#wonder egg priority x male reader

[lailannajacobs]

Want To Be Yours

Pairing: Loki X Reader 

Request: can you pretty please w a cherry on top write a loki one shot where reader and loki like each other but they each think the other likes someone else? it ends in a screaming match between the two of them where loki interrupts the reader by kissing them🤩🥰 i really hope that makes sense LMAO

Warnings: Mostly Fluff! 

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: thank you so much @moodymcu for this wonderful request!! I had a blast writing it! It was a bit of a crazy week so I apologize ahead of time if there are typos! Let me know what you think! <3 

You pushed yourself up, stair after stair, the soles of your shoes squelching with each step. If there had been a perfect day to forget an umbrella, well, this hadn’t been it. The rain hadn’t let up on the fifteen-minute walk from work to the grocery store and had gotten even worse from the grocery store to your apartment. The water kept dripping into your eyes, and your clothes were soaked through less than a third of the way home.

It had been sunny when you had left. That was your only excuse.

The weight of the plastic made your fingertips burn, and your legs trembled as they pushed you up the last three steps onto the fifth floor. Maintenance had picked a stellar day to repair the elevator. Although, according to the two laughing guys downstairs, if you had just come in five minutes later, they would have been done.

Your panting only began to slow when both your feet came to a rest on your bright little welcome mat, the mud from your shoes pooling into the material like the storm clouds had over this morning’s blue skies.

You glanced over at 5B, wondering if he was home yet. You hoped not. You could only imagine how great you must look right now, rain soaked and out of breath like you had just run a marathon rather than having brought your grocery bags up five flights. In your defense, you had three full bags and there was a milk jug in one hand, and amongst other vegetables, a three-pound sack of potatoes in the other. But even if he was there, you knew it didn’t matter what you looked like. He was never going to look at you like that. Not when you knew he was interested in someone else. How could he not be? You were you, which wasn’t a bad thing, but was quite ordinary when your neighbor was surrounded by so many incredible people at the Stark Compound. And technically he wasn’t even from the same planet as you were, but that was a minor detail, right?

Five Years Ago

You were going to be late. Absolutely, they-were-going-to-fire-you, was-it-even-worth-going-in-at-this-point late. Running out the door, you repeatedly slammed on the elevator button, desperately needing it to rush up the five floors as if you were the only tenant it waited for .It didn’t matter that the average age of the tenants in this building was nearly seventy and the odds of anything rushing around here were slim to none. You still had hope that today it wouldn’t take an eternity to reach you. Just as you were about to take the stairs, you realized you had forgotten your work key card on your kitchen table.

You swore.

Jamming the key in the lock, you realized you had forgotten to lock the door in your frantic rush out, so you left the keys in the lock and ran in to get your pass. The only sound as you quickly glanced around the room to make sure you didn’t forget anything else was your heart pounding in your ears, loud against the early morning silence. With a satisfied nod, you ran back out of your apartment.

“(y/n),” a shrill, old voice shouted, “you left your keys in the door!”

You tried to hold back your irritation, knowing if you had properly set your alarm the night before then you wouldn’t have felt the need to snap at your ninety-year-old neighbor. She was only confused, trying to help and shouting because she was going deaf. “Thank you, Mrs. Abella, but I had to run in quickly to get my key.”

“But they were in the door sweetie. You know when I started forgetting things like that, they told me they were going to put me in a home.” You were glad your back was turned as you locked the door so that she couldn’t see your face. “You should be eating your vegetables more. You’re much too young for a home.”

“I think they probably meant their work key Mrs. Abella.” A smooth voice replied, one that was distinctly young and male, and one you definitely would have remembered hearing before.

You whirled around to get a look at the man the voice belonged too. The fact that you were late still hadn’t slipped your mind so you glanced over the tall, handsome man, guessing he was probably a relative of hers you would never see again and therefore, not worth any of the little time you didn’t have to spare. With a quick, polite nod, you stepped toward the elevator.

“Although, Mrs. Abella,” He drawled, “it would seem that they have actually forgotten the keys in the door this time.”

You turned to find an amused smirk on his face, one that was so disarmingly handsome it took you a second too long to realize what you had just heard.

“Oh,” you mumbled awkwardly when the words sunk in.

It only made the corners of his mouth quirk even higher.

With a few quick steps, you pulled your keys out of the door as quickly as you could and kept your head down, only glancing up with a tight smile on your lips as you went to press for the elevator. If you were lucky, it would still be on this floor. But at this point, you were so late and frantic with nervous energy, it may have been better to take the stairs.

“Oh sweetie,” despite the rough start to the morning, you couldn’t help but smile at the nickname Mrs. Abella gave everyone under the age fifty, “You can’t rush off just yet. Don’t you want to meet our new neighbour?”

Her words seemed to quiet every jittery nerve inside you, and the world stilled. You slowly spun to face them. The elevator dinged behind you, but you barely noticed.

At first glance you had thought the man was handsome, but you now realized the word didn’t do him justice. His shoulder length ink hair wasn’t conventional to the men you usually found attractive, but it seemed to accentuate his sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes, making him undeniably striking. His dark suit fit well across his chest, the top two buttons of the shirt underneath unbuttoned as if it was still too early for a proper work look. He was leaning back on his heels with his hands casually stuffed into his pockets, radiating a cockiness that, damn it, you knew you shouldn’t be attracted to but couldn’t seem to resist.

“Isn’t he just devilishly handsome?” Mrs. Abella asked, “Makes me wish I was your age again…or at least ten years younger.” she winked in his direction with a sly grin that would have made any sane person want to run for the hills.

You had taken the city bus with Mrs. Abella more than once. It was remarkable how many young men she hit on in the span of ten miles.

“You don’t look a day over forty.” he said with a grin matching hers, making you think that he was more than capable of taking on the daily flirting he risked while living next to the ninety-year-old lady.

He took a step towards you, “And you were the last thing I was expecting when Mrs. Abella told me our neighbor would be ‘only a smidge younger than her’, but I can’t say I’m not pleasantly surprised” He extended his hand, “Loki Laufeyson. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Your heart began to thud against your chest again but this time not because you were late - although you still very much were but couldn’t seem to leave just yet - and you gripped his hand for a strong handshake. You had trouble believing that the infamous prince of mischief had decided he would take up residence in a building inhabited by so many old people and considered for a moment that maybe it wasn’t actually him.

But you knew that it was.

The beautiful bright green eyes couldn’t be described as anything human.

With one of your best smiles you said, “Nice to meet you Loki. I’m (y/n). Maybe I’ll run into you again when I’m not rushing off to work.”

“I’m sure we will.” He replied, the corner of his mouth turning up ever so slightly in a way that suggested he knew more than he was letting on.

And maybe he did. You didn’t know for sure. All you knew for sure was that you were already in deep trouble, especially when he looked at you like that, so you took off and flew down the stairs, afraid that if you didn’t leave now, you’d offer to help him move in instead of going to work.

Your keys. Where the hell were your keys? The thought repeated itself over and over, faster and faster until you could barely think straight, patting yourself down like a frenzied security agent. You dropped your bags to search your backpack, only to remember that you had bought eggs. You prayed the eggs were fine but didn’t check. The keys were your first priority. You were going to be screwed if you lost them. There was nothing you could do about the eggs now anyways.

Your landlord was away until tomorrow morning and he was the only one with a spare key. Throwing things around in your backpack, you swore. They weren’t there. Maybe you dropped them in the stairwell? You crept down the five flights, scouring every inch until you walked out into the lobby, defeated. If they weren’t here that only meant…you looked out the doors and into the pouring rain now slamming down against the windows. If anything, the weather had gotten worse in the time it had taken you to go up and down the stairs. With a groan you dropped your head into your hands. Why, why, why today? All you wanted to do was collapse into your bed and take a three-hour nap.

“(y/n) I’ve only been gone for three days, I can’t imagine you’re this distraught about it.”

You peeked up from your hands at the god of mischief and felt yourself smile, despite the rainy, exhausting afternoon.

You weren’t too sure how it happened, but somehow over the years, the two of you had become friends. Good friends. He knew where everything was in your apartment like it was his and you had made dinner in his kitchen almost as often as you had in yours. Logically, with all the time you spent in each other’s apartments, you should have given him a spare key. The thing was, you had never done it because you were sure by doing so, he would guess that deep down, you wanted to give him a key so that it would mean your apartment would be the one he came home to every night. Now you were starting to regret not having taken that risk.

“Your absence pains me more and more each day you’re away Loki.” You mocked, watching him brush the wet hair from his face as he walked towards you.

You wished you could have done that yourself, but you kept your hands planted firmly at your side.

“If only that were true,” he said with a small smirk you couldn’t quite get a proper read on. “What seems to be the matter then?”

“My keys,” you groaned, “I can’t find them, so they have to be somewhere between here and work. If they’re not, I have no idea what I’m going to do. I need to go out and find them.”

He glanced back at the main entrance. “How did you get into the building?”

“The maintenance guys let me in, so I didn’t notice.” You tried to take in a deep breath, telling yourself that panicking wouldn’t help you in any way.

“All right then,” He walked to the door, “let’s go.”

“You’re coming with me?”

The corner of his lips curved up slightly. “I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.”

You held onto his forearm to stop him. “Thank you, Loki, I mean it.”

Those green eyes were alight, brewing with something as intense as the storm outside, and you found it hard to look away. If you were being honest, you didn’t want to, but that wasn’t how friends behaved. You had gotten good at pretending that the only thing you wanted was to be friends and had recently discovered that to remind yourself of that little fact, all you had to do was just that.

You smiled, “You’re an amazing friend.”

He nodded tersely and turned away, leaving you to follow him outside. The wind immediately whipped his hair around his face, and you felt yourself stumble back, the assault of drops whipping against your skin.

“Can’t you do something about this?” You joked.

He shook his head, his look darkening as he snarled, “I’m not Thor.”

You knew his brother was a touchy subject, but he seemed more uptight than usual. It didn’t seem to matter that you had been friends and neighbors with him for a few years now, there was still some things you couldn’t quite figure out about him.

“I know, but I thought you were a witch though and that maybe you could do something about it anyways.”

He was about to snap at you again, but before he could, he found your teasing smile through the downpour. The corner of his mouth twitched upward. “Let’s finds those keys, shall we?”

“We shall,” you gave him a playful shove despite how drenched you were, “before you melt away like your sister in the west.”

His brows furrowed and you laughed, mentally adding The Wizard of Oz to the list of movies you were making him watch. You had started the list the first time you had referenced Top Gun and he had looked at you in the same way he was now, trying to piece together a puzzle even if he knew he was missing a piece.

It was getting harder and harder to see now, the water pouring from your head and into your eyes, but you did your best to search your half of the sidewalk.

It didn’t seem to matter that you were missing your keys and that the odds of finding them again were probably nonexistent, you were in a much better mood retracing your steps than you had been walking back with your groceries. Being with Loki always seemed to improve your mood drastically and you were honestly glad he was here with you.  

You were halfway to the grocery store when Loki shouted your name, the sound barely reaching you over the rain and wind. Jangling in his hands were your keys and you let out a sigh of relief you hadn’t realized you had been holding in. His face was lit up with a proud grin and you beamed back at him.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You gushed, wrapping your arms around him without realizing what you were doing.

Before you could pull away, his arms tightened around you, shielding you from the rain. The warmth of his body seemed to envelop you in a little bubble of comfort, and you shivered from the heat.

He pulled you back and held you at arm’s length, inspecting you face. You tried your hardest to hide the disappointment in your face.

“You’re cold?” He asked.

You shook your head and tried to push a wet strand of hair from his eyes, but your shaking hand betrayed you.

He stopped your hand, holding it in his warm one. “You’re freezing.”

You shook your head and when he let go, you shivered again. He shrugged out of his jacket, revealing the black fitting tee under it, and wrapped the coat around your shoulders. It was soaked through, like his tee was soon to be, but the weight of it was comforting all the same. His hands were still on your shoulders, your keys balled up in one of his hands, and he looked you over once again, green eyes bright in the grey surroundings.

It was impossible to look away, especially when his eyes found yours and stayed there, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, “Better?”

You could only nod.

“Good.” He whispered so softly you weren’t sure you heard it.

He dipped his head slightly, inching closer without ever taking his eyes off of you. You felt yourself do the same, magnetically drawn in despite everything you had ever been telling yourself since you had met him. He paused. You were so close, both of your breathing fogged up the space between you then your phone rang, startling you from your trance.

You broke away and pulled the phone out of your pocket and saw the picture of you and your coworker Brett with his arm around you at the office Christmas party. Although you assumed he was only calling to give you updates about that handsome cop he had started seeing last week, you were both working on an important case and you couldn’t risk sending his call to voicemail if he had important details about it, no matter how much you wanted to turn all your attention on the mischievous god in front of you.

You lifted the phone and turned away from Loki, “Hello?”

“Bad news.”

“Tell me this is about the cop and nothing else.”

He proceeded to tell you about how your latest witness just turned up dead and that you were basically down to square one in your case. You told him you’d call him back once you got to your apartment and hung up.

When you looked around for Loki, you realized he had already started walking back to your building. Annoyed with him for clearly being annoyed, you followed, stomping through puddles and not caring any more. It was turning out to be a pretty shitty day and you were soaked through anyways. Who cared if you got a little more mud on you? The only date you had was with your shower as soon as you walked into your apartment.

When you caught up with him, he was waiting to let you in.  

“Thanks for waiting.” You said sarcastically.

His eyes were a cool green, void of any warmth or emotion. You never liked when he got like this, usually wanting to talk to him to get him to open up and get him to tell you what was wrong, but now you were too tired for his mood swings. It didn’t matter that he had helped you with your keys, you were too pissed off about work and this overall day to feel any ounce of sympathy.

He tossed your keys in the air without notice, giving you just enough time to catch them. The jagged metal was jarring against your frozen hands.

“I thought I’d give you privacy for your phone call.”

You ignored him and waited for the elevator in silence. Your only hope was that you didn’t run into Mrs. Abella, knowing you didn’t have much social grace left in you at the moment. You’d hate it if you were rude to her.

When it dinged its arrival, you both walked in and stood, staring straight ahead, him with his arms crossed tightly over his chest and you clutching your keys like your life depended on them.

Somewhere between the fourth and fifth floor, the lights in the elevator snapped off, the abrupt stop sending you stumbling towards the doors. The only reason you didn’t hit your head was the steady arm around your waist.

“Thanks.” You grumbled, waiting for the lights to turn back on.

He grunted something unintelligible but didn’t let go. As pissed as you were with him, you didn’t tell him to let go. The fact that you didn’t only served to make you more pissed at yourself, but you didn’t care. It was dark and you were cold and wet. You could allow yourself this little comfort, no matter how much you hated yourself for not being able to get over this stupid crush.

When the lights flickered back on, he let go, but the elevator didn’t move. You gripped the emergency phone and called, only to be told that they didn’t know if it was a problem caused by the guys who were meant to fix the elevators or if it was part of the power outage caused by the storm. If it was the latter, it would be a few minutes until the backup generator turned on and if it wasn’t, well, all they had said was to sit tight.

You groaned. You hadn’t thought the day could get any worse but clearly you were wrong. Any other day you would have been elated at the thought of being stuck in the elevator with Loki but the tension in the air was thick and you didn’t feel like talking.

A few minutes later when the elevator still hadn’t moved you realized that the reason you were stuck here was probably the option that meant sitting tight. Of course it did.

You voiced your concerns to Loki, “I think we’re going to be stuck here for a while.”

He slid a bored glance your way, “Great.”

You shook your head, unable to hold your tongue, “What the hell is wrong Loki? You were fine in the lobby a half hour ago. What changed?”

“Nothing.” His answer was curt and clearly a lie.

You threw your hands in the air, exasperated. “If you’re mad about having gone out with me in the rain, you didn’t have to. I didn’t ask you to.”

“It’s not. And you didn’t have to ask, that’s what friends do, right?” He sneered.

You were about to ask what he meant by that tone, but your phone started ringing again. Brett’s face flashed across the screen, but you quickly sent it to voicemail, not needing any more bad news. You’d get to him later, whenever you finally stepped into your apartment. The sudden memory of your groceries left on your doorstep made you want to sink to the floor.

“Don’t you want to get that?” He practically snarled, the grip on his emotions slipping.  

Okay. That was it. You turned to face him head on and sized him up. Seeing your fury, he stepped forward to meet you, never one to back away from a fight.

“Want to tell me what’s wrong?” You demanded.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Liar.”

He took another step forward so that you were inches apart, “Careful.” He said, his voice low and gruff, filled with warning.

“What? What are you going to do?” Without realizing it, you took another step too. “Because if nothing’s wrong then you’re not actually going to do anything. I have nothing to be careful about.”

He clenched his jaw.

“Yeah,” You scoffed. “That’s what I thought.”

Your phone started ringing again.

He backed off a step and leaned back with an arrogant look on his face, “You should get that. Seems important.”

“You know what Loki, it probably is. But I’m not going to get it because I don’t need him to give me any crappier news about how terribly our case is going. I’ll deal with work after I’ve showered and had dinner.” A strange look crossed his face, but you weren’t done. “And is me prioritizing work over you a problem? Because what I do is important, and I can’t believe you’d be so petty as to want me to put work aside like that.”

“That isn’t-“

You cut him off not caring what he was about to say, “Then what is it Loki? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were acting like a jealous boyfriend. And I know that’s not the case because I’m obviously not in the same league as basically any superhero you spend your time with so I’m racking my brain here trying to figure out why. So what is-“

You were cut off by his lips crushing against yours, stealing the words from you with urgency as if he couldn’t stand to hear them anymore. It didn’t take you long to get over your surprise and you tangled your fingers in his damp hair, keys falling to the floor. You didn’t care. Not when his hands roamed from your cheek to your neck, down your back and around your waist to pull you even closer. He took two steps pushing you back into the wall, his lips never leaving yours. Your hands slid along his broad shoulders and down his hard chest, barely noticing that he was soaking. You felt him shiver when your hands slid along the bare skin where his shirt was riding up near his pants and you looped through your fingers through his belt loops to pull him even closer. He smiled through the kiss and bit your bottom lip. You let out a soft moan in response. His calloused fingers brushed against your collar bone as he pushed aside the jacket you had on, and you were about to tilt your head to the side to give him access to where you hoped he was about to kiss you when the elevator jerked and started moving again. He held back and rested his forehead against yours, as out of breath as you were.

“What was that all about?” You murmured, a little star struck.

“For saying something stupid like you’re not in my league.” He breathed, “And for not telling me sooner that Brian was just a colleague.”

“Well it wasn’t like you asked.” You pointed out, “It’s not my fault you assumed.”

“I won’t make that mistake again,” he practically growled, slamming the emergency stop button and pressing his lips to yours.

[cammys-imagines24]

• U n c o v e r Y o u •

Title: Uncover You.

Connor x Reader.

Warning's: None.

Word Count: 2K+

Synopsis: You had always wondered what Connor looked like without his skin, and one night you finally gain up the courage to ask him about it. (Fluff, Insecure Connor)

••••••°••••••

You had always wondered what he looked like, I mean really looked like. Past the layer of liquid skin which bared such an uncanny likeness to that of a real human that you sometimes even forgot that it was indeed synthetic.

But, synthetic it was. It wasn't real. The outer layer was just a veil to conceal what was truly underneath; a machine.

Inside there were biocomponent's, circuits, Thirium, wires, processors, units, and metal. Inside, laid an Android. And, you had always been curious to see Connor for who he really was, not the appearance he cloaked himself in.

Even though you had been with the Negotiator for a long time now you had never seen him for who he truly was, and you wanted to. To you it felt like he was always evading showing himself, and you understood why.

Connor had always been one of the most advanced Prototypes to ever stem from CyberLife, and he was created to look the way he did. As a handsome, charming man. And, it was in his basic Programming to remain as human like as possible in order to build up trust in others, and formulate a harmonious environment.

He was built to look the part of a welcoming, benevolent, and affable male who could be anything he needed to be at any precise moment. From domineering and aggressive to friendly and trustworthy when the situation demanded it.

Like a chameleon shifting it's colors to suit it's habitat Connor was designed to be adaptable at any given moment. That was his speciality, but after he became a Deviant you were the first person who got to see him. Really see him for who he truly was, and it was a beautiful sight.

Watching a once indifferent, ever processing, never real Android become something more, and form a personality for himself was so nice to look at. Like a baby experiencing everything for the first time; that's how Connor acted for a while until he eventually grew into the being you fell in love with.

Watching him blossom, his opinions flourish, and his own individuality sprout up like flowers in Springtime was something spectacular, and you marveled in every new day that he expanded more, and more of his identity.

An identity he could actually claim for himself, and not just a built in module in his System.

Connor came to be a sympathetic man with a true heart of gold, and unyielding morals. Slightly awkward, socially inept, even humorous when it came to sassing Hank... He was sensitive, blunt, emotional, afraid of death, and undoubtedly loyal.

And, you loved him dearly... But, you still were curious as to what he truly looked like.

Though you had obviously seen what Androids looked like beneath their layer of synthetic skin; everyone nowadays had, you still wanted to see him.

You wanted to see the man you loved without him being shrouded in a facade that was manufactered to mimic humans. Because that's what it was; a facade. At least to you.

Androids were made to be a perfect carbon copy of humans as that was what was deemed most "appealing" to the public.

People thought that the porcelain white plastic bodies were too disturbing in an everyday scenario, and you hated that. That Androids couldn't just be themselves, how they were built, because it was too appalling apparently.

And, more than anything you didn't want Connor to feel like he had to cover up around you. More than anything you wanted him to be himself, and to see him for who he truly was.

So, that night you waited around in your shared apartment for him to come home. Which usually took a while since Detective work ran late, and most times Connor would wind up shuffling on inside once you were already fast asleep.

But, tonight was different. Tonight you were determined to uncover him.

So, as the evenings sky drifted in, the pale moonshine flooding into the windows of your living room, you stayed up seated on the couch.

Your body coccooned in a fleece blanket, a box of Chinese take-out near you; the bamboo chopsticks stuck into the remains of your Lo Mein.

You were flipping through the channels of your TV, the Detroit news sprawled out across the screen, and in the blue effulgence you cracked a smile, seeing some footage of a crime scene that Connor and Hank had been called out to investigate earlier.

The News Anchor was talking about the gruesome crime involving Red Ice, but you didn't concern yourself with her words. Instead you focused on the footage from the scene, the sight of Connor making your heartbeat flip even though it was just a previously aired recording.

You slunked down more into the cushions of your couch, and continued to impatiently wait around for your boyfriends arrival; Detroit's skyline prevalent in your line of sight as you stared longingly outside, silently wishing for him to be home soon.

As the hours of nightfall drew thin, the moon continuing to rise, your exhaustion was beginning to show itself as your head bobbed, and as your eyes began to slink shut on their own.

But, soon enough before your sleepiness could win out, you heard the door clicking open; the security code having been typed in.

There in the shadows of the entry was Connor, his Android jacket casting a blueish glow all around him.

As he himself never tired it was sometimes hard to believe, by human standards anyway, that he had just came from a gruelling 12 hour shift at the Station. He never looked the part of someone who had the unfortuante job of laboriously solving the incessant crimes that went on in the city of Detroit.

He looked the same as always, ever clean and composed. Not a single thread out of place in his uniform, his tie perfectly straight. The only quirk being the little tuft of brunette hair that fell over his forehead. An individual feature that you happened to enjoy.

With ease the Negotiator made his way over to you, his own face now brightly-lit from the TV screen.

"You shouldn't stay awake for me." He spoke, his smooth voice laced with concern. Your well-being his top priority.

"I know, but I wanted to." You answered, repositioning yourself on the couch in order to swipe the last egg roll.

"You shouldn't eat that." You heard Connor lecture as he took a seat beside you, and you could plainly see his LED blinking. He was calculating the amount of calories, cholesterol, and saturated fats that were inside of it. All the facts he had at his constant disposal sometimes like rain on your parade.

"Please, no details," You halted, raising up your hand in protest. "If you could eat you would understand why people take risks in order to eat truly delicious food."

Connor did as you wished, and fell silent. He meant well, but he knew that he didn't have the right to tell you how to live. He merely wanted you to be healthy, and happy.

So, he just took to settling back into the cozy cushions of the couch while you curled up beside him. Your body snuggling against his as you munched on your last egg roll.

After a lull of calm where you just watched TV like usual, and he made a report to CyberLife it then came time to go to bed. (Well, for you to go to bed anyway)

So, while in the bathroom brushing your teeth you thought about your desire yet again. The distant thought nagging at your brain, and had been for the past few hours.

You were gonna do it, you were going to ask him.

Stepping out into the bedroom you saw Connor waiting for you, his coffee hued eyes so sincere, and you worried that what you were about to ask would make him upset.

But, curiosity killed the cat, they say.

"Connor?"

"Yes?"

"Is it alright if I ask you something personal?"

"Sure, if you'd like." He replied, unaware of the bomb you felt you were about to drop.

"Is it alright if I... See you without your skin?"

To be honest your query had surprised the Android. As that part of him was something he wanted to keep hidden from you.

Connor never wanted you to see him as a machine, as a model that could be mass produced. Forever he could be rebooted into another form, and another, and another... There had been so many Connor's before he met you, and that is why ever since you stepped into his life he had grown to actually be afraid of dying.

Never again did he want to die and come back, never again did he want to be rebooted into another Connor model because to him, it was so different now...

He wanted to keep the form that he first met you in, the one you had touched, and kissed... The body he felt belonged to you, and that is why he wanted to seem as human as possible.

If he revealed himself to you as you wanted would you then start seeing him as simply RK800, and no longer your boyfriend?

Would his body then no longer be like a human males, and instead be like a mannequin to you?

You could see the hesitancy blaze across Connor's expression as his brows knit together. He looked so doubtful, and in a way insecure? You hadn't seen that side of him before, but you knew immediately that it was like looking at a sad puppy.

"I know it's alot to ask, and I won't force you to if you're too uncomfortable to do it," You began to reassure. "It's just that you've seen me when i've been at my most vulnerable. Without makeup, severely sick, having a bad day..."

"I don't want you to think of me as a machine." Connor disclosed, looking so unsure, and you merely smiled.

"I could never think of you as a machine, Connor. To me you'll always be the man I fell in love with." You assured, your words honeyed, dripping with sincerity.

With that Connor's expression softened as you strolled over.

You took his black tie in your hands, and carefully loosened it. Letting the strand of silky fabric cascade to the floor before you continued.

You unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, your eyes interlocked with his all the while, and he let you slip off his Android jacket.

Once fully unclothed Connor brought his fingers up to his LED, and gently tapped the blinking yellow indicator, allowing for his liquid skin to be stripped away.

His humanness peeled off slowly, revealing the pristine white underneath, and you watched as even his synthetic brown hair vanished. The one remaining thing his deep mocha hued eyes, the eyes you fell in love with.

You weren't frightened in the least, instead in awe. He looked beautiful, and his eyes retained the same liveliness to them.

He was now bathed in pure white, the color of snow. His form basic, and plastic. Completely bare to you.

His face was outlined by a few sections of gray, and you could see his Serial Number printed above his brow bone.

Gently with the tips of your fingers you traced over the number, his number "313 248 317- 51" and then you kissed the spot where his Model was stamped.

Your lips pressing sweetly against the "RK800"

You could feel his Thirium pump beating rapidly, and it made your mouth tug upwards into a grin. To you, it was his heartbeat, and you could tell that he was nervous.

"You know being vulnerable is one of the most human things you can feel, Connor." You told him, noticing that he was fixated on you. Analyzing the intimacy that was occuring between you two, and how you were being so affectionate with him.

Connor had probably never showed any other human his entire Android form before, and you were grateful to be the first.

"Aren't you scared?" You heard Connor utter, his LED blinking a warning shade of red for a split second, and you knew why.

He was feeling afraid, the fear of you seeing him differently washing over him, invading his Processors.

"Of course not." You spoke up, your hands timidly roaming over his smooth plastic chest, your gaze locking with his once more.

In the pallid gleam of moonlight you continued to touch him, your fingers ghosting over each piece of his Android frame.

"You are alive, Connor, and this form of yours won't ever change that." You consoled, and you saw the outline of his white lips etch into a smile before he let himself touch you back.

His porcelain hand caressing your cheek, his other finding it's way to the small of your back, pulling you closer to him.

"Thank you for letting me see you." You said before you were pulled into a tender, passionate kiss.

His outer human skin reappearing, along with his locks of brown hair which you were quick to run your fingers through again.

To Connor that was what he loved most about you.

Your acceptance...

That even in his Android form, all plastic and bare, you saw him as himself. Nothing more, nothing less.

To you he wasn't the Negotiator, the Android sent by CyberLife, a machine designed to accomplish a mission...

In your eyes nothing could deteriorate him from being anything other than the man you loved... A living being that loved you back, more than you could even know.