#to the point where he becomes a murder machine of a dog ready to obey commands

[msftsn]

no because i just realized antoine had to fight for his life every single day. the poor man probably does not know what healthy attachments are even if he tries, sometimes he will just automatically fall into that mindset of "this is mine. i must protect what is mine. I will fight for what is mine. but only if what's mine wants me to." like... the man is literally an attack dog primed and ready to commit murder if the person he's attached to gives him the command

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Dating is still only about love

Summary: Based on the prompt received in AO3 "Reader is a lot like Bucky. Bucky saves Reader, and recruits him to the Avengers team. Reader and Wanda begin to develop a relationship, but it is shy and awkward because Reader is from 1940."  ///////////// Read on AO3 too

Words:  3.914k (one) //  

Warnings: 13+ Fluff and a bit of language, mentions of torture.

Notes: I think this turned out to be more about the 1940 reader in love than anything else, but I hope you enjoy it.

Part II (Special Smut request)

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You are dancing to Glenn Miller in a bar in Brooklyn. Your parents would kill you if they saw you now, spinning in the arms of a stranger. But you laugh, and move your body to the music. 

And then you see Bucky and Steve, entering the place, and you let go of your partner and run to hug them.

- Hi, boys! - You greet them with a smile that they respond to.

- Someone is cheerful. - Bucky jokes looking at your slightly alcoholic state. 

You fake a serious expression. 

- Are you implying that your superior is drunk, Sergeant Barnes?

Bucky laughs at your imitation of an authoritative voice, and you turn to Steve, who looks mildly annoyed. 

- Hey, Rogers. Why the long face? - you ask, and he shrugs. You can tell by Bucky's expression. He had been rejected from the army again, and you let out a sigh and decide to cheer him up. - Come on, Steve! Let's dance!

You pull him by the hand before he can refuse. And eventually, he laughs. Bucky joins you next, and the three of you spin around the room, your steps out of sync as you laugh.

/-/

You try to move but there is something holding you to the surface where you are lying. And then you try to scream for help, but there is something in your mouth that prevents you from doing so. 

You widen your eyes with surprise when a man dressed in white appears in your field of vision, and he fits something cold to your head.

You grumble against the tightness in your mouth, but he just gives you a mocking smile.

- Vital signs? - He speaks in German. You close your eyes tightly when a light goes on in front of you.

- Stable. - Says a second voice in the room that you don't know where it comes from.

- Good. You can apply now.

And then you feel your veins burn, and you scream, but your scream is muffled by the object in your mouth. The pain chokes you until you can't see anything anymore.

/-/

Someone is pulling you. You blink to regain consciousness, but it takes a long time. You are tired, but there is a feeling that is in your body that you don't know.

- Hey, Y/N. - You hear someone calling, and then you take a breath trying to remember. - Can you hear me? Can you walk?

- Bucky... - You grumble and accept the arm he offers you to get up. - Where the...?

- We don't have time, we need to get out of here.

And then you are running out of the compound where you were being held prisoner. Bucky is wearing the same clothes as you. And then you see Steve, but he looks nothing like the Steve you knew. This Steve is tall, and muscular, but still has the same gentle look as your friend. But you don't have time to ask.

-/-/ 

You haven't rested for a long time. But that's okay, you want to help your country win the war. You want to help Steve, and you believe in him. And so you and Bucky jump on a train for him.

- Watch out! - You warn your friends, and they just shrug as they smile.

And things go well for about five minutes, and then one of the Hydra soldiers has a gun pointed at Bucky, and the next second you are jumping on the man. 

When Bucky goes to help you, a second man appears. A grenade explodes ripping out half the compartment and you hear a whistle in your ear. You manage to knock out the man who pinned you down, but then someone kicks you in the back out of the train. You grab the metal bar, and when Bucky is thrown out, you hold him fast. 

You see Steve run up to you two, his hand outstretched in the air to reach you. And then the iron breaks and you both fall.

-/-/

You wake up in a jolt, in a cold sweat. And there are chains on your wrists. You let out an angry grunt.

No one tells you who these men who test you are. And every time you scream or try to free yourself, they inject something that makes you lethargic, and vulnerable. And then they electrocute your mind, and you forget any flash of memory that might appear.

As long as you don't remember who you are, you accept every command they give you.

-/-/

You use a pillar of the building next to you to protect yourself from gunfire. You are starting to get annoyed. 

Your mission is to eliminate the Winter Soldier, or divergent soldier, as your leader has begun to call him.

But he is being particularly difficult to eliminate, especially since there is a man with a shield and a woman with a machine gun protecting him. 

And then you use bombs, and disarm them. The men who came with you keep them busy while you run towards your target, and throw him to the ground with a blow to his ribs.

You arm your knife, but he gets up quickly, fending off every attack as skillfully as you do.

And then he hits you in the face, and your mask falls off. You have a gun pointed at his face next, but the completely shocked look on his face makes you hesitate.

- Y/N? 

- I don't... - You find yourself talking, but then there is a second explosion that distracts you, and then the man disarms you.

You strike back, knocking him to the ground. But you run away, and on your way back to the Hydra establishments, you say that you have lost sight of him.

-/-/

You are being punished. Again. You've been failing a lot in your tests, and you've been unstable for weeks. You don't want to obey any of those people, you want to go back to the man on the road who knew you and ask him about your life.

And then there are shocks in your head, but you don't forget. And then they throw you into a cell, saying that the madness from hunger will take away any memory from you.

But then there are loud noises that you think are coming from bombs. And then the man in the road is in front of your cell, and he rips the door off with a metal arm, and reaches out to help you up.

-/-/

It takes time to get your memories back. But it happens. And you cry a lot when you remember everything.

You remember your hometown, your parents, your pet dog. You remember jogging down the street from your house, and playing ball with the kids. You remember punching a boy in the face because he pushed Steve Rogers off a swing. You remember delivering a frog you found on the sidewalk into Bucky Barnes' hand. You remember finding Bucky and Steve kissing in the alley behind your house and remember promising to keep it a secret when they cry. 

You remember entering the US Army before Bucky. You remember the training, and the battles, and most of all the war. And then you feel your heart fill with warmth and longing when you remember the dances. So many parties where you went jazz dancing, most of them with Bucky and Steve.

You lose your breath when you remember Hydra. When you remember the experiments, and the murders. But Bucky holds your hand, and assures you that you are the same girl who danced with your two best friends at the prom even when the most handsome young man in high school asked for a dance, and assures you that you are not what Hydra wanted you to become. You repeat the same words to him, and you hold each other for a while.

-/-/

Bucky wants you to join the Avengers. He has been a member for a few months, and then he rescued you, and he doesn't want you to just hang around like him. He wants to help you, and he wants you to have a home.

When you nod in agreement, he hugs you.

-/-/

- Here is your room. - Said Bucky as he led you down a long hallway in the Avengers compound. He held your bag, even though you said there was no need for it.

You entered the space, and you let out an impressed hiss. It was definitely better than the motels and well, any place you had actually been sleeping in all these years.

- When you're ready, come meet the rest of the team. - He said as he left his suitcase on the bed. He flashes you a smile before leaving.

You look around, still impressed. It would be strange to call this place a home, but you were willing to give it a try. Besides this, your best friends were here. There was nothing to be scared of.

-/-/

You were wrong. 

Everything was perfectly under control, you smiled and waved politely to all the Avengers, and even laughed at Tony Stark's jokes. And then you met Wanda Maximoff, leaving training and arriving late for your introduction to the team and looking absolutely stunning.

- Hi, sorry I'm late everybody. - She said as she entered the room. And then her gaze fell on you, and she gave an embarrassed smile as she held out her hand. - I'm Wanda, I think we're going to be door-mates.

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you just smiled awkwardly, shaking Wanda's hand, and hoping that she didn't think you were a complete idiot. 

And then Bucky and Steve finished introducing you to the team, and everyone went back to their activities.

You let your gaze linger on Wanda, before quickly turning away, blushing. It was amazing how unlucky you were. You had barely arrived, and already you had a crush.

-/-/

Things are going well, you think. You got along with everyone on the team, you did well in practice, and you had a secret crush on Wanda. Maybe the last part wasn't so good, but you are optimistic.

You eventually realized that Wanda was quite anti-social, and didn't talk much with the other team members.

That might have made things difficult, because if she had a close friend, you could ask this friend to speak well of you.

You grumbled to yourself as you cooked your dinner. You were used to preparing your meals, and almost always the other avengers joined you. When the food started to smell, they appeared. 

- Great! Y/N food. - Tony said as soon as he entered the room, and you giggled. You were stirring the sauce when Wanda came into the kitchen. She smiled at you as she walked towards you and you tried to hide your nervousness.

- Wow, this looks tasty. - She said, looking at the contents of the pot. You smiled, handing her the spoon in your hand. She then tasted some of the sauce, and let out a satisfied groan. You tried not to stare so hard at her lips. - This is delicious.

You just nodded with flushed cheeks, and Wanda gave you a curious look before turning toward the table.

You decided that you had better do something soon or she would think you were completely crazy. 

And then that night, after dinner, you called Bucky up to your room.

- You have to help me with something! - you told him as you walked in. You slumped in your chair, tapping your feet on the floor in nervousness, and he sat down across from you.

- What was it? Did something happen? - he asked worriedly.

- I need to ask a girl out!

You look surprised. And then you laugh.

- I thought it was something bad. - He grumbles, leaning back in his chair.

- It's not bad, it's terrible! - You replied, running your hands through your hair. - I have no idea how to ask a girl out! In fact, I never knew how to ask anyone out. The boys did it in '36s.

Bucky laughs at your desperation, and you bury your face in your hands.

- Hey, calm down. - He says, straightening his posture and looking at you tenderly. - I swear dating is still as hard as it was in the 40s. 

- Was that supposed to make me feel better? - You grumble as you take your face out of his hands and look at him. Bucky laughs.

- I was going to say that, regardless of the era, dating is still about liking someone. - He replies. - It's scary, but you can do it. Why don't you try inviting her over as a friend?

You stand thoughtfully for a moment.

- I don't understand. - You say. - How does the date work between friends?

Bucky laughed again.

- It's not a date, Y/N. - he says. - It's just a hangout among friends.

You frown.

- But I like her. 

- Wow, you're difficult. - Bucky scoffs lightly. - People in this century go on unromantic walks together all the time.

- That sounds like a lie. - You retort with a smile, Bucky laughs. - And how will she know that I like her?

- You tell her. 

You let out a nervous laugh.

- Worst possible idea. - You grumble as you throw your back into your chair. - Besides, I haven't seen you date anyone since '35. I think I'll ask someone else for advice. - You mock lightly, and Bucky rolls his eyes humorously.

- I've been busy. - he says. - By the way, have you ever seen what they call dating apps? It's creepy.

You laugh and nod, and Bucky moves to reach for his cell phone. He spends the rest of the day showing you how dating works in this century, and you laugh a lot.

-/-/

You made too much hot chocolate. Maybe it was on purpose.

What is relevant is that you are walking toward Wanda's room, carrying a mug for her. 

Bucky was in the kitchen with you, and when he got some of the drink, he said that the opportunity for you to make conversation with Wanda was right in front of you.

So here you were, trying not to look so anxious as you knocked on the door.

When Wanda opened the door, she was wearing a sweatshirt and looked comfortable and very pretty. You thought you were staring, so you hurried to say:

- H-hi. I brought you some chocolate. - You say and Wanda looks surprised, but smiles.

- That's very sweet, thank you. - She says to you as she accepts the drink. You feel your cheeks heat up as your hands rub together for a brief moment.

And then a noise you knew well can be heard, and you let out a surprised exclamation.

- Wow, you like Sweet American Family? - you asked excitedly when you noticed the old sitcom you used to watch playing on the in-room television. 

Wanda raised her eyebrow slightly in surprise, and then gave you space to enter the room, and your body just followed the cue automatically, too excited about the show, without really thinking that you were walking into Wanda's room.

- Do you know it? - She replies with surprise and you laugh as you approach the television.

- Of course I do! - you reply excitedly. - I used to watch it with my parents.

Wanda takes a sip of her drink while you stare at the television.

- Watch it with me, then.

It takes a second for you to register the invitation, and your heart races, but you nod with a smile, and watch Wanda sit on her own bed, and pat the duvet for you to join her. Trying not to look like a complete mess, you follow her.

You watch in silence for a few minutes, and a joke later you are used to Wanda's presence.

- So how accurate is this show? - She asks with a smile, leaving her mug on the small table. You sigh thoughtfully.

- Well, we didn't used to eat in our rooms. - You comment, watching the scene on television, and Wanda nods looking interested. - But they got the bad food right, and the tight clothes and weird social rules.

Wanda giggles and goes back to watching. And then the episode switches to a romantic scene, two teenagers talking at school.

- Wow, that was scary. - You comment watching the boy try to invite the girl for a walk.

Wanda looks at you curiously, wanting to know more. You smile.

- The kids used to wait for us in between classes. - You tell her. - And they were very obvious about it. Usually the whole school knew that you were going on a date with someone. 

- Have you been on many dates?

You giggle.

- I didn't like the boys at my high school very much. - You confess. - But I liked to dance. And so they called me to dances, and I said yes. And then I was enlisted, and I started hanging out with the soldiers. It was fun.

- Sounds like great. - She comments with a smile. - In a way, it seems like it was easier.

You let out a surprised exclamation, laughing lightly.

- Wanda, no way! - You respond with humor. - It was horrible! Scary! And all the dates were ultra official, and people expected you to be engaged! Bucky told me that nowadays people go out as friends? That is impressive.

Wanda laughs, and leans on the bed crossing her legs and turning completely toward you.

- But people aren't as romantic as they used to be! - she smiles back. You imitate her position, while you ignore the TV show to talk. - No one seems anxious or shy about going out anymore. There are no flowers, or requests to hold your hand. People just text you to get laid.

You feel your cheeks heat up a little, but laugh at the comment. And then you have an idea.

- I would like to invite you to something. - You say, surprising Wanda suddenly. You swallow your nervousness. - A proper evening out, like the one you saw on TV.

-W-what?

- A date, Wanda. - You clarify with a blush. - But it's okay if you don't want to...

- I do. - She interrupts with a shy smile. - I'd love to go for on a date with you.

You smile, looking away. And the credits music for the episode begins to rise.

- When do you want to go? - you ask her, twiddling your fingers nervously.

- As soon as possible, I'm excited. - She says with a smile, and you let out a giggle. Then you get out of bed.

- Okay, then, Miss Maximoff. - you say with a smile. - I need time to organize this, so I'll pick you up here in your room tomorrow at seven?

- Sounds great. - Wanda agrees with a smile. 

You nod slightly before leaving the room. When you are walking down the hallway, you can't stop smiling.

-/-/

Wanda was wearing a simple, blue dress in the same 40s style when you picked her up. You choked in surprise, thinking she looked absolutely stunning. And she blushed and thanked you when you told her so.

Tony lent you one of his classic cars, and you drove to the sounds of old jazz toward the carnival that was set up in town that week. You didn't notice Wanda looking at you as you hummed the song.

The park was very busy, and they had many entertainment options, but you made sure to ask what Wanda wanted to do.

You competed in the bumper cars and laughed every time your cars hit each other. Wanda threw her head back laughing, and everything seemed to go in slow motion with the image.

And then you went on several other attractions, and then she pointed to the Ferris wheel. 

You both let out excited sighs as the cabin began to rise.

- Wow, this is amazing! - She commented excitedly, you agreed as you looked down, seeing the ground getting farther and farther away.

- The Ferris wheels were smaller. - You say, and Wanda lets out a giggle.

- Are you going to tell me you are afraid of heights now?

You laugh lightly and look at Wanda.

- If I had, and I had accepted your invitation, would I look braver? - You retort sheepishly. Wanda bites her lip thoughtfully, but still smiles.

- Why does it matter, are you trying to impress me?

You look away in surprise, and feel your cheeks heat up. Well, Bucky had told you to be honest after all.

- Only if it's working. - You retort with a slight insecurity in your voice. Wanda smiles though.

- Oh, believe me. It's working very well. - She answers finally, and then you two are on the top.

You try not to blush so much at Wanda's affirmation, and you bite back the smile on your lips. And then she asks you about the dances of your day, and you almost forget to be nervous.

And then you walked side by side off the Ferris wheel, and you took her to see the shooting games, and when you hit all the targets, she whispered that being a trained sniper should be considered cheating. You won many tickets, and you carried the big teddy bear you won for Wanda.

You take her to eat cotton candy, and you laugh as you share the flavors. And then you think you have seen all the toys and are walking back to the car, smiling.

Wanda keeps the teddy inside the back seat, but doesn't get into the vehicle. From your position, the distant light of the Ferris wheel partially illuminates the parking lot, and Wanda's green orbs catch your eye.

- Did you enjoy the evening, Wanda? - you ask her as you approach. She is leaning on the car door, and smiles at you tenderly.

- I loved it. - She confesses. - I didn't want to leave.

You chuckle shyly, looking down at your shoes.

- We can do it again. - You say. - I could take you dancing.

Wanda lets out an excited exclamation.

- Please, I'd love to. - She says, smiling. You think your heart will explode with happiness.

You are silent for a moment, and then Wanda straightens her posture, slightly shy.

- I think we missed something on our walk.

- What? - You look at her anxiously, but Wanda smiles tenderly.

- You didn't ask to hold my hand.

You let out a shy little laugh, coming closer. You stop a step away from Wanda, and hold out your hands. Wanda smiles, and raises her hands to yours. You let your hands fall together at the front of your bodies, waving them lightly as you kept they together.

- How did these walks used to end? - Wanda asks softly, you think that the closeness is preventing you from thinking correctly.

- I would lead you to your front door. - You say. - And you would decide if I deserve a kiss on the cheek.

Wanda smiles, blushing. She looks away quickly, and sighs lightly. You were going to ask if everything was okay, but her sentence makes your mind shut down.

- I want to kiss you now. - she confesses. And then she brings your faces together until your foreheads rest against each other. - Is that okay?

- Yes.

And then the distance is broken. Wanda kisses you on the mouth gently, and you sigh at the sensation. You think that maybe you shouldn't kiss like that on a first date, but your tongue asks for passage and Wanda accepts. And then you have her pressed against the car.

It feels good, and it makes your heart race, and it's the best you've felt since 1940.

[random-aya]

Detroit: Become Human | Chapter III

Chapter I - Chapter II - Chapter III - Chapter IV - Chapter V -  Chapter VI -  Chapter VII -  Chapter VIII  - Chapter IX

Fandom: Detroit Become Human (of course)

Pairing: Connor x Reader

Word Count: 1,962

Author’s note: Thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs on the previous chapters! Here you have the third one! As always, English is not my first language so excuse my grammar and my repetitions.

At Lt Anderson car nobody said anything. You just quitted the police Station to fill all the papers concerning the Eden Club case. The mood was rare. On your way to whatever Anderson took you, he bought a six pack beer. For a moment you felt he didn't see Connor or you in the car. He was completely absorbed by his thought like there was anyone around him. Anderson stopped his car in a park just beside the river and got out without a word with his beers. You didn't know if it was a good idea to follow him, he was acting strange since later. Not that he actually acted like a normal person but he was way weirder. You put your brown beanie on, you hated to get your ears frozen and got out of the car followed by Connor. You sat at Anderson side while Connor just stood there. "Nice view, eh?" Anderson suddenly said offering you a beer. "I used to come here often before..." You looked at him and saw the pain in his eyes but accepted his beer without a word. Something might have happened to him to make that face. Actually, you thought there might be a reason for him to be how he was and especially that alcoholic. "Before what?" Connor asked apparently concerned. You turned to him alarmed to dare to ask such a personal question. "You said you used to come here before. Before what?" He asked again with a worried look. Anderson just looked at him but said nothing. It was obvious he didn't want to talk about it. "Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?" Insisted Connor. Anderson turned to you with a bothered expression. "Are all the Androids asking personal questions or you just programmed this one to be a pain in the ass?" Connor ignored Anderson comment and went on. "The photo on your table.... Was it your son?" "Connor!" You reprimanded him. Anderson didn't react but said, "his name was Cole..." You stood petrified. You didn't know that. You didn't know Hank lost his son. Now you understood his behavior. That was something a parent will never get over it. Connor stepped closer to the river and talked about his frustration with the deviant case. He didn't find any link in all the case he had seen. He suddenly turned to Anderson. "You seemed somehow affected by what happened at the Eden Club." Noticed Connor concerned. It is true, Anderson was troubled with all that happened. It also affected you. It was a strange situation, difficult to explain. "I don't know, man..." Started Anderson. "To me, they were just two girls in love that wanted to live free." Yes, that was it, they looked human. The story she told you was like any other girl forced into sex business. And how she looked at her lover. Those eyes, you couldn't take them out of your head. "The simulation of human emotions is the signs of deviancy." Cleared Connor. "They don't have feelings, they are machines and machines don't feel anything." You couldn't understand why but those words hurt you. It was true what Connor said but you started doubting yourself. You were scared of what you were thinking but after the cases you saw you didn't know what to think anymore. Anderson stood up and got close to Connor. "What about you, Connor? You sound human, you look human and you act like a human. But what are you really?" "You know what I am, Lieutenant." Anderson suddenly drew his gun and pointed to Connor's head. "Are you afraid to die, Connor?" "What are you fucking doing, Lieutenant??" You demanded alarmed standing up. "Stay out of this, Y/N!" Anderson ordered you. "I can't let you kill him!" You protested. Anderson looked at you and smirked. "I won't get killed, Dr." Said Connor coldly. "Yes, I know. You will just be replaced for another Connor plastic doll." Hank replied. "Doesn't he, Dr. L/N?" "Yes, of course, but..." You doubted yourself. They were other Connors ready to substitute the original in case something went wrong but... "So, Connor, are you afraid to die?" Insisted Anderson getting his gun closer to Connor's face. Connor didn't reply but somehow you saw him... Hesitated? "How do I know you are not deviant?" "I am programmed to test myself regularly to know what I am and what I am not." Anderson hold the gun for a few seconds more, your heart was racing so much and your head was heavy with so many thoughts. Anderson withdrew his gun and went away. "Where are you going?" You asked with trembling voice after so much emotion. "Get drunker."

Lt Anderdon didn't expect you to follow him. Actually, you needed a drink too, you needed to clear your mind. But entering a bar with an Android was difficult, especially the ones that Lt. Anderson used to go. "Get that shit out of my bar!" Yelled the owner at you pointing at Connor. "Fuck you!" You gave him the finger and drag Connor by his arm outside the bar. "It's the third bar we have entered and I am not getting any drunker." Protested Anderson. You didn't reply, you were so frustrated right now. You didn't realize how many people hated Androids until now. You looked at Connor who just stood there waiting for orders. He didn't murder anyone for God-sake! And people treated him like a criminal. You removed your beanie and put it on Connor's head with so much frustration that you accidentally covered his eyes. "Dr?" Asked Connor confused holding your hands to remove the beanie. "Now you can call me 'Y/N'" You told him discovering his eyes. He looked straight into your eyes making your heart skipped a beat. With his LED covered he looked like a human, like a real human. Those beautiful brown eyes got you by surprise. You loved that innocent expression he always had and those freckles... Anderson cleared his throat as he saw the both of you kept staring at each other. You cleared your throat too to chase the thoughts away and turned to Anderson. "Hank, lend me your coat." You ordered him. "What? It's freezing cold!" He protested holding it like you will try to take it by force. "Do you want to get drunk or not?" You asked him giving him no choice. "Then give me your fucking coat." Hank growled but he finally took off his coat and gave it to you. "Turn around." You ordered Connor. He obeyed and you helped him put the coat. When he turned to face you, you zipped the coat to the top to cover his Android jacket and your eyes locked again. You felt a warmth inside you and your cheeks turning red and you still hadn't had any drink. "Now, we can get drunk." You stated avoiding Connor's eyes and going inside the next bar.

You finally were able to sit in a bar with Connor. In a little round table on a corner. With your third scotch in front of each other. Of course, Connor didn't drink but to keep with his cover he got one too, and Hank was happy about it because he had another scotch to drink before commanding another round. You felt the warmth of alcohol through your veins to your head, you started to see everything turning around but you convinced yourself that you were still good. Without realizing it you were staring at Connor, with his LED and jacket covered, he looked like a human, a really cute one, with those tiny freckles on his face, and those pink lips that looked soft. What you liked the most of him was that innocent face. Right now, you wouldn't mind taking that innocence away. You bit your bottom lip with the desire of taking him to the bathroom and stripping his shirt and removing that annoying tie he always wore while you kissed those perfect pink lips and bite that beautiful neck. When you realized what you were thinking you cleared your throat and looked at Hank before Connor could notice your stare on him. "So Hank," you started with a subtle movement of the head like you tried to erase your earlier thoughts. "Connor told me you have a dog." Hank looked at you incredulously. "Now we are going to have a small talk?" He asked you. "Why not? Or do you expect me to drink silently?" You chuckled to yourself. "That would be so nice of you." He smiled raising his glass to you. "Go fuck yourself." "I will, when I get home." And to tease you he added. "But, I wouldn't mind a little help." You nearly choked on your drink and Hank laughed out loud. "Seriously, no!" You answered trying to dry yourself. "You dirty old man!" He laughed louder satisfied by your reaction. "And what about Connor?" He asked teasing you. "Would you do him the favor?" You looked at Hank with wide eyes and you felt yourself blush to the ears because you felt he read your mind moments earlier. "What favor?" Suddenly asked Connor looking at both of you with confusion. You felt the blush grew even more if that was possible. "Fuck you!" You blurted to Hank and drank your scotch. "Fuck." Repeated Connor. Hank and you looked at him like parents who are taken by surprise at hearing their child said his first F- Word. "You said this word so much. Fuck. What does it mean?" He asked. Hank laughed and you didn't know what to say or do. Connor didn't have an urban dictionary in his program so he didn't know the meaning of a certains word. He actually took everything literally. "You know, Connor," started Hank making your alarm to go crazy. "When two people want to have fun if you know what I mean..." "No, I don't." He answered furrowing his eyebrows because he didn't understand. This was getting worse. "Do you know where babies come from, Connor?" Asked Hank rejoicing himself with all the situation. "That's enough!" You protested hitting the table with your glass. "'Fuck' is a swearing word. Which meaning is not important to you since you won't use it." With that said you drank all your glass in a shot. "Poor guy..." Said Hank. "Actually, does Connor has a little soldier?" You choked on your scotch, once again. Connor gently tapped your back to help you recover your breath, you dismissed him with your hand. "Does he?" Insisted Hank. "Seriously, Hank, what's with you?" You asked him trying to avoid the question. "A little soldier?" Asked Connor after Processing the question. "Yes, do you have one?" Hank wouldn't let it go easily. "I don't think I get the meaning of the question." Answered Connor with a confused expression. "Yes, he has one." You said trying to end the conversation. "But it's not functional." "Oh, man." Hank looked at Connor pitying him. "I'm so sorry, for both of you." You wanted to kill him right now. "He is not programmed that way.." you insisted getting impatient to end the topic. "If he was, could he use it?" Continued Hank. "I guess..." You roamed your gaze to the bartender like a lifeboat. "Another round please!" "You shouldn't drink that much, Dr." Advised you, Connor. "I told you to call me Y/N." You corrected him with bitterness for all the situation. "And, I'm old enough to drink whatever the fuck I want." Hank laughed satisfied to have got you on your nerves and Connor mimicked the F word with his mouth when he heard it. What a night was waiting for you...