Do you take requests? Can we have reader telling/fending Gavin off away from Connor? (And maybe taking the coffee that Connor made for Gavin but the other ignored?)

omi-writings:

Alone

Connor x Reader

Warnings: Fights, violence
Words: 1,734
A/N: My longest Connor fic yet! Hope you enjoy! And thank you so much for 1,900 followers!!!!

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All you wanted was a peaceful morning tea. A quiet morning tea. Where you could drink some coffee, eat a muffin and relax in the breakroom. You’d just finished with an investigation and were ready for the break which you felt you so honestly deserved. Of course, fate wasn’t about to let it be that way.

When Gavin and his friend had walked in you’d barely noticed him. Running on no sleep after staying up all night reading his idiot comments in the case report had left you in a bad mood, and you wanted nothing more than to keep your distance from the slimy excuse for a person. He’d opted for one side of the breakroom, and he’d opted for the other. That was fine by your book. The less time you had to spend staring at his stupid face was time well spent.

It looked like Gavin was set on wasting everyone’s time this morning.

You hadn’t really paid attention to the android when it walked in, too busy trying to substitute what warmth your drink was giving you in turn of the bed you wished you were curled up in. You’d heard about him. He was Connor, he was working with Hank, he wasn’t your problem.

Gavin seemed hellbent on changing that.

“Get me a coffee.” Was the first thing you registered, turning just in time to see his fingers prod against Connor’s chest. You could’ve sworn you’d seen him flinch, a twitch of the lips, but when you blink his face is expressionless again. You really were too tired for this.

“Gavin!” You shout from your table, drawing the attention of all 3 people in the room. You didn’t want to start a conflict, but you were not about to let Gavin ruin anything else today. Pursuing your lips, fueled by the anger from his shitty report, you spoke in a voice soaked with irritation.

“You’re like 38 years old. Do you not know how to make one yourself?” Gavin most certainly was not that old, and you most certainly knew that. And while that normally would have been enough incitement for him to change targets, he seemed intent on bullying one android today.

“Stay out of this,” He spits as he speaks and it’s disgusting, you can feel your stomach feeling as he pokes another finger to Connors’ chest, with more force this time.

“You- get me a fucking coffee,” Gavin says with all the charisma of a dead, bloated fish. You’re stepping up from your chair, ready to snap at him when Connor brushes down his shirt, holding the detective in a cold, dismissive stare.

“I’m sorry, I only take orders from Lieutenant Anderson.” He says in a voice that’s nearly smug. You can’t help but smile, you didn’t know androids could be programmed like this. And evidently, neither did Gavin as his lips curled into a snarl, a bitter laugh leaving his lips.

“Oh? Is that right?” You’re ready for Gavin to make some dumb quip, but not ready for what happens next. His fingers curl into a fist, and before you can shout a warning to Connor, he’d fired off his first and only punch, bringing the android to his knees.

The sound is more sickening to you than when a human is punched. A thud of a fist on plastic, and a whirr of motors that put your hairs on end. Especially in tandem with the way he was clutching his stomach. Maybe it was the fact that you knew he could not fight back that made you so ill.

He couldn’t fight back.

But you could.

“Asshole!” The scream that left you was raw, made of unbridled anger as you launched yourself forward, your feet moving a threaten pace across the hard floor of the kitchen. There’s a flash of fear in Gavin’s eyes as you grab the collar of his shirt.

“I told you to-” Your hands plant themselves on his chest, shoving him backwards violently, into a pillar. His friend, still in their seat seemed unsure of whether to flee. Your venom filled voice seemed to solidify that decision.

“Fuck do you want me to do? Sit here and pretend you aren’t trying to pick a fight for the sake of it? Why are you so angry? Did your mom lock up your Xbox when you got home? Did you lose some good boy points?” As you spat poisonous words, Gavin struggled to his feet, an anger of his own flashing in his eyes.

“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing-” He growled, clenching his fists again, but again, you give him no chance to speak as you shove him against the pillar, keeping him there with one hand on his collarbone.

“And I don’t know how you’ve got through life this far without getting stabbed in the neck but I am willing to break that record right now if you don’t back. The fuck. Off.” With each word, your grip tightened, your tone a dangerous whisper on the wind. But he could hear you, you could tell by

“You wouldn’t.” He managed to say, not sounding even slightly confident in his words. Your jaw clenched.

“I’d do it in a heartbeat, Gavin. It would be the highlight of my entire fucking life.” He stays quiet. From fear or from the fact that you were crushing his windpipe. You took it as answer enough, letting him go as you made quick progress back to your table to fetch your papers.

“Take this while you’re at it.” You say, turning with a vicious smile to see him rubbing his throat. Walking back with long strides, you shove it into his chest, raising your voice.

“This report is as barren and meaningless as your sex-life. I didn’t understand a single point you were trying to make. Learn how to do your job, and stop picking on others cos you’re insecure about the size of your dick.”

“You-!” There’s a resurgence of rage that you quickly push away as you physically push him towards the bullpen and his friend, and as far away from you as possible. He seems to hesitate for a moment. Like he was actually contemplating trying to start something before his sense comes back to him.

The moment he’s gone it’s like someone’s lifted a foot off your chest. The stress from before seems gone you don’t need to worry about work. You don’t need to worry about Gavin. It’s just you, the break room and your breakfast.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and rescinded your last statement. You, the break room, your breakfast and an android.

You turn around, finding yourself face to face with a crisp white dress shirt, black tie and ironed jacket. You have to tilt your head up to meet his eyes. Fucking hell, he was tall.

“Uh…” You’re not quite sure what to say. What do you say to a person who just witnessed you threatening a coworker? Nothing was the answer, as your eyes looked at his face, trying to suss out just one emotion. But all you find are perfect brows, clear skin and a pair of eyes far too warm to be human. You’re stunned into silence before he opens his mouth to speak.

“Hello. I’m Connor.” You’re sure from the times you’d overheard him introduce himself that he always took longer, but that thought melts away when you see the soft smile on his face.

“H-Hi, I’m Detective Y/N.” You stutter, feeling your heart clench as he extends a hand to take yours, shaking it gently. All you can concentrate on is how warm it feels.

“Sorry about Reed, a-and my behaviour.” You cringe internally. Of course, this is the first impression you gave the hot android. Of course. He takes away his hand you feel dissatisfied with the sudden cold.

“I antagonized him, you simply reacted,” He said, placing his hands behind his back before he paused.

“Not… many humans I know would go such lengths for a machine. So I am curious…"He trails off, and you can feel an acute heat rising in your cheeks, and your sweat on your palms.

“Ah, gotta take any chance to beat up Gavin. Y’know?” You say with a weak half-laugh. That was half true, you supposed. You didn’t want to have to explain the disgust in your stomach at Gavin’s violence, but with the way his eyes nearly made Connor look disappointed, you jumped at the chance to make this stranger happy.

“Also I- You don’t deserve to be treated like that. Especially not here. It was… distressing to me.” You explained, avoiding his gaze, missing the flickering yellow LED on the side of his head, and the subsequent look he gave. No, you only heard Connor clear his throat.

“I… understand.” He said with a tilted head, and you got the feeling he didn’t understand at all. Standing in heavy silence you felt the heat spread uncomfortably from your cheeks to your body, your eyes flickering to your abandoned breakfast, before going back to Connor’s handsome face.

“I should go talk with Lieutenant Anderson.” He says out of the blue, taking a step to the open archway. You notice him falter a moment, turning his head where you finally caught the flickering LED on the side of his head.

“It was… It was nice meeting you.” He said with the hint of a smile, before ducking his way through the arch, walking towards the bullpen. Leaving you exactly how you’d wanted to be 20 minutes earlier. Alone.

The exhaustion you’d been feeling before began to sink back into your bones. Thoughts of how exactly you’d be punished by Captain Fowler flooded your mind as you went to sit back down with your food, though not a single emotion you felt was tinged with regret.

Giddiness. Something you hadn’t felt since you were in high school, with a crush on a cute boy in your English class. It didn’t make up for energy lost, no, but it did make your muffin a little more sweet, and your coffee just a little bit warmer. And the image of Connor’s pretty face in your mind just a tad clearer. A smile played its way onto your lips.

No, you didn’t regret any of what just happened. And you were a 100% sure you never would.