#fuck DBag Prick

[slutfortheeclaymore]

Drew beating that crusty bag of ass made my night!!!

[deviationdivine]

Is It All An Act? (RK900 x reader)

TLDR: Things get interesting between you and Nines at the DPD...

Word Count: 1233

TW: Semi-Angst w/fluffy end, Language, Gavin Reed (being his verbally abusive dbag self)

“Thanks.” You call at his back, gaze fixing on the apex of his broad shoulders, before he walks off. Almost always seems to get away from you for one reason or another. This ongoing game of dodge the human is too much for your heart to take. Maybe if it was someone else doing it to you. Preferably the same problem he jumped in to eradicate.  Your voice halts him stiffly and somehow swallowing down those words is all you can do in answer. Why do you have to feel like this around him? Shrinking under his power is an addictive drug. He doesn't have to act intimidating it just happens! 

Or it's just in your head. Never sure but one thing is: he's a hurricane dragging you to the eye of the storm.

A tiny morsel that could be devoured by a mere sharp glance of steel gray; you steel yourself this time at his resolute swivel on heels of black shoes. 

He is completely donned in black, jeans, turtleneck sweater that compliments his white jacket trimmed in the same ebony. Only a blue armband added another bit of color to an otherwise monochrome aesthetic. 

The android’s eyes narrow. “You’re mistaken in your gratitude. I have no idea what you're referring to.”

Your breath catches. What is he talking about? He just told Gavin to screw off. Why is he acting like he didn’t? “But Gavin…”

“Detective Reed’s focus on work is what I accomplished. What else did you presume I meant?” 

An immediate sinking in your stomach makes you feel so stupid. Of course that’s all it is even if he looks angry at that asshole trying to mess with you but that’s your imagination isn’t it? There it is again in the form of his damn confusing, perfectly smooth face. 

Wait! Why are you complimenting him? Sure it's not actually verbalized but he doesn't get away with it because he's good looking. Obviously "good looking" isn't that great of an adjective to describe him. There are better ones. Right?  Debating over this just takes the cake! You're supposed to be pissed not daydreaming about Nines! 

“Nothing,” snapping to hide your embarrassment became overly dramatic. "Never mind. Next time don’t even bother coming near me, Nines!”  Red burns his temple causing a twisting glare to form his sharp chiseled features in a match to your stress. However his gaze softens the second you turn a back to him and it takes every thread of this perfectly advanced android not to betray his true feelings.  Nines stares at your retreating figure longer than is required and he nearly cracks. He may have if it were not for the pest he cannot cleanly scrub off the precinct's floors. “Yo! 900!” The aforementioned pest saunters over resentful to what happened before you decide to give more attention to a rusty bucket of bolts. Not bothering to use the droid's name, Gavin butts right back in without you as a witness. 

“Plastic asshole! I’m talking to you!”  Casually turning his head in direction of the detective offers cold stoicism. Impenetrable ice burns white hot in the android's gaze. “Next time you talk shit to me I’ll rip you apart. Right in front of Y/N!” Reed sneers as is typical. The only language he can speak angry for that too, another human hanging around one of these things.  “It would be wise to tread carefully, Detective Reed.” Nines' warning is coolly collected considering his rising disgust for this worthless human. "Your record for insubordination is a mile long. I believe Captain Fowler would find your harassment of co-workers curious. Wouldn’t you agree?” Gavin's teeth mash together. Easy to tell that threat finally held weight. Taking a quick stride closer in break room, he jabs a finger into the taller droid’s chest, right under that emblazoned RK900. Cyberlife saddling him with this prick! He's worse than Hank’s lap dog by a fucking mile!  “Listen up dipshit!” the detective snarls. “Think you’re hot shit cause you’re some upgraded Robocop? Well, you better stay out of my business. Including whatever I choose to do with the new meat on the block. Got me? Or I’ll do what I should’ve done to your goofy ass twin and put a bullet through your skull.” A smile upturns Gavin’s lips, laughing a little after threatening his partner. 

To this day it boggles everyone's mind how he still has a job let alone is able to outwardly threaten others. “I’ll make sure to have a bigger impression next time on the cupcake. You won’t be around all the time.” Staring down at the shorter human male with equal hostility left the detective android withering in dissatisfaction for his focus of anger. This is a waste of time when he is required to accomplish desk work. That did not stop the RK900 model’s hand from snagging onto the scruff of Reed’s jacket.  “You sonuva…!”  “Touch Y/N and I will break every bone in your body.” The android’s warning is a quiet storm allowing the gale of his power seep slowly into that thick unintelligible skull of Reed's. Hoisting him without an ounce of effort should be a mutual understanding to his advanced strength. “Considering I know the placement of each of the 206 bones in the adult human body, it will be an efficient process.”  Shoving Gavin backwards forces him to stumble. A tiny smile drew up the android’s mouth. “Work is at hand, Detective Reed. If you would excuse me I will return to important matters and leave you to your trash heap of a desk.”  Gavin reached down at his hip. Resting a hand against holster, he froze.  “Reed! In my office! NOW!”  Dropping his hand at Fowler’s order left him fuming. Peering up from a cart of evidence files is just your luck to witness the childish stomp of Reed heading for the office. Obvious pissy attitude is obvious on a daily basis and you rolled eyes not really caring what he was doing. He's such a.... 

Your clear dislike of Gavin zaps immediately from mind when making eye contact with Nines. Sitting at his desk it's hard to miss him. Really who misses a tall beautiful android with a jaw line fit for carving the next statue of David? Not that you sit around making these comparisons all the time! It's not like you're in love with him or anything. 

A nervous rumble in your stomach is a shitty sign. You can't be! This isn't supposed to happen right after he pisses you off. Oh. Um, he's still watching and apparently can read the spike in your heart rate that far away. You flush at the tiny smile on his lips which seems like an illusion. 

Wow. You didn't know Nines could do that! 

Never mind how smug he's starting to look. After how badly he dismisses you and makes you feel like an idiot this is what he does? How confusing is he!? 

Part of you wonders if it is all an act but focusing is out the window. You disappear with carted catalogue for evidence room to avoid his face and whatever else. 

Little do you realize that Nines watches the entire time it takes for you to no longer be in his visual. Nor do you know how interesting things are about to get between you two.