#connor needs a hug

[ethan-acfan]

Desmond head canons (with a few non desmond head canons thrown in) (I love desmond and all non-desmonds equally I swear)

Desmond once came out of the animus and tried to greet the others, but he couldn't figure out which language to use, so for about 5 minutes, he cycled through different languages trying to find the right one before just giving up.

Ezio has chronic pain from climbing buildings because he never learned the correct way to climb them, nor the correct stretches to stop the pain

Haytham once convinced Connor to come with him to a tavern, Connor ended up getting drunk and zoning out for 30 minutes before putting his head down and silently crying in the corner

Connor never processed his mom's death because after she died, he had to rebuild the village, then he had to learn to fight, then he had to worry about his villages safety, etc. So he never processed it

Altair and desmond suffer from migraines and not the "my head hurts" migrans I'm talking the ones that cause you to black out for a minute and get sick

Altair once was learning to do a leap of faith, but while it was being explained, he accidently turned on his eagle vision and nearly freaked out (his dad had to take him home right after and explain what Altair was seeing)

After a few days of reliving ezios' memories, desmond started to gravitate towards Shaun because (just like Leo) Shaun smells like books

Altair has the stupidest sense of humor

Ezio collected cats, Altair collected birds, connor collected dogs/ wild animals, and now all animals are just drawn to desmond

Desmond once fist fought a gang leader *and won.* He also got the leaders' respect. (Being a bartender in Manhattan does things to you)

Desmond with adhd

Connor doesn't like walking into new places without being able to scope out the area first

DESMOND WITH ADHD

Altair has severe attachment issues, so bc of this, he distances himself as much as possible, so he doesn't get attached

Desmond got into an argument with Bill and got so frustrated that he started talking in native American without realizing Bill then said something snarky and desmond snapped in a perfect native America accent. "Haytham, you are unbelievable"

Desmond can control his ancestors' ratatouille style

When there is a time jump in the animus (for example, the time jumps in the training montage in monteriggioni), it's super disorienting for desmond bc he gets the memories of his ancestor but if he focuses on them he can't remember them

Desmond once cried for an hour in his room bc he couldn't remember Rebecca's name when he came out of the animus

Desmond nearly attacked Bill on multiple occasions because his bleeds made him appear to be a Templar (Bill is no longer allowed near desmond as he is getting out of the animus)

While they were in the temple, a bear wandered in, and everyone freaked out, but desmond just helped the bear find its way back to his mom (they now get random prey left outside of the temple)

One time, desmond tried to reach for a throwing knife before realizing he dosent have throwing knives, and he nearly died, lol

Desmond called Rebecca Claudia once, and she never forgot it

I have so many more, but I don't feel like typing them out rn

[sweeteatercat]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Additional Tags: Deviant Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Connor Deserves Happiness, Protective Hank Anderson, Connor Needs A Hug, Fluff and Angst, Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), Connor and Hank hug, Hugs, Self-Doubt, Angst and Feels, Friendship/Love, Feelings Realization, Reunions

He's not human and he never will be.

But that's all right. Meanwhile, Connor knows exactly what he is and what he's not.

He's not human. Not a machine. He is a living being.

[c0nn0rsseur]

”I’m going to accomplish my mission, lieutenant, whether you like it or not. I advise you to stay out of my way.”

Machine Connor cold, brrrr.

[nnicknnelsonn]

caring about friends loudly

comforting them quietly

bottom gifs: @nick-nellson

[angelnicknelson]

every heartstopper hug -> 2x02: nick and charlie

[technicolourtelevision]

gerri doesn't owe roman shit

[sorryiliketoscreenshot]

[poolparty13]

Angry Davo

[gunstellations]

rk800 💙 rk900

[crow-talks-hockey]

ok but not enough people are intrigued and obsessed and fascinated by connor mcdavid in the way i and others on this site are. like yes, yes i could ramble on and on about his skill. he is the best player in the world. period. you can't challenge that and if you are... are you blind? potentially uhm, how do i say this lightly, not smart? etc? there's no contention there, everyone knows it. and he's fast, and whatever. but i don't care about that. that's mcdavid. that's the man that i used to be so annoyed with because no one would shut up about him even when he wasn't even playing (and that's still annoying to me tbh it just happens less now). that's the star player on a team i used to hate when the avs played them ( idk why, i just always hated playing the oilers even when i started getting a soft spot for them). but, and i've said it before, mcdavid isn't connor.

connor is the one i'm so fascinated and intrigued by. it's not his hockey iq or his speed or anything. what i'm obsessed with is that haunted aura he carries everywhere and i mean everywhere. he just seems so... out of place? like you can almost tell he doesn't quite fit in. which is a little ironic and sad for the best player in the world, isn't it? but accurate, too. he's so unique and set apart and burdened with expectations that he wouldn't be allowed to be normal even if he tried. and you can see it clear as day. everyone jokes around about him having no personality but what else is he supposed to do when he gets asked the same question a million times anymore? i'd look just as haunted and annoyed if i were him.

but here's the thing. he's not just that broken boy either. he's a bit of a goof, actually. and it still surprises me, but he is. he's a silly fucking guy. i mean he goes out there and just lights it up, every night. and then you come to find out that he was the one organizing those stupid post-game berets and the plungers and shit? like i'm sorry? you're telling me the face of the league and one of the guys known for being incredibly dry, did that? and that he's out here helping with the all-star stuff, being sweet and showing (at least in part) some of his real self to these little kids who are growing up idolizing him, and being lovey with teammates. he's slipping on the ice hugging the team made of people he loves with all the passion he can muster because god he just wants to win it here. with them. FOR them. he wants to so so bad and it hurts.

like seriously i could go on and on about this guy. about how if people would just give a shit they would see the real person he is - haunted and silly in full - behind the layers of stress about expectations so high they're unachievable, annoyance with the same stupid questions being thrown at him, and the pressure to be the perfect star. if they would just care enough to pay attention to how he smiles at leon or how he cellys or how he hugs his teammates like they're his lifeline they would see connor, not just mcdavid. they would see the love and the care that shapes those haunted eyes. maybe. just maybe.

anyway connor mcdavid is an enigma and a weirdo and i love him so so much and i'm so so fascinated by him 🫠🫶

[willowshimmer]

1 like = 1 hug for Connor.

[ethan-acfan]

Connor headcanons?

Ask and you shall receive (I am, however, sick and on cold medication, so I can't guarantee the quality)

He started collecting feathers for his mom for her to put in her hair and never stopped after she died.

After reading haythem's journal (forsaken), he started visiting his father's grave every year.

He always makes sure that Achilles grave is clean and well kept will also leave offerings often.

When he was 14, he used to stare at the picture of his dad, wondering how such a terrible man could make up half of him.

After finding out about what Washington did, he went to Achilles and went on a very strongly worded rant about him.

He typically doesn't swear, so when he does, it scares everyone.

Once he trusts you he is huge on hugs and cuddles.

Has a RBF

Naturally, he has a sarcastic tone and has been "rude" to people on accident on multiple occasions.

After the events of ac3, he absolutely hates fire he would rather freeze to death in the cold than be near one.

Stutters when he gets flustered.

flirts on accident, like imagine complaining about being cold at night, and he says something like, "I can keep you warm." And he doesn't even realize what he said.

Hunches over to not seem intimidating, but when he gets mad, he straightens his back and looks really intimidating.

When he's sad, he doesn't cry. Instead, he forces himself into his work and just does everything in a daze until he can shove the sadness down and ignore it.

Gets chronic migraines. Like going blind, vomiting, unable to move at all without passing out.

He is a huge animal lover, like putting him in a room with a bunch of baby kittens, and he will be the happiest man ever.

Will remember the tiny details about you. Like the pattern on your hands, your favorite color, the way your eyes light up when you eat something good etc.

When he is lurking in the shadows, he almost looks like a weeping angel, just uncannily beautiful.

Even though he is the biggest assassin, he tries his hardest to take up the least amount of space. Like when he's asleep, he'll curl into a ball.

Can't spell to save his life.

Hates the idea of alchohol or 🍃 thinks a substance that changes the way you think and act is terrifying.

Is hypersensitive to the taste of coffee, alchohol, chocolate, etc.

He is always aware of his surroundings, even if he is completely relaxed.

Hums while he cleans.

He is really good at keeping up with his gear and armor, not so good at his weapons. His gear will be perfectly polished and clean while his gun is falling apart in his hands.

Insomnia.

Gives the best massages.

He loves having his scalp scratched.

Is obsessed with the stars, any paper published on them, he has probably already read it.

Is weirdly good at sewing.

(I have so many more, but I'm tired, so this is all you get)

[polyoptigon17]

I’m at the end of the challenge finally, with the theme Always. This has been a lot of fun to participate in, and I’m glad I got the chance this year.

The first time Connor was hugged was the morning after the revolution. He’d agreed to meet up with Hank outside the Chicken Feed once everything had settled down. It was early morning, unusually early for the lieutenant to be awake. Connor hadn’t known what to expect, but it certainly hadn’t been for Hank to pull him into his arms, holding him close. After the initial shock, the warmth was the first thing Connor had registered. His arms returned the hug on autopilot as he tried to absorb as much of the feeling as possible. The way it chased away the stress and fear that had been plaguing him ever since Amanda’s takeover.

He’d felt safe and cared for in a way he didn’t know how to handle. It wasn’t anything he’d ever expected to feel, for a number of reasons.

The technicians and engineers at CyberLife only ever touched him for testing or repair purposes. The testing mostly involved gauging what his body could withstand before destruction and weeding out any sliver of deviancy.

They’d shot him, electrocuted him, burned him, bled him out, damaged each biocomponent one by one to determine which were more critical than others. One iteration - 32 if he remembered correctly - had been wedged into a large vice. The engineers had slowly increased the pressure, tightening it bit by bit until his chassis cracked and eventually split apart. Memories from those earlier transfers were patchy, some parts clear and intense and others faded into only a vague recollection. He remembered the pressure.

The few times CyberLife bothered to repair rather than replace him were less destructive though still cold. Their hands were careful but never gentle, nothing like Hank’s cradling the back of his head - as if he were something dear. Most of the time, they didn’t use their hands at all, guiding a computer-controlled repair arm instead. And Amanda… well her rare, fleeting touch was never violent but it was always brief and - looking back on it - detached.

He hadn’t cared at the time. He’d known what hugging was, or at least how it could be used as a manipulation tactic. Unlike most combat models, the CyberLife engineers had designed his chassis and synthetic skin to more closely reflect the softer, nearly human feel of more domestic androids for just that purpose. That had been before his purpose was changed from detective android to deviant hunter.

Connor’s outlook had changed after deviating. He saw the displays of affection other androids showed each other at the abandoned church, after he got Jericho raided. It was the first time he’d ever felt a sense of longing. He still never thought it was something he would ever get to experience. At the time, he honestly didn’t even think he would make it to the end of the revolution. But he had, somehow.

And when Hank wanted to meet with him after everything calmed down, he felt that longing again. Their partnership had started off strained, and at first, Connor expected no different treatment than what CyberLife had shown him. But by that night, Hank was the only friend Connor had. It was good to see him again, and despite that odd longing still there, Connor would have considered it enough.

Then Hank had hugged him. Not only that, but took him in and gave him a home. In the months since then they’d only gotten closer. Hank had said they were family on a number of occasions, and calling Connor ‘son’ was a daily occurrence. All of it never failed to bring a smile to his face and yet… he still felt that longing sometimes. Times like right now. It’d taken a while to identify what exactly this feeling was, but he knew now. Connor wanted a hug. Of course, Hank had hugged him since that night but it was usually a show of comfort when he was distressed or hurt. Connor was neither of those things right now.

They were sitting at their desks at work, dealing with a backlog of paperwork since they had no active cases at the moment. Connor’s stress levels were at a low 7%, and that was only due to his frustration at this longing that wouldn’t go away. It had been going on for days now, with no sign of fading like it usually did. Even hugging Sumo had only helped temporarily, and he’d hugged the dog all night through his stasis cycle.

He knew what would fix it but that was the whole dilemma. There was no reason for Hank to hug him at the moment. He could try and invent a reason, but the lieutenant had gotten annoyingly good at picking up when Connor was lying. Initiating one himself out of nowhere felt too daunting to consider when there was no precedent for it. He didn’t want to be pushed away. That would only make the feeling worse.

“Connor, you either need to tell me what’s going on or stop staring at me,” Hank snapped. Connor hadn’t even realized he’d been staring. He blinked and looked away, back to his monitor. There was only one viable option left. He would just have to ask outright. It was an admittedly awkward option, but a verbal rejection would hurt less and hopefully also be less of a bother.

“Was kinda hoping you’d go with the first option,” Hank muttered a little quieter. Now it was him scrutinizing Connor. “Everything alright, son?”

He couldn’t ask now, not when they were at work. The idea of being laughed at for his request was doubly terrible if it happened in front of all of his colleagues.

“Fine. Just thinking,” Connor said, meeting his eyes with what he hoped came off as a reassuring smile. It must have been good enough because Hank dropped it. He tried to focus back on his work, pushing all those distracting thoughts from his head to be dealt with later.

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[haven-of-dusk]

[ittetsuspecs]

I wonder if one of Hank's disciplinary actions is letting a criminal go just like how he did to the Traci's. His empathy is what keeps him alive and what kills him.

He started to realize at one point that not all criminals decided they wanted to be criminals (like what he said about Pedro). It's a long ass process; a novel of a person that one interrogation isn't enough to unfold it all.

It's just.. Hank. Yknow? I feel like, in my vision, when he was younger, him standing as a guard on one of the criminals that related to Red Ice. They're young, probably the same age as Hank now, that person knows what they did was wrong, they admit for a while it felt good. Then it doesn't. And they knew there was nothing they could do to reverse everything back. At least they're getting by for a while. Then they're in prison, finally, they can catch a fucking break from trying to survive every fucking day.

Survive. That is all what they want from getting involved with Red Ice. Just to get by a shitty day. That is all.

That doesn't justify the addiction that comes after it, doesn't it? That doesn't justify a collapsing society, doesn't it?

Idk I'm just rambling lol

[yvy-900]

Connor crying... because I needed it.

Thirium diluted tears for everyone *hides*