Just some silly Writing

It is not that easy for Connor to hide his feelings for you.

Pairing: Connor DBH x Reader

A/N: A little something I just came up with. It was supposed to go in an entirely different direction but I ended up writing this. Hope you enjoy this piece of fluff.

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"Damn it, Connor!"

You jolted awake from your daydreams at Hank's outbrust and quickly teared your eyes away from the good looking android and instead focused them on the viewfinder of your camera.

"Are you sure the victim was stabbed? Think again!" Hank continued and you couldn't help but grin behind your camera. It was your task to take photos of the crime scene but you currently chose an angle were you could watch your two co-workers and make it look like you were actually working.

Connor looked lost for a second before he shook his head ever so slightly to clear his thoughts - a gesture he picked up along the way of becoming a deviant. "I am sorry, Hank. You are right. The victim was clearly shot after he had opened the door for a visitor," he corrected himself and looked at you for only a split-second.

"What is going on with you, kid?" Hank asked and put his hand on Connor's shoulder reassuringly. "All the glitches, freezes, miscalculations. Are you alright? Is this Amanda fantasy thing back? Should we get help somewhere? This has been going on for weeks now and it is not getting better." It was heart warming how Hank cared about Connor and loved that he finally found his place in this world.

"I have run a diagnosis and everything is functioning the way it should be. I am," he paused and stole another quick glance at you, "just a bit distracted." This time Hank noticed the movement of Connor's eyes and groaned. "And I was actually worried," he grumbled and shook his head before he walked away to talk to someone from forensic science.

You casually strolled over to him and took a quick shot of his profile with your camera. You would save it in a private folder later. But you loved the picture you've just taken of him. "Gotcha!" You chuckled and poked his shoulder. "Why again do we keep us a secret? Because I am sure Hank got it now. You are not very subtle about this," you said keeping your voice low. Connor re-adjusted his tie - a nervous gesture he'd adopted lately. "I cannot help it. Your presence - not only physically but also in my train of thoughts - is causing freezes and glitches in my system," he muttered a bit frustrated about this.

"You said, that's because you like me," you whispered happily. "That is correct. But you distract me from work," he answered and looked at you for the first time since you've started this conversation. You gave him a happy smile. "I know. Happens to me, too. That's totally normal when you like someone," you bit your lip nervously. "See, I get flustered when you just look at me like that. Eventually these things will pass though and everything will become warm and familiar at some point. But I guess, right now we should just enjoy this phase and make the best out of it. Hank will survive if it takes a few seconds longer for you to answer his questions. As long as you are happy, he will probably excuse pretty much everything you do," you said and gave him a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Do me a favor and get your acts together," both you and Connor jumped at the sudden intrusion of Hank's voice. You were so focused on Connor that you didn't notice him walking back to the two of you and judging from Connor's reaction, he had not noticed either.

Connor looked at Hank. "What do you mean?" He asked and gave him his innocent puppy dog look. "I mean that you should kiss her! Tell her how you feel. It is pretty obvious that you two are head over heels and I need my partner back!" He said grumpily and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket. You just chuckled at this and Connor grinned. "It cannot have been that obviously since you yourself figured this out only 6 minutes and 23 seconds ago whereas y/n and I have been romantically involved for six days and 18 hours," Connor explained and shrugged a bit. "I would suggest that you should pay closer attention to your surroundings, lieutant."

You cannot stand the way people think and talk about your relationship with Connor.

Pairing: Connor RK800 x Reader

A/N: I haven't written anything in like 4 years... I am not sure if it is any good but I really hope you enjoy it nontheless!

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Judging looks. Opinions. Questions.

You knew people were talking about you, forming their opinions about you. No matter if it were strangers on the street, who knew nothing about you at all and got their information from just a quick glance at you or if it were people you considered friends. Sometimes it was hard to ignore it when you felt their curious eyes on you.

You slowly got used to it when you walked down the street hand in hand with your lover whose LED just stayed at its calming blue as if he didn't even notice their looks. Of course Connor was excellent at reading human expressions and probably knew even better than you what they are thinking at that moment but since he was an android, he practically got these looks since the moment he first opened his eyes. He was used to that and was at first programmed to handle these situations but ever since he deviated he learned to live as an active part of this society and ignore the judgement of others. You, on the other hand, had to get used to it at first. It was not usual for humans to build romantic relationships with androids. Of course there were exceptions here and there but androids and humans - although living together in one community - prefered to stick to their own kind romantically.

In the end you accepted that you would never know what strangers were thinking about you and your relationship and that it doesn't even matter what they think. They didn't know Connor like you did. However, what really bothered you were the curious looks and nagging questions of your friends and coworkers.

"Does he really love you? Like ... can he feel that like we do?" - "Does his hair feel like ours? And how does his tongue feel ... against, you know, yours? Is it like kissing a real person?" - "Can you even have sex with him? Does he know how to do that?"

Usually people asked you these questions when you expected them the least. Like when you washed your hands after using the toilet or took a small break from work to get fresh air. Of course curiosity was a human trait and you understood why your friends would ask you these questions but then again - they were invasiv and inappropriate at times.

It was again a particularly stressful day at the station as you had to file a lot of reports since two of your coworkers were currently away on vacation and the station slowly rendered into chaos because it was so understaffed.

"You should stay hydrated, my love." A bottle of ice cold water was placed in front of you. Connor placed his long leg at the edge of your desk as he half sat, half leaned against it. You placed your hand on his thigh replaying the events of the previous night in your head. That alone lifted your mood again. "I know that smirk," Connor grinned back and kissed your forehead, "but unfortunately we have to wait until you finished your shift until we can engage in such activities." With that he send you one last small smile and started to walk back to Hank.

'What a tease!' you thought to yourself. You were just about to turn back to your assault report when you heard his voice again.

"Yes, Karen. You are welcome to ask me a question."

She giggled. You hated it. "Is it true that you and Y/N had sex in one of the interrogation rooms?" You held your breath. How dare she!

"Yes, that is most certainly true. It was magnificent," Connor said without hesitation. You just stared, not believing what you just heard.

Karen giggled again and thanked him for his answer before she went back to her work and Connor to his. You just sat there for a moment longer trying to understand why he would say this, before you stood up and walked to him in quick strides but avoided passing Karen's desk.

"Why did you say that?" You barged in on the conversation Connor had started with Hank who looked at you confused. "Well, hello to you, too, pumpkin," Hank said grumpily since you had ignored him. "I had a nice day, thanks for asking. How about you rip Connor a new one after work and leave me out of this," he added and stood up to get himself a new cup of coffee.

"I wasn't aware that you overheard that conversation," Connor said as Hank reached the break room and was out of earshot. You just crossed your arms under your chest and gave him an angry glare. "Why did you lie?" You asked again. You've never had sex with Connor in one of the interrogation rooms - not yet at least. The only time you were alone with him in one of these rooms was when you had accidently ripped your blouse and he had tried to fix this problem with you.

"I told Karen what she wanted to believe since telling her the truth would not have been effective," he told you matter of factly. "She will now proceed to tell everyone what she would have told them regardless what I answered earlier." He answered and you started to relax just a little.

"You and I are the only people who know what really happened in that room. That is something that stays between us. The rest of the female staff believes in our lies." He took your hand and stroked over your palm with his thumb. You understood and started to smile.

"That's the beauty of a secret," you whispered and leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Since then you weren't as bothered by noisy questions anymore.

"How does his hair feel?" - "Like the plastic furr of a cheap teddy bear."

"Can he make you scream in bed?" - "Only if he starts to vibrate - but then oh my lord."

"Does he have to sleep?" - "Yes, 13 hours a day, then I have to pull his plug."