My Type - Connor x Reader

Chapter Four

Y/n: Your name
L/n: Last name
H/c: Hair color
E/c: Eye color

{Your Point of View}

Waking up on Monday was the weirdest thing I've ever done.

I woke up really early to Hank in his normal clothes and Connor in a police man uniform. It was weird because they were just standing there, looking at me, and they didn't say anything until two minutes after I woke up.

"GOOOOOOOD MORNING Y/N!" Hank yelled at the top of his lungs, surely waking up the neighbors.

Hushing him down, I said, "Shh, Hank, you realise we do live in a neighborhood, right?"

"Well of course but I woke you up like this just so you could," He chuckled, turning towards Connor, "see this."

He gave me a sly grin and I returned it with a disgusted look.

Awkwardly I got my everyday clothes from my dresser when I was stopped by Hank, "Wha-Hey, no no no! You have to wear this." He lifted up a folded matching uniform, but obviously for a woman.

Sighing and rubbing my eyes, I defended, "Hank, I'm not wear that stupid getup."

"Not with that attitude you aren't." He chuckled, throwing the uniform at me and leaving, making sure Connor followed him.

I glanced at the now wrinkled uniform. Carefully, I took off the badge and pulled out my normal clothes.

Sorry Hank, guess the attitudes staying..

I chuckled and quickly changed, putting the badge on pocket of one of Connor's white button up t-shirt I decided to wear.

Looking back down once more, I sighed.

Sorry Connor, guess you're just too naive.

Giggling, I left the room.

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"Woah! Why aren't you wearing the uniform?" Hank questioned, walking up towards me as I walked out.

"Because it said on the slip that I don't have to." I chuckled, handing him my evidence, shocking him. All he did was mumble something along the lines of 'should have hid that'.

Walking past him, I walked up to Connor. He gave me a childish grin and pulled out his quarter.

"Ah so I see you have your coin, heh." I stated, beads of sweat appearing. Last time that coin was around, Hank threw it to the ground.

Hank did not like the coin, and that was settled.

"Look at you with your snazzy outfit." I exclaimed, pushing his tie up.

"Yes, Hank said you would wear yours as well so I thought why not." My face paled. "Heh, it's okay Y/n, you didn't have to wear it."

Oh no, guilt. I feel bad.

So far my least favorite emotion to feel is guilt and sadness. Hank says that feelings go farther than guilt and sadness, like loss, losing someone dear to you.

"Y/n, its fine." Connor chuckled, looking down and fiddling with his coin.

I smiled warmly.

Such a pure being.

"Is that my shirt?"