Not My Type! | Connor x Reader

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You're too young to be this stressed. But although your studies are stressful, you have found a good thing there: dancing. Dancing turned out to be one of your passions, the way the music involves you and makes your whole body move it's magical. You don't want to be a dancer nor a choreographer, you just want to dance and keep dancing. And through these four years you gained a lot of experience, even if that wasn't what you really wanted.

"Better keep an eye on the books then." Hank commented.

"Could you stop? I'm already pressured enough." You got a little bit angry. "If I were catching burglars right now, studying wouldn't be a real problem. When will you let me join the police again, Uncle Hank?"

"Graduate first." He said. Analyzing his behavior, Hank didn't want to talk about this subject. "Then I'll see."

"You have been saying this since I started college." You mumbled. Suddenly a notification pops up on your phone. You sighed, disappointed. " It's getting late. Guess I gotta go."

Hank knew that it wasn't your bed time alarm. It's like it is written right on your face. "Let me guess, it's that Dylan guy."

"Ethan" You corrected him. He just brushed off. " He wants me to come over."

"What is wrong with that brat?" Hank grumbled. "Looks like a retarded version of Sprouse."

"I've been thinking about breaking up with him..." You tried to explain." I mean, he's been acting weird lately. He says he loves me," You paused for a moment. "But now he's not letting me live! He's being kind of possessive, and that's not healthy at all."

Hank chuckled a bit, looking down his almost finished burger. He remembered the time when he was still married, mostly when he was young. Thank God that was in the past. But he remembered when you were a little kid back then, couldn't imagine how mature you are now. Yeah. You're a fully grown up woman.

"So what you're gonna do?" He knows the answer. You know the answer. It is obvious.

You sighed, looking down your hands, then at him. He gave you a half smile.

"Go kick his ass." Hank leaned his head for a bit. You grinned, jogged towards a taxi that was passing on the street. The vehicle stopped right in front of you. But before you leave, you ran up to Hank and hugged him.

"Thanks, Uncle Hank" You said as you squeezed him. Hank patted your back. "And happy birthday."

Nov 6th, 2038

You woke up early today. You have a study group scheduled for today before lunch, and since you're not going to have any more sleep you decided to go out for breakfast. You normally would eat some cereal, but why not eat outside for a change?

You stopped at the cafe you work for. Today is not your working day, so you will be treated like a regular costumer. You went into the cafe, the coffee scent invaded your nostrils, giving you some kind of comfort feeling. Unfortunately, you can't have caffeine, usually your dance teacher, Mr. Fillerman, would say...

A good dancer is a dancer with a good night of sleep.

You made your order as soon as you entered the establishment.

"I want three raspberry muffins, please." You ordered, pointing at the glass. Your eyes beamed as you saw those delicious fresh made desserts.

The glass between you and the sweets was cozy warm, you wanted to put your face on it. But you only put your hand.

"To go?" The Android waitress said for the third time.

"Oh, Yes! Sorry." You politely smiled at her. Then you decided to take some cherry and chocolate cake pops. "Um, and I want three of these, please."