GirlinTheBrownHoodie

We just broke the 1k barrier last night, and I want to say thanks to all of our followers! The support we have received is amazing, and the donations we have received through our KO-FI have helped us make our cosplays better.

To show our thanks, we will be giving away 10 reflective Cyberlife triangle patches like this one:

It’s not much! But we had leftover material and we wanted to do something nice for our followers!

Rules:

1. You must be following this blog

2. Reblog this post

3. Tell Connor that he is a good boy ™

You will be entered into a random draw and we will post the winners in the near future! (We will need a little bit of personal info, such as your address so that we can mail the winners their patches)

moodboard inspiration - Hank x Connor + New England

💁🏻ft. Sheriff!Hank who is a mess but has a heart of gold, Teen!Connor who has the hots for Hank and while nothing happens, there is the promise of more

🌈 Hank slides the plate of warm apple pie and vanilla ice-cream over to Connor. The kid doesn’t even look up, accepting the plate with a soft thank you. “You wanna tell me why I caught you loitering outside my house at three in the morning?” Connor’s hand on the fork tightens and the scars on the back of his hand catch in the light over his kitchen counter. “You already know why.” Connor sniffs, shovelling a generous scoop of pie and ice-cream into his mouth like he wants to avoid talking. Hank sighs. Takes a slice of the pie for himself with a good scoop of ice-cream on top. “And you know why you shouldn’t be hanging out in the Sheriff’s bushes at three in the morning.” He raises an eyebrow. “Listen, Connor. You’re-“ “If you are trying to give me the whole ‘you’re just a kid so you don’t know what you want’ spiel, save it. Elijah already lectured me on it.” Connor hunches into himself. Hank swallows. He isn’t blind. Connor’s beautiful and Hank’s flattered, but he has his entire life ahead to find someone who isn’t a jaded, borderline alcoholic Sheriff of a sleepy New England town that is three times his age. He opens his mouth to say as much, only to have Connor stare him down. “I like you.” Connor says with finality. “I like you a lot. More than a lot, actually. And yeah, maybe I need to do some growing up, but I’ll always like you. And I will show you that one day. Then maybe one day you’ll like me too.” He ducks his head, setting his fork down on the plate. “Thanks for the pie.” He stands and starts to leave when Hank jerks to his feet, going round to catch him by the hand. His old heart pounding like a snare drum, he looks down to where their hands meet, neither one pulling away. “Elijah home tonight?” Hank asks after a beat. Connor shakes his head, eyes dark in the shadows of the house. “Okay. Okay, just. Take the couch. It’s late and I don’t want you walking out there by yourself. I’ll get you some blankets.” The corner of Connor’s lips twitch in amusement when Hank makes no move to let go.

✨Not Lockscreen size. Reblog & Likes are much appreciated x

*at crime scene*

Hank: alright, I- yeah I can’t see this thing. Connor, get over here and give me hand.

Hank: *Android hand lands next to him*

Hank: oh haha very funny. *sighs and punches the bridge of his nose*

Connor: I did exactly as asked, lieutenant..

Hank: >:(

Connor: What is “Thicc”?? Is it like peanut butter?? Why are people calling my lower region “Thicc”?

Hank: *sets down his glass*

Hank: *stands up and grabs Connor’s ass and slams him agaisnt the desk*

Hank: yes it’s like peanut butter…

Connor: l-lieutenant!!!

Hank: *ignors him*

Hank: *starts giggling*

Hank: …cause it’s spreadablllleee~