Detroit: Become Human - Connor RK800 One Shots

#09 Valentine's Day Special

[DISCLAIMER]: I don't own the fanart, all I did was edit it (ex. added the filter, put the random halo and hearts on it. Don't judge me I did it late one night, obviously I didn't have my sanity with me).

Also sorry this is a couple days late, evil school was to blame. And the end, no spoilers but don't mind that it got weird I needed to end it somehow, haha.

Soooo, if you haven't figured it out already, (yup of course I'm gonna spoil the fun of guessing) the stories connected to each other are:

1) My Xmas special

2) Take Your Wife To Work Day Pt. 1 (and of course part two will be when it's done)

3) And this one!

So, with that, if you haven't read those two, you're going to be heavily confused with this little snippet. I kinda like the fact the reader has obvious flaws in these so I want to continue her story with Connor, I think I'm mostly going to use this version of 'you' in holiday specials, just to mix things up a bit. Enjoy!

"And that's all those are good for. Now, go get me a better pair or I'll make you tell Hank what we did on Valentine's day that one year." Confusion flashed on his face.

"What'd we do on Valentine's day?" He left a pause in there, you were waiting for it to click. "Oh." He realised. "That..." A sly smile replaced the confusion and you laughed. How could either of you forget? It was like it was only yesterday...

***LOADING MEMORY DATA...***

"Damn it, Connor!" So where was that brick wall that you wanted to smash your phone on? Wasn't this the fiftieth time he'd called you this afternoon? You couldn't keep track, your brain was still adapting to new memories being processed. So maybe you had lied about having surgery exactly two months from Christmas eve 2039. The doctors and surgeons had called you in sooner than you had predicted, giving you your treatment late January. It thrilled you, less and less you were using that journal Connor gave you and you were remembering more and more every day.

One thing you also remembered vividly was that you told Connor you refused to do anything for Valentine's day. Again he made the excuse of his 'first deviant experience' of this holiday. He spent the last one figuring out the concept, apparently. At least that's what you thought he said. The 'first experience' was a guilt trip, you knew it. Your phone buzzed, notifying you of another one of Connor's calls. As soon as you saw his icon flash up on the screen you declined the call. Valentine's day was one of those tacky, overrated, pointless holidays which you despised. Not as much as Connor's former distaste of Christmas, but pretty damn close.

You hardly knew why he insisted on convincing you, the battle was already won, by you, not him. How dare he try and convert you to liking such a stupid holiday. The flowers, chocolate, cringe worthy gifts and movies that should have never been nominated for an Oscar. All of it was dumb, like something you'd do in high school to impress your crush. Okay, sure, you gave Connor a ridiculous gift for Christmas the year before, but it was a mockery. If Connor did something similar now, it was bound to be literal and that's what you feared would happen. At least Christmas had more of a point to it than Valentine's ever did. Another call, you yelled at the ringing phone again.

"Connor! I love you but fuck off!" It got aggressive now, could he please give up trying? You carelessly dropped your phone onto your couch and walked away. It buzzed nonstop and you returned to it, feeling a fire start in your heart. "Fine, fine." You consoled yourself and finally answered the phone.

"Sorry, I don't want to take a survey." You deadpanned. "What do you want, Connor?" You heard an 'awww,' sound from the other end of the line.