[~ DBH Oneshots ~]

Can we? ~ Connor x Human! Reader ~

*You are seasoned member of the DPD: Detective Y/n L/n. It's your job to keep tabs on Deviants, having taken the job when Hank turned it down. You're partnered with the Golden Boi himself, Connor, who is struggling with turning deviant: and hiding it from the DPD. Nines is also here. Being cute. And scary.

*whenever I see the song above I think of this story soooo yeah

Key:

Y/n    Your name

L/n    Your last name

H/c    Hair color

E/c     Eye colour (yes this is how I spell it shut up)

F/s     Favorite song

F/d     Favorite drink (I'm tired of people assuming I love coffee, only good coffee is frappachinos)

*also no Gavin hate, yes he's a dipschitt but he's a sweet dipschitt (see? Censoring)

enjoy kits

 You pushed the door open, dashing through and trying to drop it on Gavin (who had challenged you to a race to Hank's desk), he unfortunately caught it and dashed through. You had a 6 foot lead, you could hear him bolting after you as you rounded Nines' desk and crashed into yours. Reaching over your monitor and slamming you hand on Hank's desk, you laughed, expecting to see Gavin next to you...

"Lemme go you Phcking tin can, lemme go!"

 You turned around to see Nines, who had gotten up from his desk after you skidded by, holding Gavin tightly from behind. Gavin, of course, was pissed, trying the pry himself out of the Android's protective grip.

"Calm down, Detective. I merely stopped you from hitting Y/n's desk; had I not you most likely would have broken several ribs at that speed.", the Android replied, releasing Gavin who promptly turned around to yell at him.

"Phhhhh-HAHAHAHAAAA"

You were practically in tears you were laughing so hard, tears streaming down your face as you hunched over your monitor trying to catch your breath. After a moment you heard Captain Fowler's voice as a door openEd, and a split second later you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, pulling you up and off your desk.

"Are you alright Y/n? I sense high temperatures and...you're crying."

 It was Connor, gazing at you with some concern as you wheezed into his chest, your voice hoarse as you continued to laugh. This scared him more, his LED blinking yellow, as he repeated his question, ignoring the notification that popped up on the edge of his vision.

"Yeah...I'm fine Connor.", your voice steadying as your breathing stabilized. You gave him a big smile as you straightened up, eyes closed and your head tilted to one side. He blinked for a second, his checks flushing blue as he realized he was still gripping your waist tightly. You noticed this but said nothing, turning to the side trying to hide your blush and in the color of your DPD vest suit jacket thing (idk what again he had dropped your arms, his checks returning to there usual creamy color.

 He backed away a bit as you were hailed over by Hank who was roaring with laughter at the site of Gavin still yelling at Nines, his checks pure scarlet and still fluently cussing like there was no tomorrow. Connor turned to look at Nines, who glanced back at you and then to him, arching an eyebrow but staying silent.

Connor sat down at his desk next to Hank's, opening up a random Deviant file and staring at the screen blankly, trying not to think about what had just happened.