Connor x Reader Imagines

Machine! Connor X F reader part 2

Just when the kettle finished boiling, there was a knock on your door, 'odd, I wasn't expecting someone' you thought.

You went towards the door slowly, scared of not knowing what might be at the other side of the door. You looked into the peephole.

It was Connor, 'why is he here?'

You opened the door slowly, heart increasing it's beat, however when you saw the state he was in, your heart stopped. Silence. You couldn't help but tear up.

"Connor, what hap-.. what happened to you?"

Connor stood silently, his LED blinking red to yellow, to red. To say he looked stressed was an understatement. He looked horrible, cuts were everywhere, he looked battered.

You quickly moved aside and urged him to come in. After hesitating, he slowly started to walk - you noticed how he was limping, holding on to the door frame, as if he could shatter at any moment.

As soon as he entered, you closed the door. You turned towards Connor; quickly you went to his side, putting your arm around him and helping him to walk towards the sofa.

Connor didn't say anything for a long while. His LED was constantly blinking - you desperately wanted to know what happened.

Your heart was beating fast, your anxiety started to creep into you, daring you to think what could've happened. 'no, I shouldn't think like this, I must calm down' you thought shakily.

"Connor, what happened?" You asked softly.

No reply.

"Connor, please tell me what happened, I want to help you" you said a bit louder. Connor turned his head towards you. His eyes met yours and you gasped, never had his eyes been so soft - the look he was giving you was tender.

"... It appears you were right, lieutenant Y/N." Connor stated.

'right? Right about what?'

"Connor.. I don't-... I don't know what you mean" you said sadly.

Connor sighed, as if he didn't want to talk about it. His hair was a mess, as if someone was constantly pulling on it, trying to yank it out - his lip was split in half, dry blue blood was apparent.

"Connor," you said standing up, getting ready to leave, "I'm going to get a towel, you stay here ok? Once I come back I need to know what happened." By the time you finished your sentence, you were already in the kitchen.

As you come back, you noticed how stiff Connor looked - not that he wasn't stiff already for being a machine, he just seemed to move more robotically.

You sat down next to Connor and placed a bowl of warm water on your lap. You got the kitchen towel and squeezed the excess of water out. You slowly placed your hand on Connors face - turning him so he would face you.

You placed the warm towel against Connors lip, and started to dab it. You knew he can't feel anything, yet you still treated the wound delicately. Your hand moved swiftly, making sure you clean every cut on his face.

You felt Connors soft eyes on you; it's weird when he looked at you like that, he was always cold - eyes usually blank, void of any emotion, but now there was something.

When you finished cleaning his wounds, you put the bowl down on the floor. You sat up straight, gazing into his eyes, he looked lost. Slowly, you lifted your hand up towards his hair, you were waiting for his permission, and when he didn't react, you carried on lifting it.

However, as soon as you touched it, his hand snapped onto your wrist, you gasped in shock. You looked at Connor, expecting him to scold you for trying to be "intimate" as he would put it - when he didn't say anything. He was shaking. He closed his eyes, gasping, his grip growing tighter on your wrist.