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— taking a liking | connor x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

SCENARIO: A new RK800 robot seems to need to lend a hand in your cases. You soon seem to take a liking to the handsome android.

PAIRING: RK800!Connor X GN!Reader.

WARNINGS: Swearing.

WORD COUNT: 563.

A/N: Sorry if this isn’t the best, new writer for the Detroit Become Human fandom. I’m sure my writing will get better when i buy the game and stop watching gameplays :sob: , please enjoy this anyway!

I walk into the office, looking over at Hanks desk and noticing an android standing beside him. I raise a brow, ‘Since when did we have an android working with us?’ I thought to myself before being stopped by Gavin. Fuck. Sake.

“I noticed you’ve came in a bit early than you were supposed to, something came up or were you just excited to see me?” He chuckled to himself as I pushed him away, “shut up you loser.”

I shake my head and make my way to my desk, it was besides Hanks so i could easily listen to his conversation with the android. It didn’t seem like much though, it just kept asking questions about what Hank was like.

I giggled softly and Hank turned to glare at me, “What you giggling about, l/n.”

“Oh nothing~ Just how you’re actually interacting with an android after you said you hate them?” I tease.

Hank rolls his eyes at my behaviour, the android beside him seems to have its LED glowing yellow before turning blue again. “My names Connor, I’m an android sent by CyberLife.”

“Nice to meet you, Connor from CyberLife.” I smile.

After working a few cases with Connor— and Hank, of course— I was starting to take a very big liking to the android. Of course, i knew it couldn’t reciprocate feelings, it’s an android for gods sake.

I sigh to myself, obviously being in deep thoughts before getting pulled out of them by Connor. I look up at him, his head tilted and puppy eyes activated. “Are you okay, detective?” I blush and nod, “Of course i am Connor, just was thinking of some things.”

I looked back down, studying my shoe laces as something to be distracted by while we waited for Hank to finish eating and to stop moaning like a grumpy dad. I still felt eyes on me, of course, Connor.

“Connor, what is up?” I ask as he scrunched his brows, “It seems your heart rate keeps going up every time you look at me, its beating is irregular. I can get out of your way if i’m causing you to feel unwell or uncomfy.” 

“Uhm.. no, please, you’re fine. I just..” I sigh and shake my head, “Its nothing, we can forget it, shall we head back to the station?” I ask Hank as he nodded, motioning his head to the car, “you guys get in, i’m gonna throw this in the bin and we can go.”

Once i noticed we were at the station, i quickly got out and ran to the toilets, turning the sink on and wetting my face. 

Connor, on the other hand, was a bit confused about what happened, sitting down on the desk opposite Hank. “Do you know what is up with detective y/n? They have been a bit distant from me and seem to be getting irregular heartbeats, almost like its skipping a beat or two. They also keep turning away from me or making small talk.” He asked softly, Hank chuckling and looking up at the robot. 

“They like you, dumbass.” Connor looked away for a second, opening his mouth and whispering an ‘Oh’ while his tongue touched the side of his mouth. Well, thats something he didn’t expect but as soon as you came back, he was thinking of telling you how he feels too.

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— sick day | connor x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

scenario: you call in sick and don’t expect an android to be popping up at your door.

pairing: rk800!connor x gn!reader

warnings: none!

a/n : sorry if this is a bit messy, i’m just a bit tired because of some stuff going on but i hope you all enjoy. love you guys <3

You woke up, your nose feeling a bit gross because of how ill you feel from last night. You get up, your body sore from the mattress that you’ve been laying on for years now, not having just enough to buy a new one.

You grabbed your phone, texted Hank that you won’t be coming in today because you aren’t feeling very well and threw it beside yourself, getting up and going to the bathroom to clean your appearance up a bit, you were a bit flushed.

Once you did everything, you patted your face with your towel and placed it in the laundry basket. “God, i hate being ill.” You mumbled to yourself.

Today, you would have went into work but with how sore you were, you just wanted to stay in and relax a bit, which was exactly what you were doing until you heard a small knock on your door.

You scrunch your brows and look past your door, seeing a tall figure standing outside your door. You check your phone and notice that Hank had texted you quite a lot.

You feel really bad.

‘Hey, reply. I’m worried about you.’ ‘That's it, I'm sending Connor your way y/n.’

And it seems he has. 

“Connor! There's a spare key under the plant pot, you can come in!” You barely shout to him, coughing afterwards from how it hurt your throat. Connor could hear you just fine though, bending down and picking up the key, making sure no one noticed him.

You can hear the door unlock and a bag ruffling around. He closes the door and walks up the stairs, seeing you in your bed with the tv on. He smiled at you, “Hank sent me over here to look after you and made me bring these, i am hoping that you will like them.” He hands you the bag and you smile at the tall android, “Thank you, Connor. These are some of my favourite snacks!” You giggle and take out a packet, placing the bag beside you on your bed.

“You can sit down beside me, you know?” You notice Connor standing awkwardly and he nods, sitting down beside you on the bed. “I can sense that you’re a little bit too hot, i can get you a rag and cool you down?”

“That would be tremendous Connor, thank you.”

And of course, Connor stayed all day just to help you feel better and it was working. You were snuggled into his chest, his body providing you warmth.

“Again, Connor, thank you so much for looking after me.. today..” You yawn. He just looked down at you and admires you, taking in everything and making sure to get a memory of this. You smiled and shook your head, noticing what he was doing.

“Oh.. no it’s no problem, you were ill and i’m here to help you.”