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ace-in-a-shopping-cart · 4 years ago

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Stolen Moments (Love Letters)

Word Count: 5,848 CW: Mentions of violence, cursing, hospital

Gavin opened his messages, desperate to hear some news from Nines. Instead of getting a message from Nines telling him he was fine and ready to return home, he got an automated message from the repair hospital telling him he needed to pick up his personal effects, more information in an email to follow. Gavin switched over to his email and found a large file.

He sat down at his terminal, ignoring that it was his work device and he was on the clock, and opened it to find over two hundred messages from Nines, all addressed to himself. The email itself said that Nines, as his professional partner, was mostly his responsibility and property and that Gavin was responsible for his bills and the choice to repair or replace him. He needed to come to the hospital by end of day and make the decision.

Gavin scoffed. “I guess some things still haven’t changed no matter how progressive people pretend to be.”

He reread the last line until it set in that Nines’ life was in his hands. He jolted out of his chair, the seat rolling back until it hit the side of someone else’s desk, and rushed to Fowler’s office. He threw the door open, not caring that the captain was in the middle of a meeting.

Gavin didn’t bother with preamble, getting straight to his point. “Sir, I need the day off.”

Fowler sighed, moving things around on his terminal for a bit. “You’ve got days off saved up. Go ahead.”

Gavin thanked him, rushing out the door and to the repair hospital. He just about crashed through the doors and made a beeline for the receptionist. “I’m looking for an RK900 unit who goes by the name ‘Nines’. What room is he in?”

She looked up at him, expression bored. “Serial number?”

Gavin frustratedly gave it, having memorized it long ago, and waited impatiently to be told where he was. When told, Gavin didn’t bother thanking the receptionist before he was off to see Nines. It was agonizing having to wait for the elevator, even worse having to stand in it as it went up, his fingers tapping on his leg the entire ride. His eyes scanned the room numbers, getting frantic with the thought of not getting to him in time. When he found the room he’d been told was Nines’, he went directly inside.

Nines was alone in the room. He was lying on a white bed, his chassis exposed from his toes to his neck. His head and neck were the only things that still had his skin on it, looking for all the world as if he were peacefully sleeping despite the LED that kept a steady yellow light. Gavin sighed in relief at him being there, despite the numerous injuries he still sported, and pulled a chair over to sit next to him. He held his hand and grabbed his tablet from his bag.

“Alright, tin can. What’d you send me?” He opened the large folder, looking at the abundance of files that were inside it. Turning his head to Nines, he joked, “Any idea where to start?” Sadly, Nines stayed as silent and still as before, not a word to be spoken.

Gavin kissed the back of his hand, running his thumb over a crack in the plating. He turned his attention back to the tablet and scrolled down through the file names. Each one had a series of numbers as a name, something Gavin quickly figured out was a date. Scrolling through them, they were in chronological order. He only found it fitting to open the first one and go from there, wondering what they could be.

Detective,

The other day, we were talking on a stake out. I mentioned there being more to admire about you than to detest and have just now realized the error of not continuing that thought. I admire your work ethic, the way you have a single-minded drive to complete the case assigned to us. I appreciate how gentle you are with victims and those you like. You may not notice it but care is in every word you speak and every action you make for those you genuinely consider to be loved ones and the few victims we’ve spoken to. I’ve noticed your actions softening toward me, even as your words stay as harsh as they’ve ever been. I might be wrong, but it seems you’ve come to care for me yet wish to continue our ribbing as something more friendly. If this is your way of extending an olive branch, I am more than willing to accept it and will continue to banter with you.

Gavin smiled as he looked back at Nines. “Thank you so much for understanding me, you barely held together stack of rust and bolts.”

A voice laughed but it wasn’t Nines’. Instead, Gavin’s attention was drawn to the doorway where someone in a white lab coat, a small pin on the lapel reading ‘they/them’, stood. “I see you arrived.”

Gavin stood, laying the tablet on the bed but not letting go of Nines’ hand. “Who do I have to tell that this man is a person who deserves every right to live and fight as anyone else?”

They laughed again, coming inside the room to lean against a wall. “That would be me. I’m Ash Windlock, head of Simon Repair Hospital. I apologize if the message made it seem more urgent than it truly is.”

Gavin clenched his jaw, having to force himself to take even breaths. “What’s Nines’ condition?”

“I’m not going to lie. He’s in some pretty bad shape. We can only repair the body, not the coding and neural pathways he developed by being deviant. Right now, our best team is gathering to do a surgery, as repairs have taken to being called, as soon as we can. I’ll update you when that happens.”

Gavin’s hand held Nines’ just a bit tighter. “How well do you expect that to go? What do you mean, you can’t repair his code?”

“The surgery is expected to be a full success. When an android becomes deviant, their code changes in ways the programmers weren’t equipped to handle. It would take too long for them to learn the new coding that is specific to every android just to be able to repair them without fear of damaging the new coding and, thus, the deviant. Even if that were possible, RK900s are extremely rare in this part of the world, not many having been found and awoken. So, it’d take even longer to figure out his specific neural paths. That’s time we don’t have. So, while we can do everything in our power to repair his chassis and wiring, we can’t do anything about his mind palace unless he does something about it himself. He went into low power mode when he was damaged and we don’t know if he’ll come out of it after the surgery.”

Gavin nodded, struggling to process the amount of information that was just pushed onto him. “Okay, yeah, I’ll sign whatever permission waver you need me to when it comes to the surgery as I’m closest to next of kin while Connor is out of town. Just, charge the bill to the DPD, he’s under their employ.” Connor should be back by that afternoon but they didn’t need to know that.

They nodded. “I’ll be back in a moment with the paperwork for next of kin.”

Gavin sat back down, fidgeting with Nines’ fingers as he usually did when nervous. “While we wait,” he spoke to Nines, hoping it was like a coma where he could still hear him, “how about I look at another one of your files?”

This one was a video, a few days after the writing. It didn’t seem like much, just a video of Gavin flipping through some files while he worked. There were captions on it, little things being picked out. Gavin's bouncing leg, how his dominant hand was tapping a tablet pen against his fingertips and knuckles, the half full cup of coffee that Gavin had sitting on his desk, the mess of a desk that he knew like the back of his hand. Other things were noticed too, the way Gavin’s brow was furrowed as he concentrated, the clump of hair that’d fallen over his forehead, his nose wrinkling, the slight redness on his fingers from the repeated tapping of the pen, even the creases of his jacket were picked out as important. The video couldn’t have been more than two minutes of Gavin working but it said a lot about what Nines thought about him at that time.

Gavin looked back up at Nines, lying so still on the bed he would have looked dead to anyone else. “Did you really have a crush on me back then, toaster?” His voice was light and teasing. He wanted Nines to be awake, to tell him to stop with the android jokes, to tell him Gavin had been crushing long since Nines had, to tell him all sorts of things.

A video. Gavin walked down the stairs, Nines staring up at him. Suddenly the scene paused and became monochromatic, as a white outline of Gavin reached the bottom of the stairs, a grey outline of Nines leaned forward to kiss his cheek. The outlines reversed until the white outline matched with Gavin again and the scene unfroze, the world filling with color. Gavin passed Nines and the android turned to follow.

Another one, edited to follow that. Gavin sat at his desk. The world paused and faded again as a grey outline of Nines approached with a coffee cup, kissing the top of Gavin’s head and placing the cup on the desk before leaning into him and running his fingers through his hair. The images reversed and instead Nines simply handed him the cup, Gavin giving a brief, “Thanks.”

Three more scenes similar to those followed in sequence, where the grey outline tried to interact in a romantic way with the white outline before Nines inevitably didn’t act on those thoughts.

Gavin sat and stared at Nines, his grip on Nines hand tightening just the slightest bit. “You should have told me sooner, dumbass.” His voice was soft, softer than he ever spoke to anyone besides Nines.

Windlock came back in with a tablet that Gavin had to fill out. Other repairs Nines had previously had, if he knew who did those, if he knew who originally built him, signing a bunch of things that came with medical power of attorney. When he handed the tablet back, he was told they’d operate in a half hour.

Another video. This one was different, footage of a garden. Gravel crunched under footsteps and animals were heard but not seen, water. Nines stopped by a pond and glanced down, brushing a stray strand of hair back into place. His shirt had a simpler collar than normal and was a lighter shade of black. He leaned back, continuing on the path. Images of Gavin appeared along it, some sitting on benches doing random actions, others walking beside Nines for short periods of time. One of them came up to Nines and started talking about the case at the time, Nines participating in the conversation.

Gavin looked from the tablet to stare at Nines. “Were you dreaming about me?” His voice was quiet, bewildered yet flattered.

The next ten files were similar things, Nines’ dreams about Gavin and videos of Gavin doing mundane tasks that wouldn’t be considered special in any way. At least, none that Gavin could tell. As far as he was concerned, the videos of himself that had been overanalyzed were sweet but he didn’t understand why Nines kept them.

Soon enough, a group of people came in and took Nines away to the operating room. Gavin was allowed to stay in the hospital room but was warned the operation would last several hours. He reluctantly put down the files Nines had addressed to him, files he was quickly realizing were simply labeled with his name and may have been misinterpreted as for him when they were just about him, and pulled out a book instead. He tried to lose himself in a plot line but was too anxious to do so.

Calling Tina got him nowhere, her phone off while she was on patrol. He’d taken the day off to be with Nines so wasn’t technically allowed to work on case files. Besides, nothing felt the same without Nines being there to help him. So, he reluctantly pulled up the files again and selected the next one, a video. There seemed to be a lot of those.

Gavin smiled as Nines approached, coming to stand next to him on his balcony. They were quiet for a moment, both looking out at the city. Nines looked at Gavin, his sensors again cataloguing small things about his appearance. “I need to tell you something.”

Gavin looked at him, eyes trusting. “Shoot.”

Nines’ eyes shut briefly before he looked at Gavin again. “I’ve developed feelings for you.”

Gavin blinked, his posture changing from relaxed to attentive. “Okay, that’s something.” He took a deep breath, letting it out with a laugh. “I guess it’s ironic, you telling me that just as I realize something about myself.”

Nines head tilted to the side. “What would that be, Detective?”

“I’ve, somehow, also developed feelings for you.” He shook his head. “I dunno how I’ve done it, but I’ve come to really care for you.”

Nines took a step forward, towards Gavin. “What does this mean for us?”

Gavin shrugged, looking up at him. “What do you want it to mean?”

Nines leaned down. “I would enthusiastically pursue a romantic relationship with you if you say you would like that.”

Gavin smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek before heading inside. “I wouldn’t say no,” was tossed over his shoulder.

In the top right corner of the screen, Gavin’s name came up highlighted in blue. Under it, highlighted in white, the word ‘companion’ changed to ‘lover’. Nines followed Gavin inside.

Gavin didn’t realize he was crying until a tear dripped onto the screen and he frantically pulled his sleeve over his hand to wipe it away. “Damn android,” he muttered, not truly angry with him.

They were slow dancing. Gavin’s head rested on Nines’ shoulder, one hand placed on his other shoulder while Nines had a hand on his waist, their other hands clasped together. A small pop up in the corner of the video identified the song as Can’t Help Falling in Love by Elvis. They were turning in a slow circle as the notes played. It was a peaceful moment until Princess walked into the room, screaming for food, and the charm was broken with laughter. Nines pulled Gavin into a kiss briefly before Gavin went to feed the cat.

Gavin took a deep breath. He remembered that night, remembered the hard day before it and the cuddles on the couch afterwards. He’d never been able to remember what song they’d been dancing to, it blurring into just another generic love song at the time. He wondered if they’d ever get the opportunity to dance to it again.

Gavin,

Every day, my soul rejoices in being able to see you, to wake up to you being there with me. I want it all. I want the quiet domesticity that comes with waking near you, that comes with you making breakfast while I feed Princess. I love being able to get ready for work with you, even if that means we end up discussing the cases in the shower and while you shave. I love being able to work with you, to have you as both my work and personal partner. I enjoy getting you coffee as you look over the case files, to make sure the desk is still in the organized chaos you left it in, your files and trinkets spilling over onto my pristine desk. I probably enjoy that more than most would think I do. However, I love watching you from afar as I wait for the coffee, watching the way you sit and interact with your environment, how you hold yourself while you read.

There’s a hidden beauty in the way people do things when they don’t think others are watching, the little mannerisms they pick up that are just for themselves and are all their own. I’m so glad you’ve let me into your life enough to feel comfortable showing me those and I hope that I never betray that trust.

I love being able to drive home with you, to relax after a long day and curl up with you. I relish the fact that you will fall asleep in my arms, that you trust me enough to keep you safe while you’re unaware of the world around you. I love being able to have you fall asleep on the couch and trust me to carry you to the bed, the ability to fall asleep beside you.

Gavin, darling, I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life. You’ve been a driving force for me, a guiding light. Whether you realize it or not, you’ve influenced so many of my choices. Thank you, dear, for helping me find life in deviancy, for helping me find love in turmoil.

Gavin wiped a tear from his eye, vision turning blurry. Nines didn’t usually use pet names for him, sticking to ‘Gavin’ and ‘Detective’ to the point that the latter felt like an endearment. It felt nice to see the endearments from him. He really hoped Nines would pull through and be okay. He couldn’t imagine living life without him at this point, he relied on him so much. He shifted in his seat, trying to get a bit more comfortable, before clicking on the next file.

A video. This was a memory that Gavin could fill in the smaller details for.

Nines was on his back on the couch. Gavin was laying on top of him, arms curled around Nines’ sides. His head rested on Nines chest, their legs entangled, while Nines’ hands carded through Gavin’s hair and over his back. They were watching an old rerun of some cop show that not even Nines bothered remembering. Nines’ shifted, kissing the top of Gavin’s head. He hummed, holding a constant note for longer than a human could.

Gavin looked up at him, chin resting on Nines’ chest. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what? Kiss you?” He chuckled. “Because I like to.”

Gavin smiled but pressed his hand to Nines’ side. “No. The humming thing. It sounds like a cross between a cat purring and the whirring of a fan. Are you okay?”

Nines nodded, smiling. “It’s kind of like a cat’s purr too in that I only do it when I’m content and safe. It’s also a way of doing a self-diagnostic of my systems as it tests both vocal modulator and fans.”

Gavin leaned forward to peck Nines on the lips before laying his head back on his chest.

Gavin sniffled, wiping a tear from his cheek. He hoped to get the opportunity to lay with him like that again soon. He believed Nines was going to pull through this, that he was going to get through the surgery fine and that he was going to come back to him. He had to.

“Detective.”

That sounded so much like Nines that his name was halfway out of Gavin’s mouth before he realized it was Connor, not Nines, that was standing in the hallway with his hands behind his back. “Oh. It’s just you. What do you want?” His voice was flat, none of his usual bite left.

Connor smiled, taking a step into the room, closing the door behind him. “Officer Chen overheard some of your conversation with Fowler and logged into your computer to gather information. She sent that information to me and I just now arrived to do anything with it. Scans indicate that you haven’t eaten in the past twelve hours. I suggest we deal with that first. What do you wanna eat?” His LED swirled yellow as he probably pulled up a list of nearby restaurants.

Gavin sighed, feeling the exhaustion of the day kick in. “At this point, you can pick. Give me whatever you think is best. Just! No fish, and no zucchini.”

Connor tilted his head. “That’s not in any medical files you have available. Am I correct in assuming that’s personal preference?”

Gavin nodded. “Can’t stand the texture of either of ‘em.” As he fully tuned into the real world, he pulled his shoulders back and grimaced at the sounds of all the machines and the buzzing of the lights.

“Okay, there’s a Chinese restaurant nearby that has some meals that look good. What do you want from there?”

“Uhh, sweet and sour chicken with noodles.”

Connor nodded. “I’ll go get that for you. In the meantime, how is my brother?”

Gavin filled him in on the details before Connor went to grab the take out for him. While he waited for his food, he opened the next file, another letter. This one was small, as if it were hastily written. From the date and what Gavin remembered, it was from a time where they’d been covering a case with a lot of violence and they’d been split. The letter reflected Nines’ frazzled emotions during that time as it wished Gavin good health and it was a small goodbye if Nines didn’t make it. Gavin was glad he had.

Another round of videos detailing Gavin doing mundane things followed the letter, many of the scenes now domestic as well as professional.

Connor came back and put the bag near Gavin. “Did you need me to stay? Tina only told me to check on you, not stay with you. If you want me to go, I will.”

Gavin thought about it. A year ago, he would have snapped for Connor to leave instantly, not seeing him as anything but a machine with nothing to offer. Now, he knew Connor was alive and actually trying to reach out. Gavin let a reluctant smile drag a corner of his mouth up. “You can stay, if you want. I’m not sure if you’ve got the time for it but you’re more than welcome.”

Connor smiled, gracefully sinking to sit on the floor. “I cleared my schedule to be at your disposal.”

Gavin groaned, letting his head roll back. “Am I that bad?”

Connor shrugged. “Hank was taking the rest of the day off already so it’s only natural for me to as well. Besides, Nines is kind of like my little brother. I want to be here.”

Gavin took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Gavin picked up the tablet again and looked at the next file.

Gavin,

Happy first anniversary. I don’t know if you expected us to last this long but I’m grateful we have. I’m grateful for every second I get to spend with you. I don’t know where I would be right now if I hadn’t met you, if we hadn’t been partnered. I’m so glad I have you as both the best detective partner I could ask for and a most amazing lover. It warms my soul every time you forget I’m not human, especially when it’s tacked on to an android joke. Those instances make me know you care so deeply for me and love every part of me.

You taught me to take life slowly, to savor what I have. That sentiment has been applied to every part of my life. I savor stakeouts, holding you in my arms, feeding Princess, even doing paperwork and being on the hunt. They are all good to me simply because they are part of my life and because you are there.

I don’t know what life would be like without you. I’m so used to you being with me every step of the way.

Gavin looked up as footsteps approached the room, hoping it was Windlock with news on Nines. The feet passed the room, the person casting a shadow across the frosted glass of the door, and kept on their way.

A video. Nines was sitting on the couch, reading, when Gavin’s voice called from the bedroom. Nines’ HUD measured the level of distress in his voice as high and he went to investigate.

Gavin had torn the bedroom apart, a pile of things on the bed. Nines scanned him, noting the disheveled appearance and lack of caffeine along with his elevated stress signals. “What’s wrong, Gavin?”

Gavin turned to him, tears in his eyes. “I can’t find something I need and today’s been bad enough.”

Nines nodded. Gavin’s unmedicated ADHD could be a lot to deal with after a long day. He stepped forward, pulling Gavin into a hug, his hands rubbing soothing circles along his back. “What do you need me to do?”

Gavin sighed, melting into the contact and stability that came with the hug. “Could you scan the room for my tablet pen?”

“Of course.” Nines moved his head and time froze, going down to grey and white. He located the pen easily enough, it’s black shape standing out starkly. He chuckled and released Gavin to pick it up. “It was right beside your tumbler.”

Gavin took it, wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Sorry for making such a fuss over something so small.”

Nines reached out, his hand cradling Gavin’s cheek and thumbing at his tears. “Nothing is too big nor too small for me to help you. I understand your stress and I know the way you get. I’m perfectly content to help you find something right in front of your nose.” To punctuate the statement, he leaned forward to kiss Gavin’s scar.

Gavin wiped a tear from his eye. “Come back to me soon, tin can.”

Connor looked at him. “Did you say something, Detective?”

Gavin shook his head. “No, nothing.”

The door opened and Windlock came in. “Detective Reed, the surgery is complete.”

Gavin sat forward in his chair, resisting the urge to pace. “How did it go? Is he online yet?”

They shook their head. “Unfortunately, his neural network is still non-functioning. However, the surgery was a success. His chassis is intact and functioning again, every bicomponent in its place. His skin isn’t on as he’s not online to do that. Would you like to see him?”

Gavin stood, gathering his things. “Yes, please.”

Connor stood and approached Windlock. “Is there anything more you can tell us about his status? Have you at least figured out why he isn’t online yet?”

They shrugged. “I’m as in the dark as you are, RK800. Any insight you can spare would be helpful.”

“Okay, I’m ready.” Gavin slung his bag over his shoulder. “Lead us to him, please.”

Nines was almost the same way as how he’d left Gavin three hours ago. His skin was retracted below the neck, letting the white plating show, and he was lying so peacefully that for a moment Gavin almost thought he was just sleeping. Gavin walked over to the chair closest to the bed and sat down hard, leaning forward to take Nines’ hand. “I’m here, toaster. I’m right here.”

Connor placed a hand on his shoulder and Gavin was distantly aware of him asking for Windlock to leave them be. Gavin’s entire focus was on Nines even as he knew there were only a few more files in the folder to get through.

He held onto Nines’ hand with one of his own, letting his partner know that he was there and wasn’t going anywhere, and pulled the tablet from the bag by his feet.

The next file was a series of pictures. It seemed Nines was sentimental in that regard. All the way from first meeting up until just a night ago, they were pictures of Gavin doing various things. It started as just Gavin doing work at his desk, moving to crime scenes and the break room. Photos of him doing mundane tasks and midchase. The time stamps moved past their getting together and the pictures became more domestic. Gavin waking in Nines’ arms, sleeping on the couch, Princess coming home for the first time. He’d documented her entire growth process from stray kitten to spoiled adult.

Gavin smiled at Nines. “You really do have a soft spot for that cat, don’t you? Maybe it’s about time we get her a playmate.”

“I’ll leave you two be for a moment. I need to speak with someone.” Connor slipped out of the room.

Gavin opened the next file, shifting to sit beside Nines on the bed now that Connor was gone.

A video. Gavin was cooking breakfast as Nines fed Princess, their usual routine. Nines came up beside Gavin, kissing him on the cheek. “How’s the bacon coming along?”

“Pretty much done.”

“Good.” Nines turned the burner off and took the spatula from Gavin’s hand. Somewhere, music started to play and Gavin chuckled as Nines pulled him into a dance. It was sweet and short before Gavin was released to finish making his breakfast.

Gavin smiled, recognizing that morning from only a few days before the incident. He gripped Nines hand just a bit tighter as he clicked on the last file.

The last video. Nines was standing on a roof. Gavin was down on the ground, watching out for their suspect. “Hello down there.” He muttered to himself, not loud enough to carry.

He stepped away from the edge, pacing the length of the roof. “Is it weird to think that I’m bored? I’m an android with the internet at my fingertips, I should be able to wait for a few minutes.” He sighed. “I guess that’s the trouble with living and working so closely to you, time is meaningless and a minute is too long for you.” He chuckled. “You’re so used to moving so fast that slowing down is a difficult task for you. That’s okay, though. I like it that way.”

The door to the roof burst open and Nines sprang into action, launching himself into a fight with their suspect. They grappled for a moment, both trying to pin the other and get a better grip. In the end, Nines backed them toward the edge.

“I now know,” he was still muttering. “No matter how much time has passed, no matter how much time will pass, you truly are the love of my life. This is why . . . I’m doing this.” He took a final step backward, diving off the roof and taking their suspect with him.

Gavin sat in shock as the video ended, almost waiting for it to finish or replay or do anything but leave him there with that information and the knowledge of why Nines had been damaged almost to the point of no repair.

He looked to Nines, laying so still on the bed. “Why? Why’d you feel the need to do that?!” He released Nines’ hand to stand. “There could have been some other way! You could have called me! You could have used lethal methods!” He hit Nines’ chest with a fist too weak to do any damage to a human. “You don’t need to sacrifice your-damn-self just because you feel like it!” He knew he was shouting but he didn’t care.

A hand touched his arm and Gavin jolted to look at Nines. His eyes were open and his hand was hovering in the air. “I knew you would catch me.” His voice was weak and full of static but Gavin was so happy to hear him he cried, tears spilling down his cheeks.

Laying down, Gavin threw his arms around Nines. They lay there for what felt like an eternity and an instant, simply holding each other and comforting themselves that the other was alive and safe. Nines ran a hand up Gavin’s back, cupped the back of his neck, then began to softly card through his hair. His free arm curled around Gavin and pulled him close, holding him and feeling him and making sure he was real. Gavin pulled one arm down, curling it by his side and grounding himself by grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets, and let the other rest over Nines’ torso and had the hand sit on the white chassis of Nines’ shoulder.

“Did you look through the folder?” Nines’ voice broke the silence, not filled with as much static as before.

Gavin nodded, turning his head to look at the tablet resting innocently on a nearby table. “I watched, read, and looked at every single file in that folder while wondering if it would ever be added to again.”

Nines pressed a kiss to his neck. “I’m sorry, Gavin. I should have warned you or tried a different path.”

Gavin shrugged and turned back to rest his head on Nines’ shoulder. “I’m just glad you’re safe.” He paused for a moment. “The engineers said they could repair your body but your mind was too damaged for them to do anything with.”

Nines’ head rested against Gavin’s, his hand never slowing in Gavin’s hair. “I know. I heard bits and pieces of it, especially toward the end of the surgery and just now in the room. While they were spending all that time fixing my chassis and biocomponents, I was working on my coding.”

Gavin laughed, his jubilance at Nines being okay bubbling up. “An AI that fixes its own code, would you fucking look at that!”

Nines chuckled. “The irony isn’t lost on me, Detective. However, it’s simply the world we are living in where an android is capable of modifying their own code. Still, it was hard and taxing work to rebuild my own functions line by line. I shall be back to myself in no time at all, I assure you.”

A knock at the door caused them to abandon their conversation. Gavin turned onto his back to better see who came in before calling for them to enter. Connor stuck his head in, eyes lighting up at the sight of Nines. “You’re awake! I’ll go get Windlock, you two stay put!” He shut the door and left them with the sound of his fading footsteps.

Nines let his head fall back against Gavin’s and his hand hold Gavin’s, interlacing their fingers. “Who did he go get?”

Gavin did his best to explain as he sat up, cradling Nines against him. Connor came back with Windlock, who gave Nines a clean bill of health and said he was free to be discharged. Gavin ran home and got him some clothes as Connor dealt with the paperwork.

That night, Nines recorded another instance of Gavin falling asleep and marveled at just how lucky he was.

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"#me when star wars fans see vader using others' perceptions of anakin to manipulate them and go 'omg it's actually anakin in this scene!'🙄" <- also embarrassing

My Top Posts in 2022:

Rose: the recipe says to beat three eggs.

Heisenberg: at what? Hand-to-hand combat?

Ethan: must be. Mia banned firearms in the kitchen, remember?

1,061 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

so many people mentioning how Rose is so much like her dad because she’s stubborn, not enough people mentioning how Rose is so much like her dad because she also takes the time to draw silly little sketches in every entry of her journal

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Ethan: welcome to Applebee's! Would you like the apples or the bees?

Chris: the bees?

Rose: HE PICKED THE BEES.

Heisenberg: *angrily shakes jar of bees*

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It's fine to be disappointed about not seeing the Lords, but dear God stop shitting on the DLC because of it. Just because you wanted to see them doesn't mean it was gonna happen. This DLC isn't about the Lords, and it never was. It's about Rose. It's about her journey to accepting her powers, accepting that she's a little weird but it's worth it because she can do cool things and she has the best dad ever. Overcoming her insecurities, learning to care for herself and know she's worth love because Ethan loves her so fucking much. It's about Rose learning more about herself. It's about Rose getting to talk to her dad, just once. Getting to hear him say "I love you". It's about Rose learning more about the events that led to her father sacrificing himself to save her, which she was apparently never told. It's about Rose gaining confidence in herself, in her abilities. It's about Rose finding a passion to fight back, to survive, to not conform. It was never about the Lords.

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My #1 post of 2022

I made a new meme format, whaddya think (part 2/2)

I did two this time for the androids and humans because this is funny to me

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[Image ID: 2 three-by-three sqaure chart meme formats, the top row from left to right is labelled “Did something wrong”, “Did nothing wrong”, “Has no idea what the thing is”. Side row from top to bottom is labelled “Apologises”, “Never apologises”, “Apologises as a manipulation tactic”. Each square of the first chart contains an android character from Detroit: Become Human; top row from left to right is Markus, Simon, and Chloe; middle row from right to left is Kara, Jerry, and North; bottom row from left to right is Connor, Josh, and Amanda. Each square of the first chart contains a human character from Detroit: Become Human; top row from left to right is Chris Miller, Rose Chapman, and Carl Manfred; middle row from right to left is Gavin Reed, Captain Fowler, and Captain Allen; bottom row from left to right is Elijah Kamski, Tina Chen, and Hank Anderson. End ID.]

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gavinisqueer · 2 years ago

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I posted 2,164 times in 2022

549 posts created (25%)

1,615 posts reblogged (75%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sheyshocked

@gavinisqueer

@phcking-detective

@yayen-chan

@marndraws

I tagged 1,656 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#dbh - 1,563 posts

#detroit: become human - 1,556 posts

#dbh gavin - 871 posts

#gavin reed - 868 posts

#detroit become human - 829 posts

#dbh rk900 - 815 posts

#dbh connor - 383 posts

#q - 309 posts

#reed900 - 292 posts

#rk900/gavin - 291 posts

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#robot gets big mad. time traveling weirdo holds his hand to calm him down and he falls in love a little.

My Top Posts in 2022:

Kidnapper: We have your boyfriend.

Gavin: Please, let me talk to him!

Kidnapper: You're on speaker.

Gavin: You better be home for our date night, bitch.

Nines, muffled through a gag: Yes dear.

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The mood tonight

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Someone: Hey, is that fic you mentioned almost done?

Me:

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Connor: Hank is playing hard-to-get.

Connor: Luckily for him, I’m good at playing hard-to-get-rid-of.

364 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Gavin: Everyone who thought Nines and I were dating, raise your hand.

Connor: *raises hand*

Hank: *raises hand*

Tina: *raises hand*

The rest of the DPD: *raises hand*

Gavin:

Gavin: Nines, put your hand down.

377 notes - Posted April 14, 2022

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asset35-maya · 3 years ago

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Looking

People who weren’t like Tina, didn’t often look at people who were like Tina. That was the hazy and mildly drunk conclusion she came to one evening after her patrol shift. It was a universal truth that birds of a feather flocked together… but it wasn’t very clear what happened to birds who didn’t have any feathers. Metaphors weren’t exactly her strong suit… but then again, what was?

She set her glass down on the counter and looked around the old cop bar her colleagues frequented. It was warm and bustling. Filled with the kind of energy she was drawn to, but could somehow never manage to produce on her own. In the corner, Captain Fowler was regaling some rookies with his usual war stories. Gavin and Nines were chatting up the pretty receptionist androids, no doubt trying to take one home with them. Hank and Allen were playing chess with a huge audience of cops betting actual money on the winner. None of it was really her scene, but then again… what was?

Tina watched the little groups from her vantage point. Invisible for all intents and purposes. As she’d always been. On occasion someone would drop by and heave themselves onto the barstool beside hers. Catching their breath after dancing or playing a round of darts. Maybe Miller or Person or even Sixty. They’d take their time ordering a drink and then notice her entirely by surprise. They’d ask how she was doing and then share some juicy gossip without waiting to hear her answer. They’d disappear into the crowd and then Tina would be alone once more.

She wasn’t particularly perturbed. This wasn’t her first night of seeing but not being seen. Besides, it let her do what she couldn’t do anywhere else. Which was to stare. Unabashedly. At a man she didn’t stand a sliver of a chance with. Detroit’s sweetheart. The hero from New Jericho. RK800 “Connor”.

Tina sipped her drink slowly and let her eyes move across the room discreetly. She couldn’t do this during office hours, or even at lunch break without being exceedingly obvious. Tina was far from being the only officer with feelings for the android detective, but she couldn’t risk getting found out. So she kept her indulgences to the few Friday nights a month that the entire precinct gathered for drinks. Under crowd cover, Tina could stare to her heart’s content.

She found him effortlessly. Standing at the edge of the room and talking up a bunch of SWAT agents who dropped into the cop bar. She’d recognise that handsome, perfectly symmetrical face anywhere. Strong jaw… sculpted cheekbones… warm brown eyes… perpetually blue LED.

Connor had rolled up his sleeves and was gesticulating animatedly. The synthetic muscles on his forearm rippled back and forth as he told the story of a high-speed car chase from earlier that day. He reminded her of Gavin. Hank when he was young, or even Fowler. Hot-blooded and full of passion for the job.

Tina looked elsewhere for a moment to be safe, but let her ears tune into the conversation. Connor was in top form that night. While he wasn’t exaggerating or mentioning anything that wasn’t entirely the truth… everything he said was embellished in a way that Tina could never hope to do. He was an amazing storyteller. He drew his listeners in. He made them catch their breath and cheer out loud when he told of his victory. It was the most attractive thing she’d ever seen.

She drained her glass in an effort to quell the warmth that rose up in her core. Signalling to the bartender for a refill, Tina chanced another glance at the RK800. He was laughing at something one of his SWAT buddies said about Sixty being lazy by comparison. There was something so open and unguarded about his laughter… and it made her heart clench.

Sixty came rushing over to the group to vehemently deny the allegations. Connor pulled him into a sideways bear hug and called for another round. There was a resounding chorus of agreement and Tina preemptively scooted to the side of the bar as everyone got up to fetch the drinks. Connor, however, waved a dismissive hand and shushed his crowd of admirers. He caught the bartender’s attention with the snap of a finger and had the thirium-vodka shots delivered to his table. Tina’s jaw dropped at his sheer confidence and bravado… but also his generosity.

Connor was a lot of things, but “kind” had to be at the very top of the list. Probably another reason Tina couldn’t stop thinking about him. She rested her hand on her chin and dreamily watched him do the shot. He slammed the glass back down on the table and let out a guttural yell at the burn in his throat. Tina thought then that she was in love.

Perhaps it was the alcohol… or the effect of being in her own head for far too long… Tina failed to look away in time. Everything in the bar seemed to freeze in motion as Connor’s sharp gaze landed on Tina. She felt him look right though her. Scanning… scanning…

The look in his eyes was neither friendly nor hostile. He briefly raised an eyebrow and then turned back to his friends. He probably immediately checked her vitals… measured her inebriation levels… analysed her facial expression… realised exactly what was going on in her head… and then dismissed the matter as one of least concern. Tina had always known it, but for the first time she felt genuinely… small.

She sighed and glanced at the table of officers she’d originally come in with. Unsurprisingly, they didn’t seem to be missing her, so she paid her tab and made her way to the exit. In the alley outside, Gavin and Nines were getting rather handsy with the ST300 named Stacy. Tina marched past them without a word.

There had been a time she thought her friendship with Gavin was the most meaningful relationship she’d ever have. But it had turned out to be one of mere convenience. Gavin only needed a second fiddle to his arrogant and selfish exploits, and Nines was more than happy to take her place.

There had been a time she thought there might be something between her and Stacy. Their workplace banter always felt like a preamble to something deeper. But it turned out that Stacy was just someone who got along with everyone. It was what her receptionist programming was literally meant for…

In short, Tina didn’t understand jackshit about people. The only thing clear was: People who weren’t like Tina, didn’t often look at people who were like Tina. If and when they did, that was rarely for the best.

“Tina.”

She stopped dead in her tracks. That was a voice she’d recognise even through a snowstorm. She turned around slowly and prayed the embarrassment stayed off her face.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m good. Just heading home.”

Connor caught up to her and gestured for her to keep walking.

“You didn’t say goodbye.”

“To?”

“Anyone.”

“I… didn’t think I needed to. Sorry…?”

“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Of course.

“Thanks and um… goodnight.”

Connor shook his head and kept pace with Tina. He slipped on the jacket he’d rushed out of the bar with.

“Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“Really?”

She blanched inwardly. Home was decidedly where she wasn’t planning on going. She hadn’t yet booked the suite at the Eden Club… so Connor couldn’t possibly have known… but it seemed like he did.

“I… might take a few detours… clear my head… you know…”

There was a silence as Tina led them through the empty and meandering street. Hopefully the companion android with the chocolate brown eyes and warm smile would still be available by the time she managed to shake Connor off. Or even Echo and Ripple, the comforting pair of Tracis who ran one of the new lounges.

“Tina… don’t take this the wrong way…”

Very rarely did such sentences end well.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

There it was.

“What do you mean?”

“You looked at me tonight.”

“I’m sure a lot of people look at you.”

“They do. But I didn’t expect you to.”

“I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. Pretend it didn’t happen.”

“But it did.”

“Tell HR if you want to.”

He put a hand on her shoulder and gently brought her to a stop.

“You were watching me. All along.”

“Hmm.”

“You’re not denying it.”

“No point.”

“You don’t talk to anyone, you don’t really like going out with our colleagues but you come anyway. For me?”

“Team spirit.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“A lot of people say a lot of things to you. I didn’t want to add to the noise.”

Connor shook his head and reinforced his clasp on Tina’s shoulder. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand.

“And now you’re not going home.”

“I’m walking off the alcohol.”

“Tina…”

“You should go back to the bar. Your friends must be waiting.”

“Tina, where are you going?”

She looked away and then back with a small smile.

“Home.”

Connor’s jaw tightened and he narrowed his eyes in a way that set her insides on fire. He stepped forwards, crowding her against the wall of a nearby pharmacy. He placed his hands on either side of her head. When he spoke next, it was in a tone she’d only heard him use with the worst of criminals.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

Tina could only blink at him. At this range, an android as advanced as Connor could practically read her mind. Her body must have betrayed her in a thousand different ways. Connor’s LED spun yellow and his eyes darkened with understanding as they moved over her from head to toe. This time it wasn’t an impersonal electromagnetic scan… this time it was something very human. Full of lust and desire that Tina had only ever dreamt of.

He leaned in and dropped a hand to her waist. That effectively ended all coherent thought. Tina closed her eyes as Connor pressed his lips to her throat. His hands began to roam and his demeanour became significantly less gentlemanly. Her breath hitched as she felt the something hard press against her thigh.

“Wh-what are you doing!?”

“Exactly what you want.”

“How do you know wh-”

He kissed her then. Roughly. She couldn’t help but wind her arms around his neck and reciprocate. Connor pinned her to the wall and wedged himself between her legs with zero subtlety. His nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on her trousers and slipped into her panties without hesitation. Tina moaned into Connor’s mouth as he touched her in all the right places. She thought she’d lose her mind when he unzipped his jeans and lifted her up against the wall to fuck her.

It didn’t last very long but Tina knew she’d remember those few minutes for the rest of her life. Connor set her down gently and tucked himself back into his pants. He watched with a smirk as Tina awkwardly readjusted her uniform. She wasn’t sure whether to keep walking or wait for him to say something.

“You’re welcome.”

“What!?”

“I just saved you some cash. You can actually go home now. With no… detours.”

“I… thank you?”

“Don’t mention it.”

She somehow managed to look him in the eye. There was no judgement, only warmth in those brown depths. But then again, when wasn’t that the case?

“So… do you go around fucking everyone that looks at you funny?”

“Not everyone.”

“Why me then?”

Connor shrugged and held out a hand for her to take. Tina hesitantly accepted and was pulled into his arms once more.

“I guess you’ve been looking so often that even I started looking back…”

#dbh tina chen #dbh connor #contina #connor x tina #my writing

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fadedflame · 3 years ago

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The Deep Dark Blue Day 23

Detroit: Become Human Prompt Challenge from @connor-sent-by-cyberlife

Summery: Lieutenant Hank Anderson had been a naval officer for years. It was his life, his passion, everything he cared about now. And yet, all it took was one look from the tiny Mer child to make him willing to risk it all.

Day Twenty Three - Sailor

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Tina was trying to distract him and he couldn’t figure out why.

Connor’s concern only intensified the longer she kept him there. They were below deck and any time he even mentioned going up above, she came up with increasingly bazaar reasons why they couldn’t.

Even more suspicious, was that he had barely seen Hank all day.

His dad had spent the past couple of months after he had gotten back from his little solo excursion more overprotective than normal. Not that he was complaining, near Dad was his favorite place to be, but it was now strange to be away from him for more than a couple hours at most.

It was thoroughly freaking him out.

“What’s going on, Tina?” he asked, finally addressing the situation head on. “Why don’t you want me to go on deck?”

The look on her face betrayed everything. “I don’t! I mean, I’m not stopping you. I just need help with this is all.”

Connor stared down at the mess of rigging he was helping untangle. The knots looked like they had been put there intentionally, but he didn’t comment on it. Honestly, he was afraid to. “Is something wrong?” he asked instead.

“No, of course not,” Tina insisted, sounding the most sincere she had all day. “Why would you think that?”

Why wouldn’t he at this point. “You’re acting strange,” he deduced. “Everyone has been, really. Did I do something? Am I in trouble?”

“Oh, sweetie. No,” She put her section of the rope down to squeeze his arm affectionately. “There’s nothing wrong, I promise.”

He looked at her skeptically, but before he could say anything in contrast to her words, her phone chirped. Tina’s face lit up and she scrambled to read whatever message she had received.

“Finally!” she exclaimed before smiling at him again. “You want proof everything is alright? Come on.”

She didn’t wait for him to respond, instead abandoning their mundane task and leading him, finally, onto the deck.

What greeted him in the bright afternoon sun defied explanation.

Every single member of the crew was standing there, waiting for them. They were all dressed in brightly colored hats and paper streamers were woven into the rigging.

“Surprise!” they shouted in unison.

Yes, Connor certainly was. He blinked, startled and unsure, unable to process what exactly was going on.

“Dad?” he asked, confused as the man walked over to him with a self-satisfied smirk. The red and blue striped hat clashed with his gray hair.

Hank plopped an equally ridiculous hat onto Connor’s head, the strap snapping against his chin as it was placed. “Happy birthday, kiddo,” he said.

Connor blinked, the bewilderment not fading despite Hank’s answer. “What?”

Tina laughed, putting on a hat of her own. “It’s a surprise party, Connor. To celebrate your birthday.”

“My… birthday?” He’d heard about that concept before, but never experienced one. “It’s my birthday?”

“Well no, probably not.”

The new voice had Connor turning in an instant, already smiling as he recognized the sound. “Markus!”

The older Mer already had his arms open in anticipation of Connor’s incoming hug. “We don’t know when exactly you were born,” he went on, now holding him. “But this is the anniversary of when the Lieutenant found you.”

“You couldn’t have been more than a few days old anyway,” Hank chimed in. “Close enough.”

“You are officially a year old!” Tina announced. She pulled the string on a confetti popper that she’d pulled from somewhere. Bright colored paper spreading everywhere and sticking to her hair.

Despite his confusion over the whole thing, Connor was soon swept into the festivities. There was cake and decorations, music, and more people than he had ever seen on the Cutlass before. Markus had brought over the whole crew. North loudly exclaimed that there was no way they were going to miss his first birthday. The rest seemed to agree.

A few of his crewmates seemed uneasy having that many Mer aboard, but their tension soon faded away as the party went on. Even Gavin seemed to be having fun.

After playing a few games and eating way too much cake, many of them came forward with gifts for Connor.

No one had ever really given him presents before. Besides Hank that is, but as his father, he didn’t count. Chris gave him a couple new books, Tina got him a plush shark. There were lots of odds and ends, several cards, and well wishes from all involved.

Connor was, in a word, overwhelmed.

Even Captain Fowler gave him a gift. It was an antique sailor’s hat. He told him he was officially a sailor now, part of the crew even if it was in a civilian sense. He also promised a glowing recommendation, and some fudged legal documents, if he wanted to go to the academy to become part of the DPD.

It felt amazing.

As much as Hank had lamented him growing up, saying how he wished he could stay little forever, being an adult, or close to it at least, was proving to be pretty great. If not surprising and confusing.

The biggest surprise of the day, however, came from Gavin.

The party was over, everyone winding down and getting back to work. Markus and his crew had retired to the Jericho. Connor was on his own way back to his cabin when Reed stopped him. “Hey, got a minute?” he asked.

Connor tensed, but turned towards the man. “I… guess.”

Gavin shoved his hands in his pockets, attempting and failing to look casual. “Look I just… I’m sorry I was a jerk to you, ok?”

“You are?” It wasn’t something he expected. Gavin never apologized to anyone.

“Yeah, well…” he shrugged, but still looked tense. “I’ve always had a problem with Mer,” he admitted. “My dad ditched my mom for one. Abandoned us just to chase after some tail. But… that’s not your fault.”

“No, it’s not,” he agreed. It really wasn’t but from what he understood of human psychology, it wasn’t abnormal for him to have reacted that way.

“I guess…” Gavin sighed. “I guess I just wanted you to know I’m gonna try not to be as big of a jerk to you anymore, alright?”

“Ok, it’s not like I’m gonna turn that down,” he reasoned.

Reed bobbed his head in a nod, then looked away. “Right, well. Happy birthday, I guess.”

Connor smiled after him before resuming his previous path to his cabin. Gavin being nice to him. He’d believe it when he saw it, but the thought was nice. Probably the best birthday gift he could ask for.

#dbh connor #tina chen #hank anderson #gavin reed #dbh markus #detroit become human #dbh prompt challenge #dbhthedeepdarkblue

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bucksboobs · 3 years ago

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A Case of Mistaken Identity

Description: a quick Reed900 fic based loosely on a story from my parents wedding. A Continuation on the fanfilm Detroit: Evolution

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Gavin Reed is a softie under exactly two conditions: with Nines, when they're alone. He gave him the nickname Nines when they were alone together. He told him that he'd been calling him Nines internally for weeks before that when they were alone on Valentine's. It's not really him to do that PDA shit but the private displays of affection? He's getting used to those. Blame it on those stupid hands of Nine's that start glowing when he's being mushy. Nine's skin turns back to plastic whenever he so much as thinks about holding Gavin's hand and the poor hunk of metal is so sweet and sincere that Gavin just grabs him whenever he starts seeing that glow. It's stupid and it's sappy but it's starting to just become another natural part of his insane fucking life with the tin can.

Tina says he stares at Nines like he can't compute how Nines cares so much about him. He can feel that this morning, having walked into the break room first thing only to find Nines already there, brewing him his morning coffee. He wants to kiss him then and there. There's no one else in the break room and even if he risks ridicule if they get caught something in him says fuck it.

"Morning plastic." He greets, wrapping his arms around Nines's black jacket from behind. "Love ya but you don't have to make me coffee every fucking morning." He kisses Nines's neck expecting maybe a no Gavin I much prefer you be sated with your daily caffeine intake or Gavin I don't do this out of a sense of obligation but rather because I want to. Instead he gets:

"Detective Reed" That's not his Cyber-life-partner's voice. It's too formal, too cheery, too high, too much like... oh no "I am Connor."

Time to panic. "Uh. OK... Connor we're just gonna." He throws his hands up and off of Connor and begins to back away towards the archway. "Never, ever mention this alright. Nev-oof" he hits something too soft to be a pillar and too hard to be person and if Connor is in front of him. Fuck.

"Ah," despite the circumstances his shoulders do briefly untense just hearing Nines's soothing flat tone. "Good morning Gavin, I was about to make you your morning coffee." He walks around Gavin. "Connor. Good to see you and Lieutenant Anderson made it safely back from New York."

"We made it in late last night. I believed Hank may be in need of caffeine to deal with jet lag."

"Sensible." Listening to them talk is insane. They both were designed with the same word bank and vocal emulator or whatever but Connor is all subtle positivity and pleasantry while Nines talks soft and stern with a smidge of sarcasm that he picked up from Gavin.

"May I ask a personal question, MK900?" Fullnamed... this ought to be good.

"Of course."

"Do you see me as a brother?"

"We are made to be identical but there are other Connors out there." Other Connors? More of those customer-service-voice Ken dolls? God help the police departments saddled with them. "I suppose I see you as closer to myself than them on account of our shared workplace."

"Then, brother, may I ask when you were going to tell me about the evolution of your relationship to Detective Reed?" This plastic prick.

Nines looks genuinely shocked by that. "I was going to tell you today, actually. How did you find out?"

"Just now, when Gavin kissed me on the neck"

"You Kevlar-plated asshole." Gavin suddenly blurts out after staying silent for what was probably a weird amount of time. What part of NEVER mention it didn't he get. "I SAID-"

"Detective I assumed you were being sarcastic. My apologies."

"Brown nosing asswipe! First of all this is none of y-

"GAVIN." Nines stares him down a moment and Gavin feels a level of remorse. "It's quite alright. Like I said I was planning to tell Connor today anyway."

"Right. Sorry."

"I should go. Hank's coffee is getting cold." That's a lie to get out of an awkward situation if he ever heard one but they part themselves to let Connor through anyway. When did they end up standing closer together again? They seemed to have forgotten the concept of personal space a while ago and just drifted into each other's orbit naturally and unconsciously.

"Gavin..." Nines trails off, focusing on pouring and preparing his partners coffee

"Look Nines. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to-"

"If you don't want anyone else to know we're together I can accommodate that but I need to know." Nines looks like some one killed a puppy in front of him and it's making Gavin feel more and more like a trash boyfriend. "You can't just... throw a tantrum at a coworker like that." Always so sincere. It scares him how vulnerable they both can be around one another. But feelings shit is something he's working on with Nines and he wants to make that effort.

"No Nines, man, it has nothing to with us" he gestures between them "I was just embarrassed that I basically just sexually harrassed your twin brother. Tell whoever you want. Tell the News.. Tell Fowler. I want people to know you're making me happy." Nines hands him his finished coffee. He ought to start bringing therium sippy cups or something to return this ritual of a favor. Problem for another day tho. He flicks his wrist and begins to walk into the hall.

"I appreciate that Gavin." Nines says, following in lock step with an identical gait to his own, a neat trick that Gavin noticed a while back. He wonders if it's programmed or a deliberate choice Nines has made.

"Hey," Gavin catches Nines's hand and it starts to glow (Nines is such a sap) "I mean it Robocop. You make me better. And happier. Think you're the only person on the fucking planet who can manage to do both."

"Is that so?" A sudden smarmy grin lights up Nines's face "Because apparently any old MK model will do."

"Oh, stop." I am never gonna live this down, he thinks.

"Perhaps I should introduce you to Markus." That smirk drives Gavin nuts in a way that makes his heart beat out of his chest.

"I fuckin hate you."

"You love me." Nines says it not as a jest but as a statement of fact. It simply is. Gavin loves him more than he loves himself most days -not that that's a high bar to clear- Still it touches him that Nines knows he loves him and he wants to make sure he never forgets.

"Yeah. Yeah I do, Nines." And he kisses him. In the middle of the station. Cuz fuck it.

#reed900 #detroit awakening #d3artfest #octopunk media #note: I wrote this way before Absolution script dropped hence Connor being there despite him being transfered in DE:Ab #and yes my mom really did kiss my dad's twin brother at the wedding reception

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fandomhell97 · 3 years ago

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It's Just a Prank Bro

Here's just a fun little drabble because I can't get this idea out of my head and cause its peak bully Gavin hours. Sprinked some Hankcon in there as well👌

It was a crisp April first morning when Connor arrived to the DPD early. In fact he was about one of the first people there other than the girls at the front desk. A faint quirk of a smile tilted his lips as he made a beeline for Gavin's desk. He worked diligently and swiftly, taking aparts every single pen and appliance on the desk with methodical movenents and wrapped them tightly in layers of cling wrap. His terminal didn't escape being covered either, but he mercifully didn't take it apart. Only to not anger Fowler more. Soon he covered the entire desk over till the box was empty, using the last to seal the box in his now cling wrapped trashcan.

Connor schooled his want to smile and headed to his desk as other people's started coming in. Tina took one look at Gavin's desk and started laughing, seeing what had happened to her friend. Hank then decided to show up early, looked already annoyed as he glared at Connor when he sat at his desk.

"You really had to put the alarms all over the house to get me up? You asshole, you're sleeping on the couch tonight."

"You know you could never, Luitenant."

"Yeah yeah.. You're lucky I love you"

Hank muttered out the last part under his breath. With a smile, Connor got up, mentioning he was going to get Hank a coffee. A little way to make up for the prank. Just as he was in the kitchen he could hear Gavin's harsh yell of

"𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙀𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙊 𝙈𝙔 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙆?! "

Connor just smiled as he finished making the coffee and brought it over to Hank, looking at Gavin and smiling

"April Fools Gavin. "

Hank was nearly in stitches laughing, watching Reed tear through layers and layers of cling film just to find his pens in worse condition. Oh this definitely made up for the prank.

#drabble #hankcon #dbh connor #dbh hank #dbh gavin #hank x connor

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justagirlsearchingforamuse · 4 years ago

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Hot Take: It’s hard to excuse or even reason with Gavin Reed’s behavior and the fact so much of the fandom is fine with excusing or making their own versions of the character rather than just accept the fact he’s a racist who literally goes out of his way to abuse Connor. His bio is literally describing him as a scumbag who only cares about himself and the fact that so many people like this shitty ass man who is racist towards androids says so much about this fandom. The game’s core theme is racism as well as injustice, I hate the excuse that Hank managed to change so why can’t Gavin? Gavin shows no dislike to the way he is, he shows no signs of wanting to change I could’ve believed he wasn’t an asshole to his core if for example he has moments of hesitation when he fights Connor or something. But if Connor comes across his path, he always tries to fight with him or humiliate him, always telling him he’s a machine and no it’s not because he worked his ass of to get to where he is, he’s stepped over a few people’s toes and is cutthroat in work. I don’t care if you like him as he is but to completely try to make up excuses as for why he is the way he is, for humiliating Connor, for beating him up when he wasn’t a threat to him and shooting Connor if you fail enough quick-time events. In a way you guys see the androids just how Gavin sees them because I can bet everything that if Connor was a poc and Gavin had said racial slurs to him no one would fucking stan his ass. But because Connor was born with a mechanical body, the racism and the humiliation he’s felt is supposed to not be as bad as racism based on appearance when the racism that Connor and so many androids face is just like regular racism. But so many people excuse it so they can fetishize Gavin and MLM, I hate this man so much and the fact so many of ya’ll excuse his racism that he doesn’t try to change at all and him just being a total asshole is so disappointing. Not to mention people try to also excuse Tina’s behavior or like Tina more than Gavin saying she’s a lesbian and whatnot, yeah you can like her but you can’t ignore the fact that she was complicit in his racism towards androids. She let it happen and didn’t try to stop him or anything, so tbh Tina isn’t that great. Some people can change but that’s the entire problem, people always want to redeem a character who has done a lot of bad most of the time they go about it the wrong way, the ignore those the person hurt, or believe one shitty apology will fix things. The fact that Gavin’s birthday gets celebrated and that the fucker is getting shit like merch and films made on him is so damn sad. Markus deserves it. Connor deserves it. Kara does. So many other people deserve it but Gavin? Fuck no. Fuck off. Stop ignoring the androids in favor of these human characters or better yet please try to pay attention to the androids and poc in the game which are ignored in favor of guys like Gavin. Gavin is a huge piece of shit who appears to have no intentions of changing, no intentions of trying to better himself, and only cares about himself and you guys act like this man would be supportive of LGBTQ people or not having racist tendencies towards poc. He is a shitty person and stop trying to excuse this 30-something year old man who has no excuse, hold Gavin Reed accountable for his fucking racism and stop fetishizing him and putting him with those he was racist to. A racist has to want to change on his own, see the fucking close-mindedness he had, they have to want to change for themselves and not because of love. Gavin Reed is a racist. Please accept that and please stop making excuses for this shitty rat man.

#anti gavin reed #gavin reed #detroit become human #dbh #dbh gavin #no I do not care that I put it in the gavin reed tag #most people need to open their eyes to see that this a racist man #but because connor isn't human you guys in a way water down the racism and abuse he brutally does to connor #if this man was screaming the n word and shit most of you guys wouldn't stan him but then again fandoms always do this shit #twd did it and now everyone thinks racists are redeemable when it takes so much for them to even be considered redeemable or not shitty.

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enkisstories · 2 years ago

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Detroit Disco

I’m in the process of creating the Disco Elysium precint 41 officers as sims to unleash them into my Detroit save. In the meantime have this drabble:

Detective Gavin Reed pressed his phone to his ear, only to move it further out the very next moment. The background noise was worse than ever. It was almost transcending static noise and coalescing into sentences, the echoes of each and every phone calls that had been made in Detroit since the invention of the telegraph.

“You were saying what?” Gavin asked. “Ah, I see. A drunk police lieutenant. Laid waste to his hotel room and threatened to blast his own brain out. Huh, right, that really sounds like ours. I’ll send someone over to pick him up.”

The detective covered the phone’s micro with his hand. “Your partner was found, Connor. I’ll dispatch a patrol android to fetch him.”

Returning to the phone, Gavin asked: “But how in hell did you manage to rile the motherfucker up like that? Wait, he did what? Toss your Great Skua against the wall? Why’d you show him a fucking Great Skua anyway? Hank is phobic of flock birds, of course he’d lose it, man! That’s on you!”

♪♫ So turn ‘round the fire with a glass of strong ale ♪♫ the stereo bawled. ♪♫ And tell us a story from beyond the Pale ♪♫

In Detroit PJ700-302 entered a regular DPD patrol car to drive to Martinaise. She returned with Harrier Du Bois.

In Revachol Judit Minot entered one of Precinct 41’s remaining three Coupris Kineemas to drive to Greektown. She returned with Hank Anderson.

Hank Anderson’s finger moved from one officer to the next.

“Gavin. Tina. David. Check.”

“No! Chester, Judit, Mack!”

“Uh-uh”, Hank shook his head. “That’s not Officer Mack. I’m a bit confused about how many Macks we have and what they all look like, but this man isn’t one of them.”

Three pairs of eyes moved towards the door when it opened. In came Trant Heidlstam, accompanied by Satellite-Officer Jean Vicquemare. A French sounding name, a name that wasn’t out of place in Detroit, similar to “Martinaise”. So why was Hank unable to place that particular neighborhood on his mental map of the city? He couldn’t have spaced out that badly?!

Jean took one look at the stranger, his internal Conceptualization and Visual Reconstruction agreed on the man’s differences to Harrier being neglible and therefore slotted him into the same spot in his mind, regardless of how often the other officers stressed that Hank wasn’t Harry. What the heck, they even started with the same letters!

“Look, I told you I didn’t want to deal with this crap. Clinically depressed and all.”

“Clinically?” That tidbit at least piqued Hank’s interested. “As in: diagnosed? I never had the energy to get diagnosed. Even if I had, what would it have changed… They’ll only ever tell you things aren’t the way you make them and the problem is you.”

Yay, all I need is a change in perspective and Cole is alive again!

“But things ARE the way they are, and so you nod sympathetically, tell the psycho lady her mantra has helped you a lot, go home and uncork another bottle. Not that anybody would fucking care. They only want you to function, like an android.”

There it was again. Androids. This Hank person mentioned them every second sentence, with great disgust, but also with a scarily detailed lore attached to the idea. Where Harry had temporarily forgotten reality in the past, Hank seemed to have filled the holes in his mind with a construct. A construct involving a slave race of artificial people. It was probably a highly sophisticated political commentary. Alas, it was also highly annoying.

“So what are we doing now with Commander Corkscrew?” Chester asked.

“Shut up, Gavin!” Hank snapped. “You’re not helping!”

“I’m not…”

“I said shut your trap! Not just because it’s enervating as hell, but if you are serious about your promotion, you got to act more professional!”

So. There. He had said it. There wasn’t anything wrong with Gavin Reed’s detective work, just a minor tendency to jump to conclusions. Putting effort into improving his work performance might earn Gavin a bit of promotion credit, but the big chunk was to be gained in the categories “Teamwork” and “Character development”, two areas the detective neglected.

“But I don’t care to get promoted!” Chester McLaine protested.

And then he screamed on top of his lungs, when Hank lunged forward, hugged him tightly, kissed him on his forehead and cheered: “That’s the spirit! Our boy is growing up!”

Falling back on what he had mentally filed as a Hank-repellent, Chester whimpered: “A… ndroid? Android!”

“Yes, yes”, Hank promised. “We’ll buy you one after your promotion.”

The promotion Chester McGavin didn’t want, the officers realized. So there was no risk of having to really gift him an android.

“Say, there is a certain logic to this man’s ramblings”, Trant mused. “His brain is working differently, but it is working. I’d say it’s save to put him back into the contest…”

“Case. You mean the murder case, of course”, Jean corrected. He liked where this was going (namely a Hank-free office).

“…and figure out everything else while we’re going”, Trant finished his sentence.

And so it was decided.

“I’m not Disco.”

“Come again?”

“I’m not Disco”, Connor repeated, clearly puzzled and probably also feeling insulted in a profound manner. “This is about the only thing I got out of the stranger. Other than that he isn’t Hank Anderson, I mean.”

Gavin Reed slammed his cup onto the table, causing an elaborate castle Officer Tina Chen had built from potato chips and nachos to crash.

“And why is that so?” the detective challenged Connor. “Why are you unable to make progress with the deviant cases or to find the amnesic weirdo in our database? Because you’re not Disco! See? He told you!”

Gavin triumphantly leaned back in his cafeteria chair. He really had no idea in what way not being “disco” was supposed be a shortcoming. But he wouldn’t have been Gavin Reed, had he not jumped to every opportunity to diminish Connor RK800.

“If only you tried to be more Disco, you’d have the deviant cases solved in no time!” Gavin went on, under the impression that he was driving the knife deeper.

Connor, however, blinked, and stated: “But then I’d replace you even earlier, detective. If I solved the deviant cases, I’d proven that the RK800 detective android is superior to a human one.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up!” Gavin demanded, while swiping the chips into Connor’s direction like artillery fire. Then he kicked his chair back, pounced Connor and rammed him against a column. “Take your racist bullshit out of my police station and don’t forget to grab your new partner on your way out! I don’t want to see either of you again before sunset!”

“My new partner?”

“Well, you lost your previous one. If you don’t want to file a Lost & Found, you better take Detective Mindblank along instead.”

“I don’t think the Lieutanent being missing warrants a Lost & Found, Detective.”

“Don’t want him back? In this case we agree on one thing. Nice!”

“No, I meant that a human missing warrants…”

But Tina and Gavin weren’t listening anymore. Grabbing the android’s right, respectively left, arm, they escorted him into the foyer.

“You have your orders.”

#detroit become human #dbh #disco elysium #dbhtextpost #sims4 dbh gameplay

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ao3feed-gav900 · 2 years ago

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Spark Of Black

https://ift.tt/telVdsA by Itzibit Almost a year after the peaceful android revolution took place, former Detective Gavin Reed moves into a new apartment after a really bad breakup. He meets his next door neighbor and starts to get to know him a little, but some things about him seem a bit odd... Words: 1989, Chapters: 1/12, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human), Chris Miller (Detroit: Become Human), Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Jeffrey Fowler, Captain Allen (Detroit: Become Human), Gavin Reed's Cat Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed Additional Tags: Gavin Reed Being an Asshole, Gavin Reed Being Less of an Asshole, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Has a Different Name, He's called Nines in this house, He's called Richard only briefly in the beginning because that one reason, Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), Alternate Universe - Neighbors, not a case fic, Gavin Reed works in Captain Allen's SWAT team, Gavin Reed never met Connor, Barista!Nines, Connor & Upgraded Connor | RK900 are Siblings, Gavin Reed is Bad at Feelings, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Is Bad at Feelings, Gavin Reed is oblivious, Deviant Upgraded Connor | RK900, Soft Upgraded Connor | RK900, Insecure Upgraded Connor | RK900, Confused Upgraded Connor | RK900, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Has a Penis, Upgraded Connor | RK900 doesn't have an LED, so many feelings, Denial of Feelings, Dirty Thoughts, sexual awakening kinda, Sexual Tension, Enemies to Lovers, but not really, more like 'friends to enemies to lovers', Slow Burn, Drinking, mention of rape, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Mutual Pining, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Gay Sex, First Time, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Nipple Play, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Blow Jobs, Masturbation, Light BDSM, Dom/sub Undertones, Fighting Kink, Praise Kink, Name-Calling, Choking, Begging, Biting, Bruises, Bitemarks, Top Upgraded Connor | RK900, Bottom Gavin Reed, Gavin Reed doesn't know Nines is an android, a bit of angst, a bit of blood, POV Multiple, reed900, Hank and Connor's relationship only briefly mentioned as partners who live together, No Beta - We die like Connor when you miss a QTE

#AO3feed #dbh #reed900 #gavin reed #rk900

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rjhpandapaws · 3 years ago

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Cue and Call

Ch 1: Subtle as a Brick

Gavin hadn’t really thought about source checking the article when he saw the first one, or any of them really. He just skimmed over it while he was drinking his coffee in the morning. It made him think of Hank, he loved speculation pieces like this. It wasn’t that he necessarily believed them, he just enjoyed learning what people hoped would happen. He checked the time and then sent the article to Hank. He was on set right about now. He was six hours ahead so he probably would be able to look at it for a while. Gavin was fine with that. He just wanted Hank to know that he had been thought of. They weren’t a couple exactly. While they were interested in one another, Hank wanted to wait to try anything until both of their schedules calmed down. So for now it was text messages whenever one of them had the time, and if they were lucky maybe a phone call in the evening. Dodging the press was definitely the most exhausting part. They could only give so many evasive non-answers before the smartest of them began to suspect that something was up. Which would have been fine. Hank was great at being subtle; Gavin, on the other hand, was not. He felt like it was written all over his face whenever someone so much as mentioned Hank.

It wasn’t even that Gavin wanted people to know. They just didn’t want the press and thereby the rest of the world finding out until they were sure about whatever this was. There were some people on Gavin’s end that knew; his high school friends Chris and Tina; and Richard who had found out when Gavin had a little too much to drink and pilled his guts. They had all been sworn to secrecy of course. Hank got back to the states about three months after the first article had cropped up. They planned to meet for drinks that weekend before he and Hank were both whisked off to work on separate projects. Gavin’s was just a bit of voice work and then he would be off again. Hank hadn’t said what his next thing was. Gavin was looking forward to seeing him again. They didn’t get to see each other in person outside of work very often. On the Friday before they were going to meet up the plan changed. Hank decided he would rather join Gavin at his place than go out. Which was something Gavin could understand, being surrounded by people so soon after coming home could be exhausting. After being over seas with an entire filming crew Hank probably wanted something that was easy and quiet. There was also the added bonus of by staying in they wouldn’t run the risk of being seen. All Gavin had to do was decide if he wanted to cook or order takeout.

He decided to cook, it was something not many people knew he was good at. Spending Saturday morning grocery shopping made him regret that a little, but he could think of worse things he could be doing with his day. There was something about cooking for the people you cared about. Gavin was inclined to believe it was a love language of its own. Gavin had decided on lasagna. Both his mother and his grandmother taught him that is was a dish you made to welcome someone home. In the years since he had moved out he tweaked the family recipe for convenience sake in ways that would make his grandmother roll in her grave. Tonight though, he was using the one he had learned growing up. He had plenty of time today. Hank rang the door bell as Gavin was putting the lasagna in the oven. He set the timer and then answered the door despite the fact that his kitchen looked like a bomb had gone off and Gavin had been on of its unfortunate victims. Hank eyed him with an amused smile as he stepped inside. “You look like you’ve had an eventful day.” He said in way of a greeting.

“Yeah.” Gavin laughed, “As it turns out tomatoes will try and get revenge if you forget to put the lid on the food processor.” Hank stared at him as they made their way into the kitchen and Gavin wasn’t sure if his expression was one of amusement, disappointment, or both. “You forgot to put the lid on your food processor?” “Well yes and no.” He clarified as Hank sat at the bar, “I thought I could shave off a little time if I put the ingredients while the thing was running. So when I needed to put the garlic in I took the lid off and then didn’t put it back on.” Hank shook his head with a laugh, “I would have thought that you of all people would have invested in a food processor with an ingredient lid.” Gavin looked up from where he had been scrubbing at a particularly stubborn tomato stain, “With a what?” Hank took out his phone and after a few moments showed him a picture of a food processor that looked like it had a chimney shoot on the lid, “One of these.” “That’s the one I have, I just didn’t realize that was why the lid was so fucking weird.” He remarked.

That earned him another laugh from Hank, “Only you would buy something designed to make your life easier and still do things the hard way.” Gavin gestured like a showman to his warzone of a kitchen, “The one and only.” “So what made you decide to cook?” Hank asked, “The last time I got this sort of treatment from you was when you held me hostage after my car accident.” “You mean when I was making sure you were taking care of yourself.” He shot back, “You were gone for a long time, I figured you would want something home cooked.” He moved on from cleaning the counter to cleaning the stove, “How was filming?” That earned him a very dramatic groan, “If I never have to work with that director again it will be too soon. He refused to listen to any of us and fired anyone who questioned his decisions on the spot.” Gavin grimaced, “Yikes.” “The thing is probably going to flop anyway.” Hank continued, “By the end the crew was too small to make anything of quality. Which sucks because we started out with such a great team and a lot of potential, Then the director went and shot us all in the foot.” He gave an annoyed sigh, “It is what it is I suppose. Not like there is anything I can do about it now.”

“So what about the D:BH thing?” Gavin asked to change to a lighter subject, “How do you think that’s all going to pan out?” “Assuming that it’s real, I think it is going to do really well.” Hank replied, “They’ve got some pretty big promises to keep though.” “You’re excited then?” He asked as he finished cleaning the worst of the mess and came to sit behind Hank. “Oh fuck yeah.” Hank laughed, “I get to harass you and get paid for it.” Gavin rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, fuck you too.” They moved on to lighter topics after that. Gavin drank more than he probably should have should have at dinner, but it had been a long time since they had been able to do something like this. On top of that, Gavin had the tendency to lose track of himself with Hank. The conversations came easy and his carefully constructed walls crumbled like sand in the wind. Hank never seemed to mind, or if he had he hadn’t let on. Though come morning Gavin didn’t remember much after they had moved to the living room, so he couldn’t be sure if Hank had said anything or not. He woke up on his couch with good night and good morning texts from hank so he found it safe to assume he hadn’t done anything too out of line.

The next time he heard from Hank was when he called at ass-o-clock in the morning to tell him the show had been approved. Gavin had given a tired hum in response and had been back asleep before he could be given anymore details or properly hang up. Usually he was left in the dark because of his tendency to talk about the projects he was in online. Silas had been nice enough to add him to the group chat though, so that was fun. He was excited to see everyone again, but what he was looking forward to the most was getting to work along side Hank again. They would have to mind themselves around everyone else though. So this, whatever it was, would stay under wraps. It was going to be difficult, but Gavin was pretty sure he could handle it. He was alright with being subtle. “You’re staring.” Richard’s voice made him nearly jump out of his skin. “No I wasn’t.” He replied and made a point of looking anywhere but at Hank. “If you say so.” Then with that he was off to talk to Connor again. So maybe this was going to be more of a problem than he had thought. That was fine. He would figure something out, eventually.

#Cue and Call #CaC #Hankvin #dbh Hank #dbh Gavin #dbh fic #dbh

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