Requested by salakot: one where it's just really domestic fluff between Connor and a male s/o? thank u :')
Requested by FlightoftheStorm777: If you need a prompt, what about the reader and Connor running into the reader's abusive ex?
I'm doing it again, guys, I'm fusing two prompts together! By the way, the reader's gender is not specified, as usual.
Warning: This chapter contains implied/mention of past domestic abuse.
Collar
Being a detective was a difficult job.
Crime wasn't selective. Murderers didn't just decide to refrain from killing on the weekends, there was always a homicide scene to investigate or an emergency that required backup at short notice. There were very few days where you and Connor could just relax and have a day to yourselves - but you had high hopes for today. Captain Fowler had blessedly allowed you both the day off - on the condition that you would respond immediately in the case of an urgent situation - and you had planned out your day together, hoping to fit as many little fun activities in as possible before you had to inevitably return to work the next day.
For now, you lay very still in bed, having moved hardly an inch from the moment you woke up, because Connor was lying beside you, still miraculously in standby mode, and you couldn't keep your eyes off of his sleeping form. It was very rare that you woke up before him - he was sensitive to noise and movement even in low power mode, and often just the slightest ruffle of the bedsheets was enough to rouse him, but you'd woken slowly, drifting contently from the embrace of sleep onto the cusp of wakefulness, and therefore had made the conscious effort not to move a muscle or make a sound.
It was worth remaining painstakingly motionless for a glimpse of the android's peaceful visage within his grasp of slumber. His chest rose and fell with automatic breaths and his LED thrummed rhythmically with its faint blue light as you gazed at the exceedingly gentle softness of his face while he slept - he was truly beautiful, and you adored every part of him. There was something about his sleeping face that made him seem almost angelic; it may have been to do with the fact that any other time of day, the android's brow was often furrowed as he scoured over the evidence at the scene of a homicide, or his face was pulled naturally into a frown as he filled out paperwork intently.
It was not habitual for him to look so carefree and reposed, and the sight made your stomach flutter with delight.
There were so many parts of his face that you could stare at for hours; his closed eyes, long lashes splayed over his pale cheeks, his cute nose, his smooth ever-pink lips, that little wisp of hair that always sat inconspicuously on his forehead.
You wanted to kiss him, so you did. The movement woke the android from his low-power state before your lips even pressed against his, and his eyes blinked open as you kissed him, only to fall shut once against as you felt him smile against your mouth in response. You gave him a lingering peck before retreating, a loving beam on your face as you regarded him with sleepy eyes.
"Good morning, my love", the android spoke in a pleasantly subdued manner, beating you to the punch, "Did you sleep well?"
"I did", you answered, cuddling up to his side to nuzzle your face against his neck. You always slept well when Connor was by your side.
The android's hand found itself tangling gently into your hair to caress your scalp, "Shall we get up now?"
"No", you protested with a mild sigh, your arms curling a little more firmly around him, "Let's cuddle, there's no rush."
Days like this were sparse, but when they did come along, you savoured them, spending just enough time nestled up to your android lover - not so long as to potentially waste your free day in bed, but enough that you were not left unfulfilled affection-wise.
Precisely forty-three minutes later, Connor woke you gently from your light doze against his chest, "If we want to visit the mall and avoid the crowds, we should get out of bed soon", the android spoke softly, "I'll make you breakfast. Eggs and bacon", he added as an incentive and you smiled languidly, letting out a noise of delight at the thought.
"Mmm, sounds good", you murmured, before stretching your body out, your limbs reaching in ridiculous directions as you freed the tension from your muscles, and a pleasant tingle ran up your spine as you did so, before you promptly snuggled up to Connor and fell asleep once again.
The android breathed a quiet sigh, carding his fingers through your hair and allowing you another five minutes of rest before slinking sneakily out of your arms, making sure not to stir you from your light sleep lest you were to demand he get back in bed and cuddle with you for another half hour.
It was the smell of bacon that ultimately coaxed you from your dreams, out of bed and down the stairs where you took your place at the table, ready to devour the delicious breakfast your wonderful boyfriend was making for you. You watched him poke and prod at the bacon and eggs with a spatula to check their cooking progress, admiring the way he looked in his slightly oversized pyjama shirt, tight pyjama shorts, and an apron - you couldn't help but think he looked as fine in that attire as he did in his work outfit. Plus, his butt looked great in those little mid-thigh length shorts.
"I had a dream last night. About us." You spoke, elbow on the table with your head resting in your palm; you were mostly awake now, but your voice still had a scratchy, sleep-addled quality to it - you took a sip of water to lubricate your dry throat.
"Oh, did you now? What did you dream about?" the android enquired, dropping you a playful look over his shoulder.
"I dreamt that we had a house full of puppies. Like, we literally couldn't enter a room without getting swarmed by at least twenty of 'em. Ah man, it was great. You were ecstatic. Hank thought we were nuts for having so many puppies but then he came over and met them all and it was obvious he had enough love for every single one." You snorted slightly at the recollection. "Maybe it was a vision of the future", you suggested with a grin.
The android's lips curled up in the corners, "I would certainly hope so. It sounds like you had a good dream", he remarked with a soft chuckle, "Did they all have names?"
"Of course", you laughed, "Yes, let me think… there was Luna, Bubbles, Daisy, Fluffy, Spot- oh my god!" Connor's eyes widened at your sudden exclamation, as it had been matched with an enthusiastic slam of your hands against the table, "There's this really old Disney movie- One Hundred and One Dalmatians! About a couple who have a ridiculous amount of Dalmatian puppies… we should watch it!"
The android found your eagerness endearing, and placed your breakfast down on your plate with doting smile, "That film sounds fantastic, I'd love to. Later, though, or there'll be a rush at the mall and our trip will take longer than necessary."
"Right", you concurred with a grin, taking in the sight of your delicious meal, "Thank you for making me my favourite. I love you." It warmed your heart that Connor had chosen to make you bacon and eggs as a special treat on your day off - any other morning and he might've spent ten minutes lecturing you on why that kind of meal is unhealthy, but even something as simple as cooking your favourite breakfast food made you fall head over heels for the android all over again.
"I love you too", Connor replied, a pink hue blossoming on his speckled cheeks, and he leaned down to kiss you on the forehead as you forked some bacon into your mouth, "I'm going to get changed", he declared, and swiftly removed his apron before climbing the stairs.
Connor cocked his head to the side, regarding his reflection in the mirror with heavy scrutiny; he trailed his brown gaze over the three-piece suit he was trying on, paying close attention to the small details like the stitching dotting the border of the lapels, the size dimensions of the waist pockets and the three buttons on the cuffs.
It was a good suit. A pleasing colour tone of navy blue over a pristine white shirt and a burgundy tie. The material was durable and pliable, easy to move in, not too stiff, and a quick scan revealed the suit's composition.
5% cashmere, 70% wool.
It was a nice suit, Connor thought as he adjusted the lapels and fiddled with the collar, but he was reluctant to show his appreciation for it, because you had told him you wanted to purchase it as a gift for him… and his quick scan had also revealed that the suit was rather expensive.
Six-hundred dollars. There were plenty of other suits in the shop that looked just as sharp while yielding a lower price-tag; he didn't want you to spend so much money on luxury items that he really didn't need.
His brow furrowed slightly, mouth turning slightly crooked in disfavour, and his focus flitted to where you were sat in the seat behind him, admiring him with a dreamy look on your face; the android gave a somewhat wry smile, trying his best to look genuine as he spoke.
"I'm… not sure about this suit", he told you, and your smile dropped, a look of curious disappointment on your face.
"What? Why? But you look gorgeous! So handsome!" You exclaimed, rising from your seat to scuttle up behind him and peer over his shoulder into the mirror, resting your hands on his upper arms, "Look at you! A picture of perfection, absolutely stunning, the most beautiful person I've ever known-"
Connor could see that his cheeks had turned a radiant pink from your praising words, but still he protested, "I don't like it…"
Your lips pulled into a pout and the android smiled apologetically, "What don't you like about it?"
He turned to face you, his LED flickering yellow for a moment as he tried to formulate a believable lie, and ended up tugging on his collar reflexively, "Oh, ah… the collar's too tight", the android blurted out, moving his hands to fiddle with it as if in discomfort to make his light deception seem more credible.
You rose an eyebrow, tilting your head as your eyes fell to the material around Connor's neck; you gently batted his hands away and adjusted the collar to look more presentable, frowning up at the android with dubiety, and he knew from just the look in your eyes that you didn't believe him.
"It looks fine to me. If anything, the material seems a little loose", you blinked, eyeing Connor more closely, "Why do you really not want me to buy you this suit?"
The android insisted, "I'm not lying." He was. "The collar is too tight, I'm telling the truth." He wasn't. It was no use. He wasn't committed enough to his fib.
You smiled, clearly having caught on to Connor's flimsy falsehood, "Oh, well, in that case, we can head over to the customer help desk and enquire about custom tailoring, cause they do that here-"
"That won't be necessary!" Connor interrupted, grabbing your wrist before you could wander off and spend what would've been even more money.
"Tch, I knew it", your expression held something akin to victory, "You don't want me buying you expensive gifts, is that it?"
Connor breathed a mildly exasperated sigh, shaking his head stubbornly as though he could still try and mislead you, and you crossed your arms, an intuitive look on your face that dared him to lie again.
"You like the suit." You told the android; it wasn't a question.
"Yes", Connor reluctantly affirmed, "I like the suit, but I don't want you to buy it for me. It is completely unnecessary to spend so much money on clothes. There are cheaper suits that look just as elegant-"
Your warm hands cupped his cheeks and he paused halfway through his objection, looking at the fond smile on your face. "You're adorable Connor", you spoke softly, and Connor couldn't help but let his lips curl up to match yours, until you firmly continued, "I'm buying you the suit."
"No-"
"Yes."
Connor shook his head, "No, I don't wa-"
"Yes!"
Your little squabble was split apart when a woman approached - an android staff member with auburn hair and pretty green eyes who was likely the dressing room assistant - and looked between the two of you questioningly, "Is everything alright here?"
Before Connor could inform her that he didn't want the suit, you chimed in cheerfully, knowing that he wouldn't kick up a fuss in front of the assistant, "Everything's great! I'd like to purchase this suit for my boyfriend, please!" Connor opened his mouth and then grudgingly shut it, pinning you with a pointed look that conveyed the very phrase 'We'll talk about this later', to which you just winked.
"Wonderful! I'll give you some time to change and then we'll perform the purchase", the assistant spoke before heading back out of the dressing rooms.
Connor was glad that since you'd had a rather greasy breakfast, you decided to have something a little more healthy for lunch. The two of you entered a small sandwich shop in the middle of the mall and Connor strategically told you off for buying him such a pricey gift while you were unable to retort due to the forkfuls of salad you were stuffing into your mouth.
"You shouldn't spend your money on me." The android was still adamant at the fact, refusing to let up even after he had unenthusiastically helped take the sharp suit back to the car and made sure to store it in the boot in a way that didn't leave it susceptible to creasing.
"Then you shouldn't do something as wonderful as making me bacon and eggs for breakfast in the morning", you retaliated with a sardonic tone of voice that didn't at all match the words coming out of your mouth.
"I- what?" Connor cocked his head, LED flickering yellow, because the roughness with which you had delivered your praise had made it seem more like you should have been insulting him, and it took him a moment to process your well-hidden sarcasm.
You swallowed your food, this time giving the android a more genuine smile look, "I just felt like doing something nice for you, alright?" you reached across the table, laying your hand over his as you spoke, and Connor reflexively turned his palm upwards, interlocking his fingers with yours.
"You don't have to buy me gifts to show your appreciation for me. I can see it every time you smile at me", Connor said earnestly, causing your heart to flutter and your eyes to sting just a little. You loved this android to pieces.
"I know", you murmured softly, squeezing his hand gently, "But… I wanted to, okay? Besides, your butt looked cute in those pants." Your broke the tension with humour before you became too emotional and Connor gave a little huff of amusement.
"Oh, so that's why you were so insistent. I should've known." The android remarked, prompting a soft giggle from your lips, and he allowed you to continue eating your salad uninterrupted, admiring the shy flush of your cheeks. He was going to have to one-up you - to buy you some clothes that were just as fancy and expensive, or maybe even take it a step further and buy you a new car- or perhaps… something small, a piece of jewellery, a ring? He'd surpass your inclination to buy him costly material items and give you a taste of your own too-sweet medicine eventually.
Connor peered into the window of a Cyberlife store as you both passed by it, and you patiently came to a stop, glancing over your shoulder as the android scanned over the notices about upcoming new parts, upgrades and software updates.
Watching his gaze flit so intently over the announcements made you smile - Connor was always interested about improving the capabilities of his biocomponents, making sure they were all up to standard and guaranteeing they would last an acceptable period of time before needing to be replaced. Plus, there were things like sensory enhancements that worked to imitate the human perception of touch more closely each and every day - something that Connor was following intimately, eager to feel in the same way you did.
You stood beside him, looking past the notices and into the shop where you could see a few staff members assisting customers. You were sure several of the assistants were androids, but it was difficult to tell given they had removed their LEDs, they blended in so perfectly as humans, the only thing that gave them away was how perfectly symmetrical their faces were - something that was exceedingly rare in humans.
Connor had chosen not to remove his LED. It was a few months after the revolution when you had begun to notice that androids had taken a stand by removing the little revelatory lights on the sides of their heads, and when you had asked Connor whether he was planning on removing his, he simply shook his head in dissent and didn't elaborate until you enquired as to why.
'It feels like it's a part of me', he'd told you, 'I know it's not the same for all androids, but I feel that getting rid of it… would be turning my back on my identity. I want people to know I'm an android, I take pride in it.'
You remembered feeling a rush of adoration at the android's strong display of self-regard; it made you happy to know that Connor knew his worth. In a way, you were glad he had chosen to keep the LED, because the android wasn't one for sharing troublesome thoughts or worries with those around him, and the colour of the little ring of light was a good indicator of when something was bothering him.
Now, for example, it shone a placid blue, flickering as he took in the information on the window displays - it was calming and left you confident that the android was feeling good. If it cycled yellow, it tended to mean that Connor was confused or having issues processing something, and if it flashed rapidly in the same hue, it could be a signal of surprise.
Whenever it flashed red, you became disconcerted, knowing that a multitude of things could be wrong. System errors, damaged biocomponents, extreme anger or upset - you always found yourself flooding him with questions if you ever caught his light turning bright red, rushing to find out what was wrong so that you could amend it. Luckily, it wasn't often that Connor's LED cycled that colour.
Connor spoke your name gently, jostling you out of your reverie; he blinked in concern, tilting his head and you offered a small smile in return. "Sorry, I was just, uh, daydreaming."
The android nodded his head, "Come on, let's head back to the car and go to the park. If we're lucky, we might see some dogs", he spoke, an undertone of excitement in his words, and you snorted slightly, finding it endearing how something as simple as petting some dogs at the park could delight Connor.
You crossed the car park with Connor by your side, one hand occupied with carrying a small bag of groceries, the other clasped in his grip; it had been a pleasant day so far despite the brief squabble over the expensive suit, and you hoped the rest of the day would go just as smoothly.
Wishful thinking.
The enjoyable day was shattered when a coarse voice shouted your name across the parking lot just as you both reached your car; you tensed up at the accent and familiar tone as you processed who it was before you'd even turned around, and you squeezed Connor's hand, stepping subconsciously closer to the android.
Not now. You couldn't do this now. For fuck's sake. You'd been having such a lovely day.
You turned your head, steeling your expression as your ex-boyfriend came jogging up towards you - it had been a little over three years since you'd last seen the son of a bitch and the sight of him brought back awful memories, a pointed feeling of nausea curdling in your stomach as he approached, a foul smirk on his repulsive face.
Tripp Hopper. Even his name was enough to convey the amount of douchebag contained in his body. He hadn't changed much; his dirty blond hair was coiffed back as always, his jaw and chin were covered with a scratchy stubble, his annoyingly white teeth were revealed in his open-mouthed disingenuous smile and his green eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. It wasn't even sunny out today. What an asshole.
Gavin Reed was practically a wholesome saint in comparison to your ex-boyfriend, just to put it into perspective.
You hated him with your entire being.
"Hey baby, long time no see", said the man who had caused you so much torment, his voice dripping with condescension. Your gaze dropped mechanically, your intuition screaming at you not to look him in the eyes, and you felt Connor bristle beside you - the android had already received a keen sense of the situation and scanned the man before you, no doubt becoming aware of all the salient information about him, 'Name: Tripp Hopper. Born: 12/03/2005. Criminal record: domestic abuse, stalking and harassment.'
You could tell the moment Connor did scan his face, because his LED cycled red for just a second, and his brow furrowed dangerously, not even bothering to hide his intense dislike of the man.
"What're you doing here?" you enquired warily - your heart thumped loudly in your chest and you could hear the blood rushing past your ears, unnerved at the knowledge that Tripp had found you somehow.
Your ex shrugged his shoulders, "Just happened to be passing through, total coincidence that I'd run into you!" He seemed to find the whole situation funny, putting on a front as though he hadn't been sent to prison for domestic violence against you, possibly due to the nature of your company - surely Tripp had seen that you and Connor were holding hands, even he should've been able to deduce what that meant.
When you didn't respond, Tripp took that as an invitation to continue, "You're still as pretty as I remember", he spoke, his voice dropping in pitch in a way that made you want to gag - he was purposely trying to make you feel small, but you wouldn't let him.
"And you're still the revolting, intolerable swine you always were", you snapped back, forcing yourself to look the bastard in the eye as you delivered your retort, your head held high. You noted Connor's subtle glance toward you in your peripheral vision - he was likely trying to gauge if you wanted him to step in.
Tripp's mouth curled with hostility and he puffed out his chest, dragging his tongue nastily over his front teeth, his lips forming a crooked, deceptive smile - something he always used to do shortly before a burst of physical violence, and you automatically took a half-step back out of fear, which Connor blessedly picked up on.
The android stepped in front of you protectively, pinning your ex with a very intense look, "You should walk away", Connor told him in an alarmingly uniform tone, and Tripp finally regarded the android, his eyes flicking to the LED on the side of his head before looking back at you with malevolent amusement.
"An android?" he paused to laugh, his aggressive chortling enough to make you flinch, "You're fucking an android!?" You clenched your fist, wanting to punch the glee right off his face. "Of course, makes sense, as if you could ever form a normal relationship with another human", Tripp snorted, sounding very much like the pig he was, and you were sure the tips of your ears had gone red with anger.
Tripp's laughter subsided suddenly, but his face still held a disgusting smirk as he faced Connor with his full attention, "Tell me, are they still a master at dick-sucking?" Your face turned red with humiliation but the android's face remained stoic. "Oh- oh no, wait", Tripp took a breath, stifling a series of snickers, "you're an android- you probably don't have a dick, do you?"
"Shut the fuck up, Tripp!" You snapped - it was one thing trying to mortify you, but you wouldn't let him bother your lover, "Just- just go to hell!"
"Nah, don't think I will, darling", the brash man asserted, using his old pet name for you that sent ghastly shivers down your spine, causing you to cringe with disgust. Tripp stepped forward, disregarding Connor and attempting to circle round him, but the android quickly blocked his path, his usually kind eyes warped with loathing.
"Walk away." Connor demanded flatly. You could tell the android was seething when his tone became so emotionless.
Tripp eyed your lover with a detestable gaze, his mouth pulling up into a sneer as he squared his shoulders in an attempt to intimidate the android - that wasn't going to work - and your ex tilting his head sardonically, looking Connor up and down before spitting, "Fuckin' android." He promptly raised a clenched fist, rearing up to strike Connor in the face - or he would have, had Connor not caught his punch effortlessly in one hand just inches before it hit its target.
Your ex's widened a tad, and that was the only reaction he managed before Connor kicked him in the shin, knocking him off balance, and grabbed him, swinging him round to pin him against the bonnet of the car, face pressed into the metal as the android tightly gripped Tripp's wrists, clutching them high behind his back. Tripp let out pained grunts as he tried to struggle out of the hold - to no avail.
"Who the fuck do you think you are!?" the disgruntled man hissed as he tried to kick at Connor's legs, but the android was cleverly positioned in such a way that made it very difficult for Tripp to achieve that.
Connor reached into his jacket with his free hand, pulling out his DPD badge to show it to the man, "Detective Connor, I'm with the Detroit Police Department. I'm going to give you a choice, Tripp", he spoke the son of a bitch's name with such derision that if it weren't for your state of serious upset, you might have snorted, "I can arrest you here and now for attempted assault of an officer, or-"
Tripp cut him off as his eyes found you, "Your plastic toy is fuckin' insane-"
Connor wrenched Tripp's head away from you with a hand in those dirty blond locks, "No, you don't speak to them, you don't even look at them, you understand?" The android affirmed, "As I was saying, I can arrest you, or you can leave now. You don't go near them, got it? You don't stalk, harass, or attempt to contact them. If you see them out in public, you better run the other way, or you'll have me to deal with." It wasn't an empty threat.
Tripp growled, his dignity clearly having taken a big hit, "Alright, fine, now get the fuck off of me, you stupid piece of shit!"
Connor released the man, not letting his guard down for even a second, fully expecting the bastard to swing round and attempt to punch him again, but to your surprise, Tripp simply scowled, his breath leaving him roughly with each exhale.
"Fuckin' cunt." He hissed, before turning his back and storming off; Connor kept his gaze on the man, making sure he didn't change his mind and decide to come back, but you hurried to the car immediately, situating yourself in the passenger seat before slamming the door and pressing your face into your hands.
Moments later, the car door to your right opened and Connor slipped into the driver's seat; the android was quiet for a moment before he placed a soothing hand on your shoulder - and although you knew the hand was benevolent, it still made you flinch upon contact - and he gently asked, "Are you alright?"
You nodded your head, not entirely trusting your voice.
"Do you want to go home?" Connor asked, figuring your trip to the dog park would have to wait.
You nodded again, and Connor started the car, pulling out to drive you both back to your house; you were silent the whole way home, as was the android, but you were stuck in a rush of painful memories and adverse thoughts. The reemergence of your abusive ex boyfriend ignited a spark of anxiety inside you that you had spent years ridding yourself of, and with it came fears and doubts that you had long-since buried and tried to forget.
It instilled a malevolent uncertainty in your mind, causing you to ponder dreadful possibilities - Connor was too good to be true, and you had thought the same about Tripp until about six months into your relationship when he first raised a hand at you - what if it was an eventuality, a contingency that Connor might turn out just the same?
A shaky breath shuddered through you as an influx of guilt attacked your mind at the mere fact you had dared to think such a thing. Connor was the exact opposite of Tripp. He would never hurt you, never slap you, shove you or raise his voice at you - he was patient and caring, compassionate and understanding. You were safe with him.
The sound of your car door opening startled you, and you looked up, surprised to find that you were already home - how long had you been mulling over your uneasy thoughts? - and Connor was there beside you, his concerned eyes scanning you as his LED flickered a consistent yellow.
He opened his mouth to speak but did not have the time to, because you unlatched your seat belt and threw your arms around him in one swift movement, pressing your face into his shoulder as you whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry", repeatedly until he gently pushed you back to observe your face. You were apologising for the fleeting, nauseating thoughts that Connor could ever turn out like Tripp, but the android didn't know that, and he brushed his thumb tenderly against your cheek, wiping away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks at some point.
"I don't know what he did to you, and you don't have to tell me if you don't want to… but whatever it was, you didn't deserve to be treated like that. I'm sorry he hurt you", Connor proclaimed softly.
Connor would never hurt you, and you were entirely sure of that fact.
He guided you into the house at your own pace, nodding his head when you told him you needed a shower - simply being in the presence of that slimy human being had made you feel grimy - and allowed you the privacy you needed, informing you that he would be downstairs in the living room when you were done.
You cleansed your body twice over and immediately changed into your pyjamas afterwards, debating whether or not to just climb into bed for the rest of the day after that ordeal when Connor entered the room, offering you a small smile that helped to mollify you all on its own.
"I've, ah, set something up for you…in the living room", Connor spoke tentatively, pointing a finger down the hallway and towards the stairs. You tilted your head, curiosity rising over the settling anxiousness in your stomach, and you allowed the android to lead you downstairs and into the lounge where you encountered something unusual, but beautiful.
Connor had built a pillow and blanket fort in front of the television with the help of the couch and a few of the dining chairs; a couple of cans of soda and a bag of popcorn sat idly beside it, drawing you in - as if the fort hadn't already been enough to bring you excitement - and Connor smiled at your positive reaction. He knew just how to make you feel safe and protected.
"I purchased and downloaded that movie you mentioned earlier - One Hundred and One Dalmatians, if you still want to watch it?"
You absolutely did.
Guess what everyone? REQUESTS ARE OPEN AGAIN. For THIS chapter only, probably, depending on how many requests I am flooded with lmao. Here's some rules!
I am happy to write explicit content, angst and all that, but I am not comfortable writing:
- Rape
- Self harm in the form of cutting.
I may add to that list in the future, but anyway, here's some things to remember.
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- If you're requesting anything explicit, please specify if you want the reader to be AFAB (Assigned female at birth/has a vagina) or AMAB (Assigned male at birth/has a penis) so that I can figure out what equipment I'm working with without pushing any gender on the reader character. ;)
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- Now accepting minor AU things so like... Connor doesn't HAVE to be the android sent by Cyberlife x'D And the reader doesn't have to be human, etc. Go crazy, my lovelies. If you want a soul mate AU, I'll write that shit.
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