Not My Type! | Connor x Reader

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Okay so, I'm not used writing on Wattpad but I'm really interested to see how this will work out! And please be patient with me, English is not my first language and I'll do my best to make everything understandable :)

Also, it may be that I'll make some references to music and pop culture as the chapters flows! Hope you guys enjoy 🤠
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Sep 6th, 2038

Today is a especial day. After class you headed straight to Hank's house. You were waiting all day to see him. It's his birthday, after all.

The night was getting chilly. You were holding a small box and a hopeful smile was painted on your face. You were anxious, even if you knew that he will be pissed. Hank is not much of a fan of surprises. But you didn't care.

The taxi left you in the street corner where Hank lived. You walked towards his door, then pressed the bell. A few seconds later, the door opened and there he was, staring at you with his habitual expression.

"Hey, if isn't my favorite godfather!" You smiled.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Hank confusedly looked down at your hands just to notice the box you were holding. "What is this?"

You were glad he was at home and not smelling like booze in some bar. He has his own way of celebrating and that way is drinking, and if you own a bar, then you know Hank.

"What do you think?" You said. "Will you let me in or we're going to celebrate your birthday at your front door?"

Hank rolled his eyes, then let you have your way in. "Haven't I told you i don't like surprises?" He said.

"Yes," You walked to the kitchen, putting the little box upon the table." But do I care? No."

Hank doesn't look angry. He got used to you showing up at his door, sometimes you would come to chat, or eat or just to see if he was still alive. You really care about him, since he's the only person you could trust in this world. He may be your godfather but he's the best godfather he could be.

"So" Hank started, arms folded "What do we got here?" He sat down.

"Open it!" You smiled. He glared at you with a doubting look. "C'mon Uncle Hank, I know you'll like it!"

"Hmph. Alright." Hank ironically smirked. He quickly unwrapped the box, since it was a small box you saved a lot of time and wrapping paper. He took the lid off the box: it was a pointer wristwatch.

"What do you say?" You asked. You knew he liked it.

"How the hell did you get this?" Hank said while holding it. "Aren't these wristwatches kind of rare?"

"'Oh, thanks (Y/N)! I love it!'" You sarcastically said. Hank just grumbled. "I managed to negotiate with the owner of a pawn shop. You should be happy, not everyone who wears a pointer wristwatch nowadays."

As much as Hank didn't want to admit, he enjoyed the gift you gave him. And he agree with you, in a way. Everybody is now wearing those digital watches, everything is so technologically designed that they forgot about antiques. Not that a simple pointer wristwatch is an antique, but you miss the time when everything was just... practical. You were born in 2014, technology was still a little baby compared to 2038's technology.