For the dbh imagines you’re doing: can you please do one where the reader is a human, rookie cop and is working a case with Hank and Connor? Like maybe the three need to sneak into somewhere for info and the reader has to cause a distraction while they get it? Maybe they flirt with the guard and Connor has to deal with jealously for the first time? It doesn’t have to be that, I just want Jealous!Connor 😭❤️ (Also, am I the only one that nicknames him CoCo? 😂)Thank you so much! Love your writing

tabegohan:

This is so funny to me? I have never heard anyone call him Coco I’m dead lmao. Human reader distracts a stubborn guard so that Hank and Connor can find some evidence. 

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“You really want a piece of plastic ruining the crime scene, sweetheart?” 

You could feel yourself rolling your eyes mentally, and it takes all of your will power to stop yourself from doing it physically as well. You force a smile at the man and glance at Hank wondering how he’d respond, but he looks like he’s ready to just up and leave──he’s still a bit hungover sadly. 

Connor merely blinks at the insult, “My mission is to examine the crime scene not──”

“I didn’t ask, so shut it.” The android shuts his mouth promptly before looking at you in confusion, head tilting to one side. He’d become accustomed to the hostility of humans, especially those in law enforcement, but that didn’t mean he understood why it had to be that way.

“You know what, this is above my pay-grade──let’s get outta here.” Hank is already walking away, hands shoved into his pocket as he grumbles angrily about how much time they’ve wasted. Connor furrows his brows as he follows after him like a lost puppy, “But lieutenant──the deviant!” “Shut it Connor!”

A frown makes its way to your face as you watch them. Why should you three leave if you were just doing your jobs──android present or not. But you then realize the guard is too preoccupied checking out your ass so he’s completely unaware of the other two getting further away. And then you get a bright idea. 

“We’re just doing our jobs, let us in alright?” The guard opens his mouth to make a snide remark before pausing as he feels your fingers barely brush the side of his arm. His gaze returns to your face as you look up at him with sparkling doe eyes. 

And then Hank finally notices that you weren’t following them. “(Y/N), what are you──?” he freezes in place immediately, putting one arm out to stop Connor. The android stares at him in bewilderment before he also catches sight of the unexpected scene. The guard and you are standing unnecessarily close (he would know considering the number of times you’ve mentioned personal space) and his brows furrow when he sees the man lean in closer as you whisper something to him. 

Connor finds his feet moving on their own, wanting to pull you away from the man, but Hank yanks on his arm and pulls him away. “The hell are you doin’? Crime scene’s this way!” he grumbles irritably as he ushers the android into the building.

“But (y/n)──?”

“She’s just buying time, just do your detective shit already!”

As he’s pulled away, the android continues to look in your direction, a strange and almost possessive feeling both mind and body. He wants nothing more than to snatch you away and keep you as far from that man as possible. If anything, he should be in his place…and the android cannot comprehend why?

Eventually, he can no longer see the two of you and he almost grudgingly follows the Lieutenant, eyes flitting to the floor then back up. He had a job to do──enough nonsense.

“Lieutenant, shouldn’t (y/n) be with us?” He asks quicker than his brain can process.

Hank raises a brow at the question and shrugs, “She’ll be fine. Just find what we need so we can get the hell outta here.”

“But what if the guard decides to harm her?”

“She’s a police officer, she knows how to handle herself.”

“But if she lets her guard down, he could──”

“Relax Connor, she’ll be fine.”

“But what if──”

“Just find the damn evidence!”

“Sorry Lieutenant.” 

And they’re out within 10 minutes. The android is all too eager to exit the premise, finding himself awfully worried about your safety──that’s what he tells himself. Hank is all but impressed, considering it was the quickest he’d ever seen the bot move. He had his suspicions. 

You and the guard are still outside, now leaning against the wall making needless chatter. You’re so bored out of your mind that you almost considered walking away, but whatever had to be done. You could feel the man’s hot breath just above your ear and you did your best not to physically cringe. 

Your prayers are answered abruptly as Connor suddenly comes marching up to you and taking your hand into his without explanation. He looks the guard in the eye and says a quick, “Good day,” before tugging you away with him over towards Hank. The man just stands there flabbergasted as you’re whisked away and the three of you are already in the car and driving away. 

In the backseat, Connor stares at the back of your head blankly, still processing the irritable feeling in his chest. Hank proceeds to share what he’s learned with you and you listen as if nothing’s happened. Was he the only one bothered by what he saw earlier? As the two of you talk, the android uncharacteristically cuts in.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” He sounds legitimately worried. You turn in your seat to get a look at him, “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?”

He pauses, eyes flitting across your face and you notice his LED is blinking yellow. You glance at Hank, whose pretending he doesn’t hear this conversation as he drives. “Did something happen inside?” you ask suspiciously, eyeballing the Lieutenant who still pretends he hasn’t a clue what’s going on. 

Connor doesn’t speak for a moment, trying to find the proper words to express his…distaste for using such tactics──that she had to use such tactics. His mouth gapes open like a fish as he’s unable to find said words and he can only blink as he stares at you in his own confusion. 

“You okay Connor?”

He looks down for a moment, lost in thought yet again, before looking you in the eye with furrowed brows. “No…I think I was…jealous?”

Hank snorts loudly beside you as he does a terrible job of hiding his amused snickers, and you can only stare back at him blankly as the information processes.