before lying down on the grassy field. He rested his servos on his abdomen and stared at the stars. He tried mapping out the stars on this world and tried to figure out where Cybertron would be from this location, but he had little knowledge about this planet's location and the constellations on this world. Cybertron was alive and well again, but it was lost to him. It was out of his reach. But it wasn't too bad. He could still admire the beauty of the stars on this world.

"What are you doing out here?!" a voice called out. Optimus careened his helm to see the 104th approaching him.

"I wished to be in my bipedal mode, and I wished to gaze at the stars," Optimus explained to them, "You are more than welcome to join me, if you wish."

Optimus wasn't expecting too much as he gazed back up at the stars. He offered mainly out of common curtesy. He was certain they would go back to their routine and-!

"Mikasa, give me a boost," Eren requested as he tried to climb the Prime's shoulder to get onto his chest. Mikasa silently kneeled down and cupped her hands together. Eren stepped on the hands, and Mikasa pushed him upward, allowing Eren to reach the front of Optimus' shoulder. Eren then pulled himself upwards and sat down, swinging his legs along the edge.

"I'm gonna stick to the ground," Connie decided as he sat on the ground next to the Prime. Sasha sat across from Connie, leaning against the Prime's shoulder and placing her hands behind her head.

"Can I get some help up there?" Armin asked with an extended hand. Eren leaned down and took Armin's hand before pulling him upward to sit next to him.

"I...did not expect you to be so comfortable," Optimus confessed, now being hyperaware of the smaller creatures next to him.

"We've known you for a few months now," Jean retorted as Mikasa sat next to Optimus' helm, "At this point, us being around you is just second nature to us."

Jean decided to lie down on the grass instead of next to the Prime. "Besides, we know you're not going to hurt us."

Optimus was quite surprised at the show of confidence. "I appreciate your candor."

Armin turned his attention upwards towards the stars. "Optimus, what else is out there?"

Optimus glanced over at Armin as he continued. "You've mentioned before that there were other worlds besides ours and Cybertron, and the world where humanity is free. But...are there any others?"

Optimus turned his gaze towards the stars. "There are a multitude of worlds besides this one. The universe is a place of infinite possibilities. Each world has their own unique ecosystem. Some contain life, while others do not. For example, a world that is supposed to be similar to Earth called Mars. The planet functions more as a desert, containing nothing more than red sand and rock formations. Humans on Earth have questioned the ability of signs of life, as there is water on that world, but the ability for Mars to properly sustain organic life is still unknown to them."

"Why water?" Sasha asked, "Wouldn't it make sense for it to have fruits or game?"

"Water is an absolute necessity for organics, like energon is necessary for Cybertronians," Optimus explained, "Without it, your world would not be able to grow plants and trees, which in turn, provide food and resources for other animals to consume."

"So is there a planet made out of snow?" Jean genuinely meant that as a joke.

"Yes, actually," Optimus answered.

"I was kidding," Jean declared, earning a small chuckle.

"Those planets do exist," Optimus continued, "Some harbor snow, while others have consistent ice storms not sustainable for hosting any life."

"So were you actually on that type of world?" Eren asked.

"It was a planet the Autobots and I tried to avoid during our travels," Optimus explained.

"What was the craziest thing you've ever seen during your travels?" Sasha asked, "Like both world and animal wise."

Optimus couldn't help but smile a little bit as he explained to them a world of acid rain that would completely melt skin and erode armor. It kept them enamored and he couldn't help but continue explaining more about his travels. He enjoyed making them happy with his tales and adventures beyond this world.

Meanwhile, Eren couldn't help but feel jealous. He didn't want to be, but how could he not? As Optimus continued to tell his stories, the angrier he felt. Optimus' tales were a stark reminder of the fact that Optimus is the freest person that he's ever met in his entire life. He's seen so many worlds and has seen beyond the stars, yet he chooses to still help a tiny little island.

Eren looked back up at the stars. He hoped that he would see at least one of those worlds someday. It sounded like fun.

(Alright, this one is done. I've been asked 79, but the rest is free game.)

[morgluvsconnie]

MORGGGG, HOW YOU FEELING ABT DAD!CONNIE??

-🍑

(can i be peach anon ? 😭)

POSITIVE.

connie x preggo/mommy!reader, short headcanons, mild cursing, basically just fluff! (yes u can be peach anon <3!)

dad!connie

who when he found out you were pregnant, just stared at you with a confused look. “i gave you that many cream pies?”

you narrowed your eyes at him and put your weight on one hip, pointing at your stomach. “your child is in my stomach.” you tried to get him to an understanding.

he slowly smiled.

dad!connie

who panicked mostly about when your daughter was gonna start developing feelings for boys, complaining about it almost every week.

“you don’t have to worry about that connie.” you smiled a little, laying across your shared bed.

dad!connie

who copy’s your baby waddle when you’re mad at him or just in general to tease you.

he also finds himself, willingly, sitting or playing around on the ball that you bounce on for your pregnancy.

dad!connie

who when your water broke, laughed because he thought you peed yourself, again, but when you looked at him with wide eyes, his smile faded. “ooou.. oh.. that ain’t pee?” he scratched his head

not even three minutes later, was on the phone with your parents and his parents, stressing tf outttt, rushing around and trying to pack things for you.

dad!connie

who knew true female strength for the first time in a long time when you gripped his arm, trying his best not to say anything because of the pain you were in.

“baby.. my arm-” he started, but you breathed heavily, touching your stomach. “shut. up.”

“okay.”

dad!connie

who stared at the head of your baby with wide eyes, furrowed eyebrows, and a covered mouth.

the size of your baby’s head coming out shocked him. and it wasn’t even because it was big or anything, how could you withstand that?

dad!connie

who felt his fingers losing circulation from the amount of pressure you were putting on his hand. as much as he fanned you, tried to calm you down, he couldn’t help but glance at back down.

yep, that was it.

dad!connie

who had to be tended to by other doctors when he passed out after seeing the way your baby stretched you out.

right before the baby was born.

dad!connie

who stared at your baby with narrowed eyes, blinking a few times before pointing. “she posed to be purple?”

you looked at him and smacked your lips. “she just out connie, she don’t got our color yet.”

dad!connie

who when you got out the hospital, let you rest in bed for the whole day if you wanted to, tending to your baby whenever you needed him to or wanted him to.

barely letting you get on your feet and do things yourself. “nooo, sit down. you gotta be bed ridden.” he kissed your cheek and pat your face with a warm towel.

“where were you with all this when i was pushing her out?” you playfully smiled at him. connie opened his mouth to say something, but squinted. “you know that?”

dad!connie

who, as your child grew, and got more disobedient (apparently only in your eyes), laughed at her antics, until you gave him the same look you gave her.

“oh yeah, put mommy stuff down before this turn into a friendly fire.” connie mumbled, patting his toddlers shoulder.

dad!connie

who, when his daughter came home from kindergarten and said she had a crush on a boy, stared at her with an open mouth, then at you.

“well? you not gon say nothing?” connie narrowed his eyes. you laid back on the couch, putting one of her toys together. “it’s just puppy love con-“

“LOVE?”

dad!connie

who, two days later, when his daughter came home saying she had a boyfriend, almost spiraled out of control.

“and why, callie? please let me know.” he rested his elbows on his knees with his head hanging down in a full dramatic way. “cus, daddy, he said he likes me and then- and then i told him he’s my boyfriend.” she smiled carelessly while sitting on the floor with her toys.

looking at you for at least some type of closure, you just watched with raised eyebrows and a small smile.

“oh yeah daddy, and then i got another boyfr-”

“ANOTHER.” connie quickly stood up, hands to his head while pacing around the living room.

“you hear this girl?” connie stared at you with wide eyes while pointing to his daughter. you pursed your lips together and shrugged.

“i don’t know, she’s similar to how someone used to be.” you tilted your head.

connie rested his eyes. “this is a hazard.”

[klipkillakai]

your alarm rings through your room and you open your bleary eyes, you lazily grab your phone, nails clackaling against against the screen to press stop, and you yawn as you open instagram quickly tapping through people stories.. you heart your friends story and decide that’s enough and you drop your phone on the bed and get up—

you scratch your hair through your bonnet and slip on your slippers as you make your way to the bathroom.. you look in the mirror and inspect your face… and deep down you don’t like what you see.. you look at your body with slight displeasure but you try to no to think about it.. you shake it off and start brushing your teeth.. you walk out your bathroom and turn on your tv, quickly going on the youtube app and turning on your playlist…soon after sza starts playing in your room and you’ve officially started your day—

you finish your repeated routine, skincare, hair care and finally some makeup.. just so you can feel okay enough to leave the house..

with headphones slipped over your ears you get off the bus and start walking into the school, you try to look down you try to avoid people’s gaze, you turn the music up all the way to block people out.. but you still feel the states you still catch the whispers.. and that makes you feel other.. alienated even..

“last year” you think to yourself.. a few months until you graduate..

while your at your locker you feel a presence behind you, you ignore it but you feel a tap on your shoulder and it’s johnathan.. a boy you’ve known since middle school and the same boy who’s made your life a living hell since then..

“whats up y/n” you stare blankly at him as you try to collect your stuff.. “why you gotta be like that..?”

“leave me alone fr” you say not in the mood today..

“nah i just wanted to say my boy likes you”

you know that’s a lie.. his boy comes up to him while he’s standing there and jonathan says “right you like y/n?” the friends face cringes in disgust “ew no nigga tf is wrong wit you?”

that sends a pang in your heart.. are you really that ugly? is it that impossible for someone to like you?

you simply close your locker and walk to class leaving behind both boys laughter and a piece of your pride..

you get to class siting in your seat in the back, you slip your headphones on and you look out the window..you want to cry, you want to leave, you want to crawl out your fucking skin if you could.. every diet you’ve tried.. every workout.. but it never works.. this how you are and you so desperately wished someone thought it was beautiful..

as class is going on, the door opens..

connie springer..

he walks in looking down at his phone, he has a folder tucked under his arm and he slowly walks through the desks not seemingly paying any attention to anything other than his phone..

he looks up for a sec looking for a seat and you realize the only one left is the desk next to you, you make eye contact with him and you quickly look away, he walks down the row of seats and slips into the desk, leaning back a bit and spreading his legs and he continues to type on the phone..

you inwardly think he’s cute and you keep that inwardly because you’ve never perused any crush that you had in fear of the rejection that you unsolicitedly receive daily..

you take the handed back worksheet and begin todo the work, and you softly nod your head to the beat of the music constantly playing in your ears,

you feel a tap.. you softly look up and see connie looking at you, you pull out one of your airpods and look at him..

“you got a pencil?” you nod and lean down and open the front zipper of your backpack and hand him one of yours, you hand him the pencil and he mumbles a “thank you” and you turn back and put the airpod back in your ear and continue on your work..

getting bored of the mathematical equations on your sheet, your eyes wander around the room and eventually land back on connie, you look at his buzz cut seemingly freshly cut, the diamond stud in his ear and the tattoos all over his arm, the rings on his finger and his relaxed nonchalant posture..

“he’s fine” you think to yourself..

catching you staring connie looks up at you, and you awkwardly smile and your about to look away until he speaks..

“is the pep rally tonight?”

you think about it

“umm i’m not sure but if you follow the school on insta it should tell you”

“what’s the @?” he replies and you pick up your phone and your open instagram, nails clacking against the screen while you look for it..

you feel him looking at you and you try not to squirm under it, there’s no point.. he doesn’t like you like that and never will, but you gon let yourself be delusional regardless..

“here it is”, you turn your screen towards him and he leans closer a bit, typing the @ in his phone..

“you going?” he says, you think about it,

“mm prolly not, you?”

“i might pull up ion no yet, jus checking”

“oh okay” you smile, and you look down at your phone thinking the conversation is over..

“what’s your name?” you look up..

“oh y/n” he looks at you and nods.. “i like that name”

“thank you” you say with a slightly bright smile..

he smiles back a bit, a bit and says “im connie”

“i know” you say.. “we’ve been in the same math classes for like 2 years now” you laugh a bit..

“ah my fault” he says with a slight laugh and rubs his jaw a bit.. “no your good, it’s okay”

you hate how he’s making you feel, this is the longest conversation you’ve had with a boy without him calling you a name.. or making you feel other..

connie on the other hand is just looking at you, all of you.. to be fair he’s noticed you before but not in this way, you were always sweet to the teacher, soft spoken and quiet.. but he’s never really seen you.. he looks at your body and your curves and your soft belly, he looks at your dark skin and nice lips.. he looks at your pretty hair and edges.. and fuck that smile.. that pretty little smile..

he wants to see it again, and again and again..

he smells you, sweet and clean, just like you are..

he’s heard the shit other people have whispered about you, comments on your weight.. he’s never understood it.. so what.. your gorgeous, he can’t believe other people can’t see that.. he wonders if you can see that..he knows he wants to talk to you more…

“what’s your insta” he says and you pause for a second, why does he want your insta? “ u-um here”

you open your insta and show him your account and hand him your phone, he types it in and follows you and hand it back, the bell rings and he gets up..

you grab your back and headphones and you start to walk out, he walks with you and you give him a small smile and before you walk out the door he holds out his hand and you dap him up before he smile and, walks out.. catching up with his friends and walking down the opposite end of the hall..

it’s lunch time and you grab a sandwich and a juice and you hold it in one hand as you look down at your phone and follow him back while walking through the cafe.. his profile is seemingly barren except for one highlight showing his car, and few faceless pics of him..

you swipe out his profile and you tap through your stories until you feel something snatched out your hand and your head snaps up..

it’s jonathan again and he’s letting out his dumbass laugh

“bro stop fr, that shit is not funny your always on my dick”

he smacks his teeth “you don’t need it anyway, your not gonna miss it”

“i payed for that bro, if your broke just say that”

that’s seems to anger him and he steps closer to you

“shut the fuck up”

“back up” you say angrily and you try to grab the juice back, he jerks his hand away and you push him, and he pushes you back nearly making you fall

“the fuck is your problem!” you say your voice cracking and you look around realizing you have an audience.. and you immediately want to cry and feel embarrassed.. he steps closer to you and before he can reach you you see connie walk up and shove jonathan to the ground with so much force you thought the floor broke..

jonathan quickly scrambles up and tries to punk connie, but connie towers over him, you watch as connie’s eyes darken and there shoving each other, a crowd starts to form around them and you start feeling hot.. and dizzy and you feel like your about to suffocate..

you hate when this happens, your eyes gloss over and your heart palpates and you start looking for a way out.. the teacher is here trying to separate connie and him and you start pushing through the crowd to leave..

“i just need to get out” you say to yourself.. “l-let me out” you think again.. at this point tears are rolling down your cheeks and your stumbling out into the hallway.. you need to go outside or something.. you feel trapped and you don’t know what to do..

connie realizes your gon and slips away from the drama in search of you.. he wonders if your okay, he say the sadness and anger on your face and he never wanted to see that again, he finds you walking down the hallway, broken sobs leaving your lips and his heart almost breaks, he catches up to you and places a hand on your shoulder..

“hey.. cmon it’s okay” he mumbles and he rubs your arm and looks at you, “don’t cry mama”

he cups your face and makes you look up at him, you avoid his gaze not wanting him to see you cry, and he simply uses both his thumbs and wipes under your eyes.. “don’t wanna ruin that pretty makeup” he mumbles and you finally look up at him with your teary eyes.. “there you are” he whispers

he pulls you into a hug and you hesitantly wrap your arms around him, you sniffle a bit and he smiles softly

“you wanna take a ride wit me?” you softly pull away..

“mm, y-yea” you say after thinking about it and softly smiles and nods for you to follow him..

he leads you out to his car, a shiny black hell cat with fresh raindrops all over it, he opens the door for you and you slip in, looking around at the inside and smelling his musky fresh scent, with a bit of weed..

he slips in with a sigh, and he puts his phone in the cup holder before turning the car on and reving the engine, and pulling off..

“where we going?” you ask with a soft rasp..

he softly looks at you “mm you hungry?”

you feel your face heat up and even tho he can’t see it he can tell that wasn’t the best thing to say

“you don’t have to worry about eating wit me mama”

“i want you to eat, that shit is important, don’t let anyone let you think otherwise”

you look up at him and almost cry at his words..

“so? you want sumn to eat?”

“y-yea” you say with a shy smile

“there you go” he mumbles and smiles before turning up the music a bit and he pulls into a chick fil a—

you feel a bit sad about what happened and you bite your lip in thought..

connie watches you, and hates how jonathan has affected you, he feels so sorry for the sweet girl next to him.. how long has she been bothered like this? how long has she felt this way? how many times did she cry like she did a few moments ago..

he pulls up to the drive thru and looks at you

“watchu want?” you look up and look at the menu

“ummm can i get the tenders and mac and cheese?”

he nods and hums before pulling up to the speaker, “lemme get 4pc tender and a medium mac and cheese, and a delux chicken sandwich meal large, with two large lemonades”—

he pays and he pulls off into the parking lot..

“wanna eat here?” you nod softly not really caring and he parks and grabs the bag from your lap and gives you your food..

y’all start eating at talking, getting to know each other.. while your talking connie reaches back and grabs a tin and opens it and pull out a blunt..

“you smoke?” “only carts” you say, which is true, your friend usually gets them for you when you hang out.

“mm- he hums starting to light up “you wanna try it?” you smile a bit “you trynna get me high?” he laughs throwing his head back a bit “nah mama it jus helps with anxiety nd shi.. jus to relax you”

you roll your eyes a bit, “yea ill try it” he takes his hit first and softly smoothing down the lifted ends and hand it to you.. you take it, taking a small hit than you usually do cause your not used to it, you ghost and connie almost feels his dick twitch watching you do that..

“you like it” he says and you nod “it’s smooth” you say with a smile and you hit it again..

after a while you both loosen up, the highs are hitting you and you both vibe to the music and talk, until you hear a phone ring and connie picks up with a slight annoyed look..

“yo” he says with a harshness in his voice that you haven’t heard before..

he silently listens before running a hand down his face and starting the car.. he looks at you and silently mouths “seatbelt” and you quickly start putting it on and he puts his on while pulling out..

“tell him to wait his ass there, do not let him leave that fucking house trey, i swear to god” he hands up the phone and plops it in the cup holder and speeds a bit..

you stay quiet mot knowing what’s going on, and he looks at you

“sorry mama, i’m gonna have to take you home”

“oh okay um.. do you need my address?” “yes ma’am, he mumbles and he hands you his phone and you type it into the map.. he speeds there and you softly hold onto the seat, but you trust him enough to know what he’s doing, he finally pulls up to your house, and he gets out the car.. you unbuckle your seatbelt and go to open the door but he beats you and does it for you, you grab your bag and your drink and he shuts the door and looks at you..

“did something bad happen?” you sweetly ask

“you don’t have to worry about that mama, im gon handle it.. aii?” “mhm” you hum and he nods

“gimme a hug” he whispers with a soft smile and you hug him shyly before he gets another call and you pull away..

“i gotta dip, you aii right?” you nod.. “words please”

“yes” you say and give him your best smile, “there you go” he says and presses a kiss to your cheek and picks up the phone and gets in the car, you walk up the steps to your house and notice he doesn’t leave until you step foot through the door..

|a/n|

y’all! that was the first installment of “young thug” im very excited to start my first series with y’all! i obviously choose connie since that was the winning vote and i’m so excited for y’all to read it, please forgive any misspelled words as my eye tend to skip over words when i proofread! i really hope you like it and comment some things you wanna see in the series! i really wanna hear y’all! i do this for y’all as much i do it for me! i wanted to see more fics with black girl! readers so i’m here to come through!!! ily 🩷