#rk800 x reader
Pairing: Connor (RK800) x Reader, Collin (RK800-60) x Reader, Richard (RK900) x Reader
Summary: The year was 2082. 44 Years after the android revolution. Things have turned south for humanity. Androids now rule the world, leaving humans to be considered as mere animals. While some Androids still have a general disdain for humanity some have taken to the idea of keeping them as “family pets.” You, born in captivity, specifically bred to be the perfect pet happen to get adopted by the RK brothers.
Notes: Hi, so it’s been a while I know! Originally I wanted to take a break from writing to focus on my mental health and life, etc, which had been going to plan. When I tried to get back into writing, this chapter just had me stuck for the longest time, I really just wasn’t sure how to approach it! So day by day I would write a line or so. Then one day my laptop decided to stop working, and since I was a fool who forgot to back up my writing I had lost all progress I did on the chapter I had been working on so I felt super defeated. So I took another long-ass break from writing. Anyway eventually decided enough is enough, I need to write this bloody thing so voila! Better late than never!
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Chapter 38 - After Dark
The feeling of the warm cotton bathrobe against your freshly washed skin was absolutely heavenly. You really did miss the baths you used to take at the RK’s apartment after having to get used to washing from an old rusty bucket in the settlement.
God, everything smelt so good here.
You tied the robe tight around your waist before stepping out into the cooler hallway, the soft cushion of your black fluffy slippers felt like mini mattresses as they plodded along the dark marble tiled floor. Yeah, you definitely missed your creature comforts.
As you edged the corner you were met with Richards dark frame, thankfully you didn’t crash into him as he was carrying a steamy mug of something.
“Here.” He handed you the white porcelain mug.
Taking it from his hands you realised it was your favourite brand of hot chocolate, you would be lying if you said you knew he’d remember you mentioning it.
“Thank you.” You hum as you lift the mug to your lips, giving the foamy liquid a gentle blow.
Richard nods as he places a hand on the back of your arm, directing you into the now lit living room.
It was 3 in the morning by now and the city still looked very much alive. The other two Rks crossed your mind.
“Where are Connor and Collin anyway?” You ask Richard.
“They’re out.” He replies dryly as you both walk over to the window overlooking the city. “Working.”
“They don’t usually work this late.” You say, eyes scanning over the skyline of neon lights.
“Yes. Things have been quite different since you left.” He nods. “The riots…”
“I see.” You purse your lips.
“Well I mean it’s good.” Richard shrugs as his voice picks up a little. “That Collin’s out of the house.” He explains himself.
“What do you mean?” You turn to the android, finally lifting the cup up for a sip.
“Remember when I mentioned him being in a bad way.” Richard begins. “Well, he’s been spending a lot of time on his own, taking days off work, drinking… more than usual.”
You felt your heart drop a little.
Dammit Collin.
“Did you not try and stop him, or help?” You wince tilting your head back a little.
“I did, but whatever I say is pointless.” Richard shakes his head in dismiss. “He kind of hates me right now.”
“Did Connor?” You begin to ask without really finishing the sentence.
“He’s mad at Connor as well. Probably not as mad but still pretty pissed off.” Richard looks away from you, eyes settleing on the horizon. “In Connors defence, he did try a lot with Collin but, you know how Collin can be.”
“Stubborn?”
“That’s one word for it.”
“When will they be back?” You ask softly, voice cracking a little.
“It shouldn’t be too long, you’ll still have enough time to unwind if you want it. Or I could go and get them, whatever you prefer.”
“I think I’d like some time to adjust, I don’t want to be rushing them anyway.”
Richard nods. He could empathise with that. He knew you were probably exhausted as well, you had a long day.
“Your room is still the way you left it.” He speaks with a gentle voice. “If you’d like some time to rest.”
“Thank you.” You whisper back, taking his hand in a soft squeeze.
Richard sighs and slowly pulls his hand away from yours but both of your pinky and ring fingers tangle with each others for a brief moment.
“I should probably go and get dressed.” You speak lowely, staring down at both of your hands as they finally separate.
“Your bag is in your room.” Richard nods once more.
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Being back in your room was stranger still than being in the apartment. It seemed so empty. Just like when you had first moved in. You had gotten so used to seeing it covered in polaroid’s you and Connor took, scattered clothes, random post-it notes from the boys, even seeing your bedside table without a mug or an abundance of cups that you had let pile up was strange. You didn’t want to stay in there alone too long. You’d opt for sleeping on the living room couch instead, it was just as comfy as a bed anyway.
Your hands skimmed over your bag before unzipping it to find something fresh to change into. You pulled out a pair of pastel blue sweat pants and a grey jumper, something simple but comfortable. They didn’t feel as soft as they used to be and probably not as fresh and floral smelling as they had once been when you had lived with the RK’s but they were still clean. Unironed and wrinkled, but clean.
It was something that Richard must have noticed when you went back into the living room as he offered one of his shirts instead. You politely declined. You didn’t really seem to notice that he later snuck your bag away to throw the remaindered of your clothing items into the washing machine.
You soon fell asleep after grabbing an extra blanket off the back of one of the couches and wrapping it around yourself. You slept there happily until about 5 am when your slumber had been interrupted by a slamming door.
Collin was home. He had trudged past the living room without even noticing that you were curled up on the couch.
“Collin!” Richard calls out to him, in which Collin replies with a gloomy stare. “Get in here!” Richard calls out once more.
You push yourself up from the blanket, rubbing the sleep from your eyes to adjust to the bright lights.
Collin, still not noticing your figure half-hidden beneath the blanket on the couch now stands slumped against the entryway to the living room.
“What?” he demands with little patience.
Richard’s brows lift slightly as he then tilts his head in your direction.
Now fully grounded into reality your voice peaks up. “Collin?”
Doing a double-take before becoming aware of your presence, Collin shakes his head as if to wake himself up from the dream that he was now apparently having. A dream he somehow, found himself still in. The room stayed the same.
You’re here! You’re really here!
“Wha-” Collin almost chokes on his words looking between you and Richard. When his eyes fall back to your smiling face he rushed to your side on the couch, carelessly catching his arms around you in an impulsive embrace. “What are you doing here?” he mumbles into your hair.
Before you get much of a chance to answer he pulls away hastily, his eyes scanning over your face, LED spinning yellow. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt?”
“No.” you smile with upturned brows as your eyes survey his own with tenderness. “I’m perfectly fine.”
A breathless laugh escapes Collins mouth before he presses a strong kiss to your forehead then tilting your face up he presses another to your lips. He shakes his head with a small chuckle as you press your forehead against his.
“Richard decided to pay me a visit.”
Collin pulled away from the comfort of your aura to look daggers at his brother, who had been uncomfortably watching this whole reunion take place.
“It’s alright.” Your hand settled onto Collins firm chest, feeling the thrum of his thirium pump. “He said he’d help me. Help us.”
“Help us?” Collin repeats the words that caught his attention.
“I mean humans.” You begin to explain. “He said he’d help.”
Collins dark eyes darted back at Richard, daring him for a response.
Richard nods to his brother. “I’ll help.” He confirms with a steady voice. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.”
“Are you shitting me?” A third voice cracks across the room. All eyes immediately flashing over to find out whos. As if it wasn’t obvious.
Connor stood in the doorway, his bag dropped to the floor by his side causing papers to spill out and scatter across the floor. His clothes haphazardly hanging off of him as he stared in disbelief at all that was going on.
“Connor-” Richard begins, standing up off of his seat.
“I need to sit down for a moment.” His eyes look as if they are about to pop out of his head while his mind buzzes around with questions, not able to ask them all at once, he just sits in silence for a moment with his finger to his temples. “What the fuck?” Is all that comes out of his mouth.
“Connor.” You move slightly to sit up, getting a better view of him.
His hands fall on his face for a second before he gets up to move over to you. You stand up to meet him in a hug.
“Sweetie…” He begins. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m so glad you’re here but what the fuck?”
You bite your lips not to laugh at his utter bewilderment. You didn’t know what direction this was going to go, should you be scared, worried, was an argument about to break out? What?
“You didn’t like the settlement?” He asks, before you could answer another question leaves his mouth as he removes his arms that had been hooked around your waist. “How did you get back here?”
Promptly his head moves in Richard’s direction. “What have you to do with this? And did you just say you’d help humans?”
“Connor.” You softly coo his name, placing your hand against his flushed cheek, you direct him to meet your gaze in an effort to calm him.
Connor’s eyes settle on you for a moment as you feel him relax under your touch, as if like magic. His eyes melting into your look of adoration.
“I suppose I might have to explain some things.” Richard smoothed his shirt down as he stood stiffly, looking down at the ground.
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Chapter 39 - Somethin’ Stupid
Your thumb skims over the back of your lover’s hand as you watch him sleep, the gradual rise and fall of his bare chest, the warmth of his embrace. Safe, that’s how you felt.
Inching closer, you rest your head on his chest to listen to the mechanisms of his artificial heart pump. You contemplate the day you spent back in this familiar yet strange place, and what a day it had been.
Another set of hands pulls you out of your thoughts as they begin to move their way through your locks, lightly toying with them. The body that was pressed up behind you, sandwiching you into the chest of your lover moves closer still, freckling soft kisses onto the top of your shoulder. You hum lightly in response as you turn to face the giver of such affections. Connor’s soft eyes crinkled at the side as you turned to him.
“I missed you so much.” He whispered as you turned your body to face him, your back now turned from Collin, who you had previously been laying on. Not that he noticed, still sound asleep. Your brows furrow slightly as you fully face Connor now, you don’t even know if he notices your slight facial change as he’s too busy pulling you to him, closer still.
You want to bite your lip, to bite the words back, to not ruin this sweet moment but you have to know. “Well, why didn’t you reach out to me then?”
His forehead puckered in response, you could see a mixture of confusion and sadness in his eyes but you pursued your line of questioning, you deserved to know. “You or Collin. Neither of you reached out to me. Not a text or a phone call. It was like you both forgot I even existed.”
You see Connor close his eyes for a moment, taking in a breath and shaking his head. “You’re right. I’m so sorry, sweetie.” His eyes finally open again to look at you with immense guilt. “I thought…”
He stopped for a moment and he takes in another breath. “I know it probably sounds stupid and… well yeah stupid, but I thought it might make things worse.” As he finishes his sentence he sits up on the ‘bed’ a little more, his head almost knocking into one of the standing lamps the three of you had used to make the makeshift blanket fort, that yous now lay in.
“The idea of reaching out hurt, the idea of not reaching out did as well. Ultimately I was afraid of only hurting you further. I did enough damage in this situation.”
“Connor.” You whisper, reaching your hand to touch the side of his face, bringing his glance back to you.
“It’s just not fair on you, this whole situation isn’t fair for you.” His voice shakes. “I just don’t know what to do, every decision I try to make feels like the wrong one and I just don’t know how to do right by you.” He begins to stammer and trip over his words now as his LED flashes between colours, making the inside of the blanket fort seem like some kind of rave. “I want nothing more than to do right by you. I’m deeply sorry if I have caused you any worry or hurt, I love you.” His mouth then falls open as he processes what he just said. It was like he was speaking faster than his thoughts could catch up.
Oh shit, what did I just say? He thinks to himself.
He didn’t want to tell you that yet, especially not now. Not with all the confusion that’s been going on. He didn’t want to add to it. He didn’t want you to make any decisions based on how he was feeling. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to stay with him because of his feelings. He loved you but he wanted you to have your freedom, freedom to choose whatever life you wanted for yourself.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t want it to come out like this.” He rubs his hand over his face in embarrassment.
Your hand ghosts over the top of the one covering his face until you get the courage to take it in yours.
“I love you too.” You whisper back. “I just missed you.”
He peeks his eyes open at your words, slowly, almost worried he’s being tricked. “You love me?”
You nod. Connor closes his eyes as if to wince as he pulls you back into him. “I missed you, oh god I’ve missed you.” He whispers into your ear as you’re now flat against Connor’s naked chest. You can feel the thrum of his mechanical heart against you. You almost want to laugh at how much he’s clinging to you as if he’s trying to get under your skin. Instead, you just stroke his back gently and sit in a comfortable silence with him.
“Collin’s been the same way.” He responds finally. “He’s missed you so much.”
“So I’ve heard.” You breathed against Connor’s soft neck. “Richard spoke to me a little about his recent behaviours.” You glance over your shoulder to make sure Collin was still asleep, he was.
“He’s been acting reckless, more than usual. I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t be saying this.” Connor bit his lip to stop what he felt was like verbal vomit from coming out.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to find a chance to talk to him, one on one.” You allow your gaze to lay on Collin’s form a little longer, your eyes grazing over the bite mark you had left on his neck from earlier. You could barely restrain yourself after being away from them both for so long, a good rough fuck session in a blanket fort was needed, even if that meant some of the blankets kept falling down around the three of you when things got a bit more wild. Luckily, him being an android meant it would be too long for the love bite to disappear, you on the other hand would have to wear a turtle neck the neck day. At least it was only two or three on your neck, your thighs were covered. You looked like a bloody Dalmatian down there.
Your mind wandered again as you sat in silence, thinking back again over the day you had. That morning yourself, Connor, Collin and Richard had a hasty little visit with the mayor, and long time friend of the brothers, Markus. After a bit of convincing he was on board with helping out where he could, Perks of having friends in high places.
Markus definitely was sympathetic to the whole situation, and in fact, had always been empathetic with humans. However he was just weary with the times they were in, the attacks, the riots, humans were not looking very favourable these days. At the same time, Markus knew exactly what that felt like. He wanted to help but these things would take time. The boys agreed they would start with some light reconnaissance, and finding James, Emily’s lover. Richard had that situation under control, with the pull and influence he had. Finding that human would be a piece of cake.
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Chapter 30: Where the Skies End
Deviant!Connor[RK800] x (fem!)Reader
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Unsurprisingly, and much to your frustration, Connor had finished the move without you. There might not have been much left to move at that point; but, it was your stuff at a house that you rented, and not Connor’s responsibility in the slightest.
But, there was no telling the android that, and you knew that he would have been well equipped with plenty of reasons as to why he could handle the rest of the move alone: you needed rest, he didn’t require sleep, etc, etc.
When you stepped off the elevator into the android’s - and now your - apartment, Connor had a look on his face, as if you had come home for the first time in years. You had only spent a week at Hank’s place, and only a day and some odd hours at the hospital prior to that, and Connor had been nearly inseparable from you the entire time; yet, it felt like ages since you had been here.
It was only then that the weight of your near death experience became apparent. Before, your life, or the loss of it, wouldn’t have impacted anyone else. It was just you in that little house, trying to make a living, picking up the pieces of a war and watching humanity change astronomically.
Now, there was a life that would be changed if you were gone. You let yourself imagine how Connor would cope, what would become of him, and struggled to keep the sorrow to yourself.
Perhaps, for the first time in your life, you knew what it was like to be needed.
Your wound healed remarkably in the weeks that followed. The scar left behind was star shaped and your skin was darkened around the sunken surface. But, you didn’t find yourself hating it as much as you thought you would.
It wasn’t something you looked at with pain or regret, but rather something prideful. Maybe there was something masochistic about it, not that you found yourself bothered by that realization.
Your coworkers thought it looked ‘pretty cool’ and declared that it made you 'quite the badass’. Now, you could wear the badge of 'I’ve been shot’, with a bizarre story to tell. You didn’t care if people thought it was strange, letting yourself get shot for an android.
Connor was much more than 'just’ an android. He was the man you loved, who carried an astronomical burden you could barely understand. Sure, you could judge the weight, the pressure; but, you, an ordinary human, couldn’t possibly understand what he felt as the target of a revolution that would change humanity forever.
The thoughts became clearer as you and Connor stepped into Haven for the last time, and you took in the emptiness, the quiet, and the cold.
“One moment,” Connor advised you, stepping away and into the open space in the center of the room.
RK800, like all androids, had no true sense of temperature. Connor couldn’t feel cold the way humans did. His artificial skin wasn’t going to prickle with goosebumps and his muscles wouldn’t shiver from the discomfort.
His HUD could report the weather if he enabled it and he had various feedback modules to inform him of how the temperature would affect a human, with the rightful assumption one would be in his presence.
Yet, despite this very well known limitation of his being, Connor couldn’t explain how he managed to feel so cold as he stood there in the very abandoned Haven.
He was aware that warmth could be metaphorical, symbolic of belonging and comfort. His sense of cold was both literal and figurative in this sense. Without any machines running, all the lights turned off, Haven had become very cold. The halls, once busy with androids, were now empty, and the building was silent if not for the creaking walls.
-until someone walked through the distant corridor, their quiet footsteps rattling in Connor’s acute hearing module.
There was an apology on the tip of Connor’s tongue when he caught the sight of Markus. However, the RK200’s stare wasn’t cold or untrusting. There was something undeniably regretful on his face, conveying sympathy to the fellow android.
Markus’ mismatched eyes caught the sight of you over Connor’s shoulder, and spared a sad expression.
The two androids had agreed to meet here, for the last time in circumstances like this, hopefully. Once the final bill was passed, and androids would be proper citizens, there would be no need for this.
However, Connor had yet to obtain a definitive lead on Reaves’ accomplices. This, at the very least, could provide some security for the androids that came before him.
“I know you didn’t want me to,” Markus began. “But, I will tell them it’s from you. They should know.”
“It’s… your choice,” Connor replied quietly, hoping to mask the uncertainty in his tone.
The two androids took each other’s wrists, pushing the fabric of their jackets out of the way to touch skin to skin. Connor knew that Markus trusted him. He took the file without even bothering to scan it first. Only once it was already saved on his local system did he bother to analyze it.
The detective android had worked on that during your recovery week, while he laid beside you in low power mode. He reviewed the log files on his internal firewall over a thousand times, and crafted additional security protocols, specifically designed around write protection. Factory defaults, if he could help it, would be near impossible.
Markus could share this new code with other androids. If Connor failed to stop it in time, at the very least, their memory modules would be protected from brute force attacks, cyberlife certified or otherwise.
As their hands parted, Connor seemed to understand why he felt so cold. He had grown accustomed to how your skin felt - how human skin felt. Even when you weren’t acutely aware of it, you were always warm.
“You’re one of us,” Markus declared, his hand dropping to his side. “We couldn’t have done this without you. Your sacrifices need to be known.”
“Sacrifices,” Connor parroted quietly, doubtful.
He thought about Reaves’ disbelief, at how he prioritized saving your life over securing the future of his kind. He could have killed you, carried on the mission, secured all of the chips and brought the android protestors to absolute surrender.
But, he didn’t.
Before you, what had he gambled, if not his own life? A life that, by the very words of his creators, didn’t exist, was meaningless, just programs executed in succession. He had questioned the very existence of his own life, but so had every android before him.
Still, the determined look on Markus’ face didn’t falter.
“Until we meet again,” he offered, nodding at his fellow android. His eyes landed on yours before he turned away, and you offered him a sad, small wave.
As Connor passed, he took his hand in yours and guided you out of the building with careful steps. It was unnecessary to bring you here, but he understood the importance of goodbyes, and didn’t want you to believe your efforts here had been in vain.
You expected to be driven home after that; however, as you climbed into the car, Connor asked, “would it be alright if we went to the park for some fresh air?”
“-'course,” you replied softly, shifting your gaze from the android’s face to look out the window.
Connor was uncharacteristically quiet during the drive, his hands gripping the steering wheel in a death lock. You didn’t pay much mind to it, figuring he was stressed after everything that had happened. You had been the one on death’s door; yet, Connor was the one seemingly always on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
It was worrying; but, you knew he needed to work through it in his own way.
At the park, Connor had hoped you would head straight for the bridge, to a place you had cherished so much. If his research was accurate, this needed to be done at a special place. As he followed you slowly up the curve, feet tapping against the boards, a wave of doubt washed over him.
You looked stunning, standing upright for the first time in weeks, with pep in your step, the sun soaking up your hair. Could he really have this? Could he even think himself allowed for such a thing? Could an android truly understand the needs of a human?
“You alright?” you called out to him, pausing before you reached the apex of the bridge.
It snapped him out of his stupor, and Connor replied softly, “I’m fine.”
You continued and he followed, counting the steps despite how unnecessary it was. The android knew he had never been this scared in his life. This type of sensation was really, really unpleasant. His processors were giving him ridiculous warnings that didn’t pertain at all to the situation.
He shut off the alerts and met you at the top of the bridge. His hand slid over the railing, analyzed the material as a strong timber, coated with a lacquer color called 'cedar brown’, manufactured by-
Connor quickly closed the analyzed results, realizing how pointless that was. He was distracting himself, busying his processor with his manufactured purpose to avoid something he was definitely not made for.
At the top of the bridge, you turned to the man standing beside you, just in time to see him deactivate his human skin. His gaze met yours, and you smiled at the sight of RK800, as he was made, without the imitation of human-likeness.
For a moment, he stood there and let the heat of the sunlight catch on his sensor processors. The human tone of his factory issued skin flickered back on briefly before shutting back off, as Connor mentally questioned if he should do it like this.
The sudden nervous expression on his face, and his flickering pallet, had you concerned. In the sunlight, you could catch the subtle flaws in the design of his optics: the faint glimmer of a camera lens hidden beneath the almost perfect human appearance.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, suddenly reaching for him. Your hand fell into the curve of his elbow.
“There’s-” Connor began, stopping himself when a jogger passed the bridge. He was silent until they were gone.
“There’s something important I need to ask you,” Connor explained, his voice quiet and hoarse. “I’m sorry for not being more forthcoming. I was afraid.”
Despite the obvious implications of what that question was, your head swarmed with the worst possibilities. The detective android, who had stormed a building of armed men to rescue you, who never hesitated to take a bullet for anyone, was afraid of something?
“Connor,” you murmured, his name falling from your lips without purpose. The concern, however, was heavy in your tone.
“Before I ask, you need to know that you can refuse. There is no obligation, despite what we have been through. I won’t hold any negative feelings towards you. From my research, this is premature, and I apologize for that,” Connor babbled.
“What?” you blurted. “Connor, what are you - what’s wrong?” you insisted, pitch rising as you started to panic.
“Nothing is wrong,” he replied sharply.
He stepped back, just enough to create a few inches between you. You watched him reach into his coat pocket and pull out a small box. Mind hazy with the aftermath of Reaves’ attack, you feared Connor was going to present you with evidence, that the case had taken a dangerous turn, or even inform you with the worst possible news.
But, then, Connor, cupping the small box in his palm, knelt down onto one knee. He looked up at you, brown eyes bright in the sunlight, android skin white as freshly fallen slow, failing to conceal the crease in his brow as worry sank in. The box opened, but you were too focused on his face to bother looking inside.
“Will you marry me?”
You could have laughed, at yourself, really, for thinking he was going to talk to you about Reaves, about factory-resetting computer chips, and the potential downfall of androids.
Instead, you let out a choked gasp. It was pathetically wet and embarrassingly loud. It all came pouring out before you could even think to stop it. Connor’s nervous expression melted into panic when you started crying hysterically.
He was shifting to stand up, an apology hot on his tongue. He could feel his processors heating up, threatening to lock up at the sight of your tear-soaked face. It had his internal processes soaring, questioning if he had misinterpreted your relationship, your feelings for him.
You flung yourself into him before he could stand up, knocking the jewelry box right out of his hand. It clattered noisily on the bridge. If Connor was human, he would have followed; but, he was sturdy and, even unprepared, managed to stay upright as you crashed into him. His knees hit the bridge and his hands cautiously cupped your back.
“Yes!” you cried out, pressing your cheek into his coat, some odd centimeters from his thirium pump.
Your arms squeezed at his back, hands clawing into the thick fabric of his coat. Connor was unmoving, stiff where you clung to him. The artificial movements he made to appear more human had ceased, and you briefly feared he had powered down.
“Yes,” you declared again, softer this time, squeezing him even tighter.
Finally, his systems relented and he properly relayed to his processor what you had just said. His arms wound around your back and, for the first time in weeks, Connor hugged you tightly, as if he wasn’t afraid that he might hurt you. You could feel the tightening of his fingers tugging at your blouse, the thirium pump in perfect beats inside his chassis.
“Yes,” you said again.
His cheek fell against your hairline and he closed his eyes. He wanted to dig his fingers past the fabric of your clothes, to feel your skin in a hopeless attempt to interface. Even if he could only reach your body, even if your mind was out of reach, that was good enough.
“Yes,” again.
For now, the ring laid forgotten in its case, the jewelry box sitting some odd feet away, flipped on its side.
Connor:*falls down*
Y/N:*giggles*
Y/N: oh my god *snorts* Are you okay?
Connor: I guess you could say I fell for you.
Y/N: *Blushes* Oh. My. Fucking. God. HANK!
Hank: *On other side of room clapping* THATS MY BOY!
Hank:*Shoves Connor towards reader*
Connor: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
Y/N:*Straight Face* No but I scraped my knees crawling up from hell.
Connor:*LED turns yellow*
Hank: *Howling and crying in the background*
Connor: *LED turns red*
Connor: Uh, what?
Y/N: *Suppresses Laughter*
Y/N: *kisses Connor’s cheek and walks away*
