They're mine
Connor (dbh) x gn!reader
Fluff - flirting - protective Connor
CW - harassment // swearing
Summary - while waiting for Hank and a few others at a bar, a man approaches you and starts flirting - this makes you uncomfortable and Connor could tell as soon as he walked in. The android makes it his job to be your boyfriend for the night.
Writing this had me smiling and kicking my feet. I love him so much. Did anyone spot my silly little reference? 👀 requests are still open!!
Word count - 946
The lighting of the establishment was low, it was your first time in this bar that Hank had recommended and so far it just seemed the same as evey other bar.
You were sat in a booth, waiting for Hank and a few others from the police station to show up. You hadn't worked with them for a short while but you still liked to catch up with them.
The wooden table was sticky and the seats were uncomfortable. There was some sort of music playing that could barely be heard over the conversations that flooded the room.
A man slid into the booth opposite you. This dragged your eyes away from your phone to the stranger across the table.
"Hey beautiful," he slurred his words slightly.
The man's hair was greasy, falling down just past his stumbled chin. He grinned at you, a smile too wide to be normal proudly showed off his yellowed teeth and he leant towards you.
His arms reached across the desk, hands searching to find yours as he stared at you. You recoiled away from him, pressing back into the fabric of the booth behind you.
"Leave me alone," you said to the man, shifting due to your discomfort.
"Not until I get your number or take you home doll," he continued grinning.
"That's not going to happen,"
"Then I'm not going anywhere." He looked out up and down as best he could.
It felt as though he was undressing you with his eyes and suddenly it felt wrong to be in your own skin. You looked around, hoping to find a different booth to hide yourself away in and it turned out the bar had filled up during this conversation, yet your friends still weren't here.
You cursed them as the stranger began speaking, flirting with you in his drunken state.
"You know doll, I could show ya a real good time," he ended his almost speech.
"I'm meeting someone, please leave me alone,"
"I don't see him. I'm not going until I get your number or you in my bed bitch." He moved to sit differently, adjusting his posture.
You felt a wave of fear rush through you. This feeling was furthered when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped and looked up, searching for who the hand belonged to.
Connors chocolate brown eyes met yours and you felt calm in an instant. He was smiling down at you, his features soft and beautiful.
He sat down next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders to pull you close to him. You were just friends. Just friends. That's all he saw you as. You cursed yourself for enjoying his touch as much as you were.
"There you are sweetheart, sorry I was late. I was looking everywhere for you."
You smiled at him. "You found me,"
He pressed a kiss against your temple in response. "So who's this?" He tilted his head towards the stranger
"I dont know," you muttered.
Connors body language didn't change. Of course he knew that you didn't know the drunk stranger, he had probably heard the last thing the man said to you.
"I'm the one who's gonna make your little partner my bitch." He grinned at Connor.
Connor pulled his arm away from you and leant across the table. He grabbed the man by the collar and stared deep into his soul. For a moment he whispered, too quiet for you to hear. You could only hear his final words to the man.
"They're mine." He almost growled.
As Connor sat back and put his arm back around you, the man left. You swore that you caught an expression that could only be described as pure fear. You wondered what Connor has whispered to him.
A blush flushed your face pink as you looked at Connor, his head was turned away from you as he greeted Hank and the others who had just arrived.
He removed his arm from around you, saving the both of you from being teased by the others as they crowded around the table.
"Jesus [name] was this the only table?" Hank groaned slightly as he reached for his beer.
"I don't see you finding us a better one," you stuttered, tripping over your words.
You were distracted by the presence of Connors hand, placed gently on the top of your thigh. He simply rested his hand on you, being able to touch you made him feel secure as he knew you were safe and okay.
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The night ended at your doorway, after Connor had walked you home for the night. You stood, leaning against the wooden frame as you smiled at him.
"Thank you for that back there,"
"It's no problem, I had to get rid of him," he smiled.
"What did you tell him? Other than that I'm yours?"
His face flushed a light blue as he looked at you. His eyes were wide and his mouth sat slightly open. Connor moved his lips to say something a couple times but gave up.
"I- I didn't realise you had heard that, forgive me."
"Don't worry, I liked it," you winked.
It was almost as though he was having a software malfunction. He was blushing hard and staring at you in shock.
"I- uhm- you did?"
"Only because it was you," you smiled, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I should get to bed."
He nodded in response and waved goodnight. You went to bed, going through your normal nightly routine before falling into a deep sleep. Connor however, sat up late into the night thinking about you.
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