#gav watches 911

[altschmerzes]

why is 911 obsessed with making people spend time with and Let Go Of ResentmentTM TM TM about parents that fucking sucked and still make them feel like shit to be around lmao. we’ve been down this road before, gang, and i do not love the repeated theme of ‘everyone in this person’s life Including Their Sibling is ganging up on them to force them into this situation and they’re being painted as unreasonable and selfish for not wanting to be around a parent that hurt them profoundly’

[liketolaugh-writes]

Thinking about a full ghost Danny AU where he just straight-up dies in the portal. I think there should be more of those. <3

Character death, obviously.

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The drive back to Fentonworks was a blur in Maddie's memory, keeping Tucker on the line while he sobbed and stammered, trying and failing to keep himself together and explain what happened.

"-doesn't h-have a heartbeat and he's f-freaking out-"

"It just turned on, we don't know w-what happened, he, he said it didn't work-"

"-trying to keep Danny c-calm-"

"Please come home."

Jack's driving was even worse than usual, veering through the streets in an undisguised panic. Maddie hadn't been able to discern much from Tucker's ramble; the portal had finally turned on, but the kids had been messing around with it and Danny had gotten hurt. How hurt? Tucker didn't seem to be sure, but all three of them were in a state.

Jack pulled into their driveway and flung himself out, half the GAV still sprawled across the sidewalk. Maddie was right behind him, hanging up on Tucker with a quick assurance that they'd be right there.

"DANNY!" Jack yelled.

"In here!" Sam called back, from the open lab door. Of course.

Maddie slipped past Jack and got there first, almost falling down the stairs in her haste. What she saw there made her heart stop.

Danny wasn't there. There were three teens crumpled on the ground in front of the activated portal (a part of her sang, it worked, it worked) but Danny wasn't one of them. There was Tucker, staring blankly at the floor, and Sam, with her arm around a strange, glowing white-haired boy that was in tears - a ghost. A ghost? A ghost!

"GHOST!" Jack yelled in delight. The teen sobbed harder.

"Where's Danny?" Maddie demanded. Sam looked up sharply, her eyes wide like Maddie had never seen, her face dead pale under her makeup.

"I'm sorry!" Sam blurted out, looking nearly in tears herself. "I just, I, I thought it would be cool, it was just a picture, I, I didn't think-"

Maddie's heart skipped a beat. "Sam. Where is Danny?"

Sam looked at the crying boy next to her, huddled under her arm as if for comfort. The boy looked up, radioactive eyes swimming with tears and the water on his skin sparkling prismatically, and met Maddie's eyes.

"Mom," he croaked, his voice tripled and echoing with itself like a movie memory. "What happened to me?"

Maddie's knees gave out, and she crumpled to the floor, unable to take her eyes from the ghost in front of her. In a moment, she understood.

That was Danny. His colors had partially inverted, his hair turning white, the colors of his haz-mat suit - God, that was his haz-mat suit, the one they'd made for him and that he never used - reversing to white-on-black. He'd huddled into Sam, shaking and gasping, but now was pulling away, looking at Maddie like- like he thought she could fix this.

"I think something's wrong," Danny said, his voice trembling somewhere underneath all the alien reverberation. "Should we go to the hospital or, or something?"

"I don't think the hospital can fix this, man," Tucker said weakly, lifting his head just to stare at Danny.

The portal powered down with a whine. Maddie jerked her head up with a gasp, and found Jack at the control box, backing up silently. Jack stared into the portal. Maddie followed his gaze.

She couldn't stop the scream that tore itself from her throat. Jack yelled too, running inside, tripping over the bundled cables, and collapsing unceremoniously short of the body inside. Careless of that, Jack crawled forward the last few feet, scooped up the body, and then started to sob, cradling Danny's burnt and blistered corpse against him.

"...Do we call 911?" Danny asked, voice cracking. Maddie's head snapped back to him from the corpse, watching him stare in bleak, lost confusion at his father and the body he was hugging.

Danny didn't even believe in ghosts. Neither of their kids hid it, treating their profession with a lighthearted exasperation at home and plain embarrassment outside. Somehow, the fact made all of this worse.

"What's happening?" Danny asked helplessly. Shock, the stable part of Maddie's brain told her. He sees what's going on but his mind won't comprehend it. (He wasn't expecting to die today.)

"Y-yes," Maddie said at last, and then forced her voice to stabilize. "I'll... I'll call 911."

But first, she held out her arms, and Danny all but scrambled across the room to throw himself into her arms, still shaking. He was cold as ice, freezing through her haz-mat suit, and that was before he slipped forward with a yelp and tumbled through her. He scrambled back with a cry and tried again, and this time fell solidly against her, hiccupping. She wrapped an arm around him, shushing him softly, and groped for her phone with the other hand. She couldn't take her eyes off Jack, now carrying Danny out of the portal and staring from his corpse to his ghost, looking shattered.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"My son is dead," Maddie heard herself say. Danny hiccupped and clutched at her tighter. There was a brief pause.

"I'm very sorry, ma'am. Where are you? Have you checked his pulse?"

"We're at the Fentonworks building, 18701 northwest..." She rattled off the address mindlessly, and reached down to fumble for Danny's wrist. He let her have it without complaint, too terrified to put up any resistance. She shuddered as she felt nothing, not even the tendons or bone that should be there. Then she looked up at the corpse in Jack's arms and swallowed. "Jack, h-his... his pulse."

Jack nodded mutely and fumbled for Danny's wrist, gingerly running his fingers down the burnt skin until he found the right spot.

"What do you mean, his pulse, his ghost is literally in your lap!" Sam half-shrieked, her mascara running and her fists clenched against her cheeks, her breath coming in short gasps.

"No pulse," Jack croaked hollowly, staring at Danny's ghost.

"Maybe they could..." No, it was a foolish thought, and she wouldn't put false hopes into Danny's head just to put off her own grief. She cradled him closer again, feeling him shudder. She spoke to the operator. "N-no pulse, ma'am."

"Ambulance and police are on their way," the operator said, calm and reassuring. "Can you stay on the line with me?"

"Yes." Maddie felt numb, her own hands trembling as she held Danny close.

"Thank you. Can you tell me your name? Is there anyone else with you?"

"Maddie Fenton," she said. "My husband is with me, and my son's two friends, and... and my son's ghost."

There was another brief pause.

"Alright, Maddie." Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought the operator sounded gentler there. They thought she was crazy, of course. Maddie shut her eyes. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I, I don't know. My son Danny was home with his friends, and they called and..." Deep breath. She started over. "There was an accident in our lab. Danny was electrocuted by one of our in-progress projects."

"Is the device still on?"

"No, ma'am. We had to turn it off to remove the, the body."

Maddie continued answering questions on autopilot, most of her attention on her son, her husband, and the body. Danny had stopped crying, but remained glued to her side, shivering and sniffling. Jack continued to cradle Danny's body, but his eyes were now fixed on Danny, grief spread across his face. Sam and Tucker had both quieted, watching them with fearful, guilt-stricken looks.

It seemed to take forever for the police and ambulance to arrive. Sam got up to show them inside without being asked, staggering up to steps on obviously shaky legs. Maddie was too grateful to insist on her or Jack doing it; with Danny's ghost cradled against her and his corpse in Jack's arms, well...

The paramedics arrived first, sharp-eyed and professional, but the first almost immediately faltered as he laid eyes on the scene. But Jack held up Danny's body beseechingly, his eyes wet and miserable, and they jolted into action.

"Thank you, ma'am," Maddie said to the woman on the line. "They're here now. May I hang up?"

"Yes. The paramedics will take it from here. Take care, Maddie."

Maddie hung up, and looked at the two paramedics as they filed down. They looked at each other, one inclined his head toward Danny, and they split up, one heading for Jack and the body, the other toward Maddie and the ghost. Both of them knelt beside their chosen patient, and Maddie fixed her attention on the one with her.

"Are you Danny?" the paramedic asked, unexpectedly gentle. Danny peeked up and nodded uncertainly, and the paramedic glanced at the body before seeming to make a decision. "Okay, Danny. My coworker June is going to check your body for signs of life to see if you can still be revived. Are you okay with that?" Danny hiccupped and nodded, though a new wave of tears welled up and trickled down his cheeks. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Danny hiccupped again, reaching up to wipe his eyes. "M-my friends wanted to see the p-portal," he managed, voice wavering. Maddie squeezed him, her own eyes welling up while the paramedic listened patiently. "A-and it didn't work so I t-thought it would be f-fine. I went inside a-and I d-didn't check if it was plugged in or anything, a-and then I tripped and fell and I think I hit a button and it turned on!" His voice rose until he was almost wailing. Maddie's throat tightened, and she hugged him closer. Her poor baby.

"You were electrocuted?" the paramedic checked softly.

"I guess," Danny sniffled. "I dunno. It just hurt. And then I felt really cold, and then I..." He looked down at himself and sniffled again, tears slipping nonstop down his cheeks. "Am I dead?"

The paramedic looked at his coworker, who met his eyes and shook her head. Maddie had to swallow a hiccup of her own, trying to be brave for her terrified son. The paramedic did a much better job at it, looking back at Danny and speaking gently.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "There's nothing we can do. June is going to call a coroner and explain the situation-" He caught the other paramedic's eye, and she gave him a nod. "-and we'll have your body taken somewhere it can be prepared for burial or cremation, whichever you prefer." Danny started crying again, and the paramedic exhaled and looked up to meet Maddie's eyes. "Obviously, there's no protocols for this situation. But, as his mother, I think it would still be appropriate for you to make a decision if he doesn't feel able to."

[lord-owlsnake]

Gav and I are watching 911 and it's going great :)

[theboysfromaustin]

There one where Gav meets Wade

The young man watched the redhead sitting at the bar, drumming his fingers on the table, face obscured by his grey ARMY hoodie.  He sipped his Blue Moon, curious.  He ran one hand down his prosthetic leg, cloaked by his jeans.

Wade Alexander Thompson, age 27.  Former EMT, former army medic.  Current 911 dispatcher.  He rested his head in one hand.  The redhead had been getting progressively drunker as the night progressed.  He was currently crying into a glass of Boddington's.

The bartender looked to be at a loss.

Wade got up, limping slightly, beer in hand.  He went over and sat down next to him.  "Hey." "H….hey…" His words were slurred.  "You okay, Skippy?" "N-no.  'M not." Wade held out one hand.  "Wade Thompson."  The redhead took it.  "Gav Yorke-Gabriel." Then he looked down.  "Y-your hand…" He squinted up at Wade's face.  "And your face…" "I was burned.  I don't want to talk about it."  Gav fingered a pair of rings on a chain around his neck. 

"Wedding rings?  What happened?" He kept his voice neutral, just like he did when he was at work.  "I...I loved him for ten years….my Ian.  W-we weren't even married for t...two." "Dead?  Divorced?" "He was an a-attorney.  He was attacked, g-got AIDS.  He died last J...July."

"I'm sorry for your loss." Gav pulled his phone out, bringing up a photo. It showed a smiling silver-haired man in his late 70s.  He had a kind look in his eyes.  And he looked….vaguely familiar.  "He looks like he was a good man." "The best.  So s...sweet and...and kind. He saved my life."

Wade nodded.  He's just sad.  Sad and scared.  Gav was crying again, and the bartender approached him.  "Hey, he's cut off.  Can you help him get an Uber or something?" "Yeah, I can."

He put one hand on Gav's shoulder.  "Hey, let me get you a ride home." "T...thanks, Wade….You're a g-good guy." He stood, turned, and immediately pitched forward face-first onto the floor.

"Okay, Skippy," he knelt down, wincing.  "Up ya go.  Watch your feet."  Gav flopped against Wade, oblivious to what he was saying.  Okay, I can't send him home in an Uber.  If he pukes, he'll get kicked out.  "I'll drive you home, Twizzler.  Keys?" The other man's face crumpled.

"T-twizzler...that's what Ian used to call me." The tears were flowing heavily now, and he slumped against Wade, who stumbled.  "Careful now.  And don't think anything of what I'm about to do.  " He fished in Gav's pockets, pulling out his keys.

"Aston Martin?  Wow." They went out, Gav guiding him up the road to the lot, stumbling all the way, avoiding other pedestrians until they found it.  He opened what he thought was the passenger side, and looked confused to find the driver's side there instead.  He led him around to the passenger side, then went back around to the driver's side, got in, and looked over.  Gav was twisted up in the seatbelt.

 He sighed, leaning over and readjusting it.  "This is a real nice car." A million times nicer than mine.  He drove a 2005 Pontiac G5 with temperamental air conditioning.  "This was...was Ian's car." He slumped against the window.

Wade started the car.  "Where do you live?" Gav mumbled the address, and they set off.  Their drive was quiet.  He could hear Gav crying softly in the darkness.  Eventually he pulled up outside a blue-painted house in Hyde Park.

"What a beautiful house." This guy lives the good life.  He got out and went around the car to extract Gav.  The redhead slumped against him, cackling, his mood having done a complete 180. "You're nice.  You're r-real nice.  Ian would have liked y...you."

"Alright, let's go in, get you in bed." "You coming with me?" "No.  Nope.  I'm just gonna get you settled in." Besides, you'd vomit if you saw how the rest of me looks. He unlocked the front door, and they stepped in, Wade taking in the beauty of the old house.

Way nicer than my two-room apartment.  "Alright, where's your bedroom?" "Up….stairs…" Wade dragged him up the stairs, unceremoniously dropping him in the middle of his bed.  "Alright, you're home." "I...I…" Gav began.  Then threw up. "Oh.  Oh Jesus.  Well, that's charming.  Hey, hey!  Don't roll over!  Let me get a towel.  Christ."

Muttering to himself, he went to the bathroom and  found a towel, then went out and cleaned up the mess.  "You're a n-nice guy, Wade." "Uh, thanks…"'S late.  You wanna stay over?" "Look, I'm gay too, but I'm not sleeping with you." "Don't have to.  Guest r..rooms…"

Suspiciously, Wade went out and looked.  There was a guest room, all made up.  He sighed.  It was  past 1 AM, and where was he gonna go?  His shitty apartment with the IKEA bed where he had to walk up 4 flights of stairs with his fake leg? He went back into Gav's room.  

"Okay, I'll stay.  But you better not try anything, Skippy." "I woooooon't." He switched off the light, and went into his room, where he shut the door.  He flopped onto the bed without removing his leg.  Gav seems like a nice enough guy.  A bit eccentric, maybe, but that may just be grief.  He scanned the walls.

There were photos of Ian up, some with Gav, some with another, black-haired man.  Wonder who that is.  Maybe he had a partner who died before Gav.  Then, his eyes widened.  He got up off the bed and walked closer to a picture of Ian and Gav, studying it carefully.

It hit him.  

This guy...I remember him!  He was attacked in an alley, throat cut!  I'd only been on the job 6 months! I worked on him while Mallard drove.  I kept him alive in the back of the ambulance.  Holy shit, I saved this guy's husband.

He sat back in bed, head in his hands.  

Do I tell him?  Do I keep this all to myself?  He lay back down on the bed, mind reeling, then he knew what he had to do.  He got out of bed, and went back to Gav's room.  "Gav?" He knocked on the open door.  The redhead was bleary-eyed, staring at his phone.  "Yeah?" "Hey, about Ian…."

 He perked up, looking slightly more sober at the mention of that name.  "W...what about him?" Wade averted his eyes, feeling nervous now.  "I used to be an EMT.  Back in May of 2015, I went out on a call where a man had been attacked and left for dead in an alley.  That man was…." He swallowed hard.  "It was Ian."

"W-what?" Gav's voice shook.  "I'm the first responder who kept him alive on the way to the hospital." Gav got up off the bed.  "You...you are…" He lunged forward, throwing his arms around Wade.  "Thank you.  Thank you.  You saved my Ian."

Gav's shoulders shook as he cried into Wade’s chest.  “Y-you’re a good man, Wade!  Such a good man!”  Wade was embarrassed now.  “I was just doing my job, Twizzler.”  Gav stepped back, a sad smile on his face.  “You’re a wonderful person.”  Wade blinked back tears.  “T-thanks….”  He never knew how to respond to thanks or praise.  “I’m...I’m gonna go to bed.  I’ll....see you in the morning.”

He went back into the guest room, shutting the door, shedding his hoodie as he sat on the bed.  He looked at his scarred arms and leg with a sigh as he unbuckled his prosthetic.  He crawled under the blankets, and rolled onto his side.  Gav...He seems like a nice guy.  Still grieving, obviously, but…  He shut his eyes.  It’d be nice if I could live in a place like this.  Slowly, he fell asleep.

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Morning

He woke up, confused.

What?  Where am I?  And then he remembered.  Right, I took that Gav guy home, and then it turns out I saved his dead husband’s life.  He strapped on his leg and pulled on his hoodie, covering his head.  Well, best go get the awkwardness outta the way.

He looked in on Gav’s room.  The redhead was completely passed out.  He continued on downstairs, grabbing a Pop-Tart from the pantry.  I should leave him a note before I call myself an Uber.  He grabbed a napkin, and quickly scrawled a note.  

Hey, Gav, thanks for letting me stay last night.  I had to leave early, but if you need anything, give me a call.  I took a Pop-Tart. - Wade Thompson.  He left his phone number and slipped quietly out the front door, already opening the Uber app.  He looked back at the house.  Who knows if he’ll call.  Maybe he’ll want a housemate.  Nah, I doubt that.

He stood at the edge of the curb, waiting on his ride.  That’s the most I’ve spoken to anyone outside of work in a long time.  He shuffled his feet, feeling self-conscious about that.  He looked back at the house.  I think...I kind of hope he calls me.

His Uber arrived, and he directed him downtown, where he knew he probably had a parking ticket, if not a towed car.  They got there, and his car was still there, albeit with a parking ticket.  He picked it up and looked at it.  $150.

He sighed, looking up at the sky, then smiled.

Worth every penny.

[spycethra]

Title: Unseen

Pairing: Gavin Reed x RK-900

Relationship Level: Secretly Dating

Rating: Fluff

Summary: Gavin meets an old colleague at a crime scene and they jokingly flirt with one another. Starting RK-900 Jealousy Timer in 3... 2...  

The serial murders occurring at the lakeside were starting to become a rather huge pain in the ass for the detective as he warily eyed his near-empty gas tank.

“I told you that we should have refilled at the gas station several miles back,” RK-900 scolded, already noticing the stress indicators littered across Gavin’s shoulders, neck, and back, “Now we will have to consult one of the other officers to see if they might be able to assist us.”

His partner’s gloved fingers curled tighter over the steering wheel, the leather scrunching threateningly as he did so.

“Just keep at it, Nines,” Gavin warned with a scowl though keeping his eyes on the road, “I might consider finding myself a new partner.”

“Hmph. Go ahead,” Richard responded coolly which caused the other a spike of alarm, “If you prefer a downgrade.”

The android took victory in hearing Gavin laugh through his nose, trying hard to keep his lips in a tight look of sternness but to no avail. He watched his partner quickly shake his head as the short breathy laugh came out anyway.

“You’re such a dick.”

“You wound me, Detective. I only speak the truth.”

“Uh huh.”    

The car rumbled against the snow covered path before inevitably hitting their destination. Four squad cars including an ambulance and a firetruck had all appeared at the scene. He slowed the vehicle to a crawl, parking near enough not to draw any attention. He really wasn’t in the mood to chat.  

Gavin sighed at the sight of all the sorry folks stuck out in the freezing cold at three in the morning thanks to a damn wannabe Zodiac killer that couldn’t hold off calling 911 at a more reasonable hour. Dark circles had already found their way beneath his eyes and no amount of caffeine was going to wash away the annoyance of examining yet another dead android.

“Are you ready, Reed?” RK-900 inquired, obviously noting his partner’s grim hesitance.

There was no question that the other was exhausted with these serial murders. They kept happening like clockwork on a Thursday night where the drop point was always just around the shoreline of St. Clair Lake.

The detective pressed his forehead deeply into the steering wheel while begging some higher power to provide him with the strength not to tear into some unlucky intern on account of his worn down state.

“I sense that you’re pushing yourself beyond your limits, Reed. Perhaps I could examine the crime scene while you take a brief rest in the car,” offered RK-900 gently yet he should have known better.

His human absolutely hated to be coddled… except when the situation demanded for it.   

“Shut up! I’m going! I’m going…” Gavin insisted angrily as he hit the steering wheel, causing the horn to accidentally go off.

He sat in silence while slowly closing his eyes. His aggravation seemed to rise with every tap of his fingers as he drummed them hatefully against the steering wheel. RK-900 merely sat idle, awaiting for his partner to calm down. Eventually Gavin would see reason.

He usually did, anyway.

But not right now, as with a deep breath, Gavin forced himself out of the car and into the cruel winter night that surrounded them.

Richard was quick to march to his side as his partner stumbled a bit in the snow during their walk towards the crime scene now illuminated by a slew of Nomad LED floodlights. Tarps were set up to cover the majority of the area to prevent any falling snow from burying any potential evidence.

“Got any Thirium 310 on scene, Rich?”

A tension filled the android’s chest at the sight of the calamity. First there was the horribly twisted body of the victim… but then there was what appeared to be a brutal draining of the deceased android’s blood. The culprit smeared it beneath the victim… like paint.

RK-900��s eyes narrowed.

“More than just a single android could hold…” he informed his partner, who dramatically hung in his head in reply as the snow billowed around them, “It was mixed with that of several other units…”

“...Fuck. Can you analyze any of it?”

“The thirium is compromised, Reed. I cannot.”

Richard stood calmly while his partner suddenly whirled around, violently kicking at a mound of snow just behind them.

“Fuuuuck!” he yelled in frustration to which everyone else was wise not to look up - at least not for too long - as the detective threw his expected conniption fit, “Fuck! Fucking fu-!”

“Well, if it isn’t fucking Gavin Reed!” came a thrilled shout just behind them.

The shorter man heatedly turned to see a silhouette of someone he hadn’t seen in months. She stepped forward with caramel hair wound tight in a low bun with a single green eye catching the detective in her sights while the other remained enshrouded in a decorative eye patch of engraved metal. Her white scrubs nearly blended her away into the snow blanketed shoreline, but her shivering frame was still a dead give away.

She bestowed the detective with a smile that spoke countless levels of mischief. Hugging her arms around herself, she gave him a proud chin lift in greeting.  

“Decanterrrr! And here I thought you went through with murdering everyone at the third precinct,” Gavin joked back with a softness that had RK-900 actually turning his head in amazement as his partner’s body language altered immediately, “What happened?”

Watching Gavin stuffing his hands into his coat pockets while seeming to fluff himself outwards more to seem bigger, RK-900 had no idea what was happening. Especially not when Gavin started to approach the female with a swagger typically reserved for the android. The sight made something in Richard’s biocomponents burn with something unseemly.

“Is she a criminal, Reed?” Richard interjected quickly while compiling an entire archive consisting of Dr. Decanter’s medical records, criminal history, social networking activity, occupational history, and educational background.

“Huh? What?” Gavin replied, turning to him as though surprised he was even there.

“I asked… if she is a criminal,” RK-900 repeated coldly, though not entirely sure why.  

Decanter eyed them both - though mostly the RK unit - with solid apprehension which the detective was quick to try and dissolve.

“Oh, yeah. I mean with curves like that and still single, I would presume so. Am I right?” Gavin teased with a grin her way before noting a frightening tension at his side.

Slowly his grey eyes traveled back to the silently seething android. To the untrained eye, anyone would think RK-900 was just standing there but not to Gavin… Richard looked ready to tear something apart.

It was all in the way his jaw would twitch just at the left corner. Just the left. If both moved, Gavin was still safe. ...But he felt too afraid to bother checking the other side and chose to just assume the worst.

He must just be dying to check the crime scene… The detective thought warily before shooting his old colleague a look of apology before staring back at his partner with a sigh.

“You and I both know you don’t have to ask me that. I bet you already scanned her, so you tell me.”

“...She’s... clean,” Richard answered gruffly, oddly disappointed that she didn’t even have anything as insignificant as a parking ticket.   

In fact… she was perfect. Highest grades. Summa cum laude. Impeccable case file record. The more he dared to delve into this Decanter’s life, the more Richard felt inclined to just forcefully drag his partner back to the car - abandoning the investigation.

It was a first for him… and completely unreasonable.

And very unlike him.

“Still hitting the gym, Gav?” the medical examiner asked cheerfully while nodding her head in the direction of the roped off area, proceeding making her way there.

Gav?

Richard bristled at the casual use of a nickname that he never even knew about.

He never had the chance to shorten Gavin’s first name before… Much less was even presented the privilege to.

“You bet your sweet ass,” Gavin replied cockily with a smirk as he followed her to the first body, leaving the RK unit behind as though he had come alone.

It felt almost deviant how repulsively entranced the detective became around this measly medical examiner. Gavin was completely relaxed compared to how he was just moments ago in the car. The android’s eyes narrowed while his face darkened considerably despite the blinding illumination surrounding him.

“What about you? How’s pilates been treating you?” Gavin asked her while kneeling down beside her to inspect the mangled android beneath the blue tarp.

RK-900 withheld the urge to join them, somehow feeling that doing so would feel like… an intrusion. He turned his head away from them yet his peripherals refused to let up as he heightened his hearing just to eavesdrop on them.  

“Oh shut uuup. You were right about that nonsense,” she admitted with a roll of her eyes as Gavin jokingly feigned a look of complete surprise, “Oh stop. You knew it would bore the hell out of me the entire time, didn’t you?”

“Well, I did warn you. But what have you been doing? Because those cheeks...” Gavin eyed her rear end playfully, allowing her mind to imagine the rest as he gave her a suggestive wink.

Her delighted laughter stung at the auditory receptors belonging to the eavesdropping investigator. It worsened as he heard Gavin laughing with her. The two leaned in, bumping into one another jokingly in an attempt to knock the other over.

Why am I even here?

Richard stilled as the sudden thought startled his natural processing. He turned his head to the duo again, watching them with their innocent smiles and weightless laughter despite being at a gruesome crime scene.

“Did you even get any stronger?”

“Pfft! Of course, I did. I could bench lift you if I felt like it."   

“Yeah right. Let me see.”

Without the slightest hesitation, Gavin outstretched his arm for her, curling it for her to exam the bicep through his coat.

“Mmmm. I can’t see anything. Guess it isn’t real.”

“Oh shut up and feel it already.”

It felt like slow motion for the android as he witnessed her hands getting ever so closer to his human’s bicep before finally squeezing for the truth. His insides felt as if the wiring tangled itself into unforgiving knots as a vile coldness swelled within him. One moment he felt ablaze with an energy without reason and the next he found himself in a void of nothingness.

It was almost as if his cognitive software couldn’t simply pick one method of misery for him to endure.

“Okay, okay! So you might have become a tee tad stronger than when I last saw you.”

“Damn straight. I’ve been really working on these babies sinc-Mmf!” A frozen hand clamped over the lower half of his face, sending jolts of confused sensations through his body as he was dragged roughly away from the examiner’s touch.

“Mmmnnngh!!”

“Hush now, Detective. You’re frightening your... colleague,” Richard remarked so frigidly that it could make an ice cube shiver.

Decanter’s eyes went wide seeing the oxen strength the android possessed, having scooped Gavin up as though he were just an oversized prize at a county fair. Only… people didn’t normally stifle any and all protest from the prize’s mouth. Nor did the prize wriggle and writhe against their owner in fussy dissent.

But that air of sudden superiority and determined success that exuded from the RK-900’s perfectly tempered expression were definitely part of it.

“I don’t apologize for the intrusion. In case you were wondering, doctor,” asserted the android frostily.

Her eyes drifted to Gavin still kicking in midair, his boots barely scraping the snow. It was then that she recognized that RK-900’s hand wasn’t wearing its skin.

“You see this,” Richard raised his struggling human just a little higher for emphasis, making sure to make his point burn like dry ice into her retinas, “This belongs to me.”

AN: Fun stuff, fun stuff. @judas-had-a-crown , I hope you enjoyed this drabble. XD It was fun to write though I felt so bad for RK-900. But in all fairness, Gavin wasn’t serious in his flirting. I promise. It’s mostly joking around. 

I mean, she’s wearing those big ol’ white SCRUBS. XD He can’t see anything physical about her anyway. So there you go in case it felt like Reed was cheating or something. He really wasn’t. He just expected RK-900 to get tunnel vision and start licking things - since that’s what he usually does.  

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Never Fall In Love With An Asshole (Connor X Gavin Angst)

Time appeared to be moving in slow motion for Connor. He could see the bullet slowly move through the air towards him and Gavin pushing him out of the way. He watched at the bullet pierced Gavin's chest before time seemed to go back to normal.

Gavin hit the ground first, blood already starting to puddle around him. He was breathing but barely, only managing quick, shallow breaths. Connor's heart squeezes in fear as he rushes to Gavin's side. He tried to smile but ended up coughing and grimacing in pain. A bit of blood dribbled down his chin.

"Gav- Gavin... Why...?" Connor whispered, tears running down his cheeks as he called 911. The shooter was long gone by now. Gavin simply stared at him with a soft smile.

"Because-" he pauses to cough up some blood. "Because I love you Connor." Gavin then takes a deep breath and falls into a coughing fit.

Connor just watches Gavin's face as the sounds and the world around him fade away. He places a gentle hand on Gavin's cheek and rubs his thumb along the others cheekbone.

"I love you too, Gavin," Connor whispers before kissing Gavin's forehead, tears dripping from his cheeks into his hair. Connor pulled away and scanned Gavin's vitals, watching his heart rate slow as he bled out.

Gavin smiled softly at Connor. "Never- Never forget me. I'll miss you, I love you." Slowly Gavin reached up and held Connor's face, the life slowly slipping from his eyes as he exhaled his final breath.

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@cellophxne

Ok here is the drabble thing. The last part may not be very well written but I tried and warning it is very feelsy. The song I blame waifu for because of the movie we were watching while I wrote this. Anyway please enjoy this drabble from the prompt thingy she reblogged.

TW: Blood, Death, Depression

Mina couln't help her hurt as she made her way back to the dorms. New dress, new perfume. She got her hair to cooperate after hours of fiddling with it and even did her make up. She waited an hour and a half and there was no sign of Sero anywhere. Maybe her forgot? No he seemed excited. So then why didn't he show? She gav out a soft sigh as she stopped outside the dorms. Her eyes glanced towards the boys dorms a moment, looking up at the windows she noticed faint light coming from Sero's window. Without thinking her feet started to carry her towards the boys dorms. She needed answers and they couldn't wait.

It was a slow trudge up the stairs, her heels clacking with each step she took. She turned down the hall and felt a shiver run down her spine. Something felt wrong but she didn't know why. As she got closer to Sero's room she noticed his door was slightly ajar and could smell the faint scent of iron in the air. Her heart jumped into her throat as she slowly pushed open the door. "Sero? Are you in here?" She asked. The room felt cold as she took a couple of steps before slipping and falling to the floor with a soft grunt. "What the hell?" She whispered before looking down to find herself covered in blood. Her eyes went wide before following the trail and finally spotting Sero slumped onto the floor in front of her. She gasped before clasping her hands over her mouth. Tears started down her cheeks as she slowly pulled one hand away and slowly reached it out to him, giving a soft shake. "Sero please. This isn't funny! Please! I don't like this!" She choked out between sobs. After getting no response she let out an agonizing scream.

The rest of the night felt like a blur to Mina. Denki had been the one to hear her shriek first and rushed into the room. He stopped for a moment and called 911 before draping a blanket over her. "Mina come on. You don't need to see this." Mina shook her head as sobs shook her body. "He was supposed to meet me. We had plans...I...." She stopped, choking on her words as she reached out and ran her fingers through Sero's hair. "I didn't even get to tell him how much he meant to me. I have had this crush for so long, that he knows but....I felt more. I think I actually..." Denki stopped her after a moment, wrapping his arms around her and helping her up. "Trust me Mina. He knew." He gave her a soft smile before leading her out of the room.

After a few minutes the police and an ambulance arrived. They got Mina's statement and took the body away. It was a blur to her, wrapped in a blanket and sitting outside staring at the sidewalk. She looked up when she heard footsteps ad looked up to see Denki returning from giving his statement. She looked curiously at the bo in his hand, watching as he held it out to her. "The police found this on his desk. It has your name on it and they figured it should get to you." Mina took the box from his hands gently, flipping open to the note and reading it.  'I know your birthday isn't for another week but I wanted to give you this early. I hope you like it. Happy Birthday Pinky. ~Sero~<3'. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes as she opened it and found a simple gold bracelet with two charms. The first one was a gold heart that had their initials in it. The other was a small tape dispenser. A small chuckle graced her lips as she reached up to wipe the tears from her eyes. "Tonight was supposed to be our first date you know." She said softly as she stared at the beautiful gift in front of her. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The week passed by slowly. Mina felt nothing but numbness as she went through her daily routine. Her pep was gone. She was just going through the motions. She had even finally met Sero's family and helped with the funeral and grieving where she could, even offering to sing her feelings at his funeral as well as saying a few words. Her smiles were few and far between and she had focused more on studying and practicing the piano than anything.

Finally the day of the funeral arrived. Mina sat off to the side with Sero's mother as people gave their condolences. After a while Denki came, checking up on Mina along with the rest of the class. She gave a soft smile as her tears started. "I'll be alright guys I promise." She reached up to wipe the tears from her eyes, the small charms on her bracelet swaying with each movement of her hand. She hadn't taken the bracelet off since she had showered that night. It was far too precious to her.

Once Mina was done giving her hugs to her classmates the service started. Mina took her seat, being invited to sit with Sero's mom, holding her hand for comfort. SHe felt a hand on her shoulder and looked back to Denki, giving him a soft smile before looking foreward. It went by slowly. Prayers were said and stories were shared, some of them sweet and other's causing roars of laughter from the crowd. Finally Mina got to her feet, ready to say her peice. She took a deep breath before speaking.

"Sero was a great friend to many of us at U.A. To me he was a lot more than that. He was my best friend. My confidont. Someon who could always put a smile on my face on my worst days. He had such a big heart and it showed. He always had our backs. He had such a great personality. I had a crush on him from the moment I met him. " She paused, letting a small giggl escape her lips as a few chuckles came from the crowd. "On the night we lost him, I was waiting for him at a resturant. We were finally going on our first date. Honestly words can not express how I feel about Sero or how great he is so I am going to be trying something different." She took another deep breath before moving over to the piano and taking a seat. Sh wiggled her fingers a moment before placing them on the keys and starting to play. After a few bars she started to sing along with the melody.

'It's hard to believe That I couldn't see You were always there beside me Thought I was alone With no one to hold But you were always right beside me This feelings like no other I want you to know

I've never had someone that knows me like you do The way you do I've never had someone as good for me as you No one like you so lonely before i finally found What i've been looking for'

Her voice was soft and sweet as she played the slow melody. She knew it was going to be hard and she had to keep her voice from cracking as tears started to pour from her eyes. Still she continued to sing.

'So good to be seen So good to be heard Don't have to say a word For so long I was lost So good to be found I'm loving having you around This feeling's like no other I want you to know

I've never had someone that knows me like you do The way you do I've never had someone as good for me as you No one like you So lonely before, I finally found What I've ben looking for'

She let out a soft sniffle as she finished out the song. When she finished she took a moment to compose herself before moving to the casket. She gave a soft smile before placing a hand on Sero's. "I can't begin to tell you how much you are missed Sero. You were taken from us too soon. I love you. I can only hope that you are happy." She gave another smile before sitting back down, tears continuing to stream down her cheeks. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had been a month since the funeral as Mina walked back to her dorm from classes. Sero's killer was still at large and Mina was still in mourning. She had changed a lot, her bright smile slowly coming back but still not as bright as it use to be. Something in her heart had been missing.

She entered her dorm room and tried to turn on the lights, finding them failing her. She muttered a soft curse as she threw down her bag and fumbled around to find her desk. She finally found it but froze as she heard a voice behind her. "About time you got him girly. I have been studying you for a month now." Her body froze as a shiver went down her spine. "You're the one who stole him from me." She whispered softly. She could sense the sneer without having to turn around. "Such a shame. You should know the last word on his lips was you name. 'don't hurt Mina.' I believe he said. I didn't make any promises." She took a deep breath and started to turn. As soon as she did she felt the knife go through her chest. "You will be caught." She spat out before falling to the floor. She moved her hand, staring at the charms on her wrist as the killer continued his work. Tears stun her eyes as pain flashed through her body. Finally she hear footsteps as he left her to bleed out in her room. "I'm so sorry Sero. I'll see you soon." She whispered, bleeding out as she stared strait forward, to her wrist, to the charms that adorned it slowly getting covered in blood.

[altschmerzes]

also this seems...... wildly out of character for albert imo. like, not in a sense that ‘a character i like is doing something i think is wrong’ bc i know the difference between ‘i don’t like it’ and ‘it’s unrealistic,’ but in the sense that we have never seen him speak positively of his and chim’s dad and they do Not seem close. for there to be like.......... no development there and then suddenly he’s doing This, it just doesn’t track to me at all. i don’t buy it. it’s like- both assuming that it’s obvious this is something someone would think was a Good And Moral Thing To Do (which seems to be where the LessonTM of this little arc is building o) and that it’s a thing that albert specifically would obviously do. and just..... i am not convinced. at all.

[altschmerzes]

watching the 911 season 6 episode centred on hen and karen and thinking back on that time i saw somebody talk about how they “hate popular media now” and wouldn’t watch the show again until bu/ddie was canon because they just couldn’t watch shows without “accurately portrayed lgbt characters” and had. as the show that did this so good that they developed this stance, fucking supernatural. that was incredible. i have never seen something so brain rotted in my life. ah yes, one of these shows has written Good Queer Rep and one hasn’t and obviously the one that did it good was not the one who has a black lesbian in their primary cast of characters-

[altschmerzes]

“i love you too much to let you continue to be so tragically depressingly…” “some might say embarrassingly” “single” ah yes the running theme i hate, the ‘let’s badger buck in every scene he’s in about why he’s not dating who he should be dating and when he’s going to start dating’ theme

[altschmerzes]

HOOOO BOY the “a bunch of people from maddie’s 911 calls come to the cafeteria to give her a rousing speech about how amazing she is” scene i hate this so much please. i can’t watch thiiiiis it’s literally so inappropriate and invasive. nobody in this scene is being treated like a human person except for her and it’s SUCH an insanely bad look. josh and sue are too good at their jobs to have NOT known how wildly not okay this is and it’s got all this swelling heartwarming music over the top of it, i cant ahsisbsksn

[altschmerzes]

911 s3

this repeated motif of hen and athena talking to bobby about how they feel about their kids and making direct analogies to how he’s feeling about and dealing with buck is my fave. it’s so blatant and i simply...... love tropes.

[altschmerzes]

for all else that can be said, unspeakably enormous love for the way this show has done a blended family. the grant-nash family my fucking beloved.

[altschmerzes]

911 s3

“buck says he’s sorry about the blood and hopes he didn’t ruin anything” okay but are we ever going to actually TALK about buck’s serious self-worth issues 911, or,,,,, because this is one of a hundred different times he makes it blatantly clear he doesn’t value his own wellbeing or has wildly skewed priorities and assumes that other people don’t care much whether he’s hurt or even alive sometimes, and we never actually. talk about it? we didn’t even really talk about it in his ‘begins’ episode. it came up vaguely, but it didn’t get in any actual way resolved it just. ough. no good.

[altschmerzes]

genuinely. i love josh so much.

[altschmerzes]

i love the roundtable ‘what would you be doing if not this’ scene, it’s very funny right until we get to buck, “uh. i don’t know. i’m not getting fired am i?” which is. OOF buddy ouch.