Will You Trust Me? // Connor x Reader

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Please Don't Leave Me

Scars. Twisted, scabbed, and rough-edged scars. Crawling up delicate skin in ragged lines and morbid shapes.

The needle pricks your neck, and the tears prick your eyes once more. Those once glittering eyes of yours now colorless and lifeless as you droop to the ground, your hair falling over your cold, red-colored cheeks.

You saw Him again. Death was forever looming around the corner... waiting, watching over you for the umpteenth time this week. You felt so vulnerable in this state; your limp, cold body couldn't do anything to attempt to reach the starry corona. All you wanted was a taste. A sip. A sip of that bliss that lie before you. You could only wonder what was beyond that galaxy from your position on the ground. Wondering...

--

Your eyes snapped open and your muscles immediately tensed as you woke. You hadn't even realized that your teeth were clenched and that you were holding in a breath until the hand wrapped around your left forearm reached up and tenderly grazed your jawline. You flinched, not expecting such a gesture.

You turned your head over your left shoulder, your watery eyes meeting sparkling sienna ones across the ballroom floor. They danced together softly, slowly swaying to their own rhythm. You immediately turned away due to your faces being too close for your comfort.

"Did you sleep well?" Connor asked, his arm slouching back down and regaining its grip on your forearm.

You simply nodded, being too shy to say anything. He was so close despite not caring for you in that type of way. The thought made you bite the inside of your lip, your eyes cast down at the tangled pairs of arms that lie across your stomach. This... this was so wrong, but you so badly wanted it to feel right. He can't possibly understand what he's feeling or what he's doing. He can't possibly know... not yet, at least.

You felt like you were going absolutely crazy; crazy to the point where if you two continued to stay like this, you would eventually end up kissing him. Your feelings were going haywire. Yes, he was deviant, but he surely didn't understand what he was doing to you. You knew that his breath on the back of your neck, the holding of your forearms around your stomach, and the soft fabric of his shirt rustling up against your back wasn't anything intentional. He was just living as he does-- not a care for personal space nor your thoughts. Everything he was doing wasn't on purpose, yet it drove you insane.

You had to pry his arms off of you in order to sit up for yourself, no longer wanting your bodies to connect. The racing heartbeat, the slight sweat under your armpits and on your back, and the nervous lip-biting and finger twiddling... all signs of love. God, you just couldn't help it. You're not even sure how it happened. It just did. Hank, you, and him in the precinct as partners just drove you to love that android. Even your own head still couldn't wrap itself around why you loved him so dearly-- why you held a special spot in your heart just for him. Utterly unfathomable: the mere thought of you and him.

"(Y/n)?" You heard his jacket rustle against the denim of his jeans, causing you to bite your lip harder than usual. Maybe the pain would distract you?

You felt a hand on your shoulder. You bit harder.

You felt that hand slide down to the middle of your upper arm, past your elbow, across your forearm, and place itself on top of your own hand. You bit your lip so hard that it started to bleed.

You ripped his hand away from you and stood up promptly, turning so that you now faced the confused android. Even just the look of slight disappointment in his eyes made your heart ache. I'm sorry, Connor.