May 16
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Me at the Gabriel stained glass portrait in 1-4
Me after finishing Barbara's questline
Connor with his Dad Hank trying to make him understand to not lick blood
He won’t stop !! :’)
"S-stay away!" His voice was highly agitated, laced with static as he backed away from the Lieutenant. Something had caused his stress level to skyrocket, and in that moment it seemed he didn't even recognize Hank. His eyes were wide and wild,with a hint of a red glow.
Really he should have expected this to happen at some point. And yet he wasn't prepared for Connor to basically lose his mind from fear. The tool in his hand had been dropped and he took a few steps away from Connor. With the garage door shut and Connor between him and the door into the house, he actually felt trapped himself. His heart was racing.
"Hey, easy Connor, easy! It's alright! I ain't gonna hurtcha!" Hank said, putting up his hand so the android would see there were no tools or weapon in his hands. "Son, it's okay! It's me!"
“ i could’ve sworn i booked a twin room… “ - eleanor for hank (bc i think i'm funny - exheroibus)
Your muse most likely meant to book the queen room|Accepting!
@exheroibus
“Sure.” Hank snorted as he shook his head. “Look, I’ll take the floor. You can have the bed. Problem solved, it’s only one night anyway. I’ve slept on things worse than the floor.”
when you go to the bathroom
to take a dump
and suddenly!
you find out who heisenberg is
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gonna Bite
cue soft involuntary moan. he’s weak.
||Headaches with Handguns|| (Connor x Reader) [Part 1]
I've been thinking about this for weeks. I want Reader to teach Connor how to meme. I'm sorry, Hank. This is a short crack series if I'm being entirely honest.
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"Hank," Connor poked the unconscious, elder drunk on the cheek in a more gentle attempt to wake him. "Hank, please. Yourself, (F/N), and I have been called for a case."
There's a soft sigh from the young detective as they watch the RK800's LED swirl a pathetic yellow. They take a step closer and poke the deviant android, grabbing his attention.
"Connor, I don't think this is going to work. The old fart is totally KO'd," the detective whispers.
"Should I be more aggressive?"
"N-No," they cringe, remembering the harsh smacks he had once woke Hank with.
The room is quiet for a beat before the detective jolts up and grabs Connor's shoulders with a devious smile.
"Can you... You can play music right?" They ask the bot, jittering with excitement. Connor doesn't quite understand why, of course, and tilts his head a bit in confusion.
"Well, I'm more than capable of playing a song. But why--"
"Bear with me, babe." They cut him off, moving to the light switch to dim the room before adjusting their light-up sketchers. "I want you to do a thing."
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What are dreams? By an established definition, dreams are a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep.
It was so rare for Hank to have one like this.
Hank looks around to find himself in his living room, feeling years of stress melt away from his shoulders as he sees Connor and (F/N), two kids he's practically been fathering for the last few years while working on Android related cases, sitting side by side, Sumo calmly resting in their combined laps.
The TV mumurs useless news and out the corner of his eyes he sees his former wife, standing in the kitchen, a soft bundle in her arms.
He moves to her, catching the soft smiles on Connor and (F/N)'s faces as he passes them. Wordlessly, he pecks his wife on the lips and basks in her loving smile. Looking down, he sees what he's really missed.
Wrapped carefully in a soft blue blanket, a little Cole looked up at his father, a smile spreading on his small face. He hears the long lost and familiar voices touch his ears once again.
The soft and innocent voices of-
"SOMEBODY ONCE TOLD ME-!"
"WHAT THE FUCK AND WHY?!?!"