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lesbianwyllravengard · 2 years ago

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I posted 5,267 times in 2022

That's 3,322 more posts than 2021!

546 posts created (10%)

4,721 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@elytrians

@corinthussy

@anonymous428315516723114213

@ayantiel

lmfao my lovely mutuals and then james

I tagged 4,183 of my posts in 2022

Only 21% of my posts had no tags

#dbh - 1,171 posts

#incorrect dbh - 503 posts

#detroit become human - 430 posts

#dbh connor - 360 posts

#dbh gavin - 332 posts

#dbh nines - 277 posts

#star wars - 264 posts

#reed900 - 256 posts

#gavin reed - 238 posts

#dbh markus - 212 posts

the fact that connor is #4. time to kms. Truly embarrassing

Longest Tag: 138 characters

"#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

1,198 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

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*

1,247 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

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.

1,284 notes - Posted October 29, 2022

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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9,269 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

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lostinanothersmemories · 3 years ago

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Hey! Since you're a person who seems to be comfortable with writing casual smut (which I enjoy a lot!) may I perhaps get some D.A.M.N. polycule 18+ headcanons? Or, if you're not comfortable with the poly stuff just tiny bits about the D.A.M.N. boys. (no Kody though, in case it was needed to be specified)

Thank you in advance!

friends and echo we did it i've carved a corner to be a casual smut person. I've never written smut with more then three people in it but I will try my best. I'm assuming Gavin/Freelancer is included if not my apologises!

18+ underneath!

Lasko and Damian is usually with someone else but on their own was caused by teasing by Gavin. It ended up with Lasko being fucked on his desk

Gavin is the starter typically enough poking and prodding. His semi-public events with Freelancer didn't go unnoticed. Especially when Damian ended up dropping the information that they definitely weren't being quiet enough.

The first time it was more than just Gavin and Freelancer, Lasko joined in. Gavin on top of both of them each tiny movement of his hip causing Freelancer to move inside Lasko (from a strap or their actual addition)

Huxley is a really soft and caring lover he's the one to sweet talk the entire time "You feel so good did you know that, god you're so incredible" Stuff to make the toughest incubus' swoon.

Damian was hesitant of course he knew his own attraction to them, it wasn't until exams were back up and Freelancer insisted they study at their place. Which caused Gavin to helpfully apply a little stress relief when Freelancer got frustrated giving no warning towards a kiss on their neck. Poor Damians thigh was immediately grabbed by Freelancers hand in shock. Despite their apologises he insisted it was alright. But the way they were still breathless from the attack was already making him redder then a flame. Freelancer's not oblivious at how he eyes keep lingering. Gavin especially notices how they voice changes when they emphasize "My neck is just really really sensitive, soft, warm heat." There's really no words exchanged when he cautiously moves closer with his hands on their cheeks pulling them into a gentle kiss. (But that's soft now the proper smut)

Their completely first time all together was mostly luck (i'll act like a parent for a sec communicate with your partner(s) before sex no matter how vanilla or tame) Freelancer and Lasko on their bed rutting against each other through their clothes, Lasko pawing at their clothes wanting them off but not being allowed to.

Huxley was next walking in without noticing and immediately asking "Oh shit, sorry do you want me to go?" He didn't go Freelancer ushered him over moving them all with Lasko on his chest his hands holding and feeling underneath his shirt.

Poor Lasko all overstimulated and whiny whining loud enough to be easily picked up by the incubus who was on a run with Damian, the sweat is really quite a sight. Not letting him avoid the new experience because of nerves Gavin's hand slips into Damian tugging him along. Gavin is faced with the feast before him and Damian is already trying to hide the effect it's having until Freelancer notices him and whines out his name.

Making it easy on myself i imagine Gavin's attraction to bj's helps out when Huxley is filling out Lasko's insides so well while Damian is damn near about to break the bed if Freelancer doesn't stop digging their nails into him, though he's happy to see freealancer on their hands and knees kissing Lasko as he's flat on his back giving Gavin the chance to entertain a hand around Lasko making him shake in pleasure or to use that flexibility he obviously has to suck at Freelancer under them

#oh god im bad at writing more then three people #i hope this is good? i rambled a lot #nsft

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fandom-necromancer · 4 years ago

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Coffee, Crushes and Complications 2

Okay, this was prompted a lot by the lovely @headfulloffantasy @nobodygtb2 and two anons! I hope I could do the demand justice!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 [Prequel] [Part1] [Part3] [Part4]

Tina sighed. She didn’t even have to look up to know who was approaching her first thing the next morning. The RK900 stopped at a respectful distance to her desk and clasped his hands behind his back. He opened his mouth, but Tina interrupted before a single word left his lips. ‘Yes, I think Gavin meant what he said to you yesterday. No, I don’t think he wants to see you again. No, I don’t know how you can win him over.’ The android looked at her in confusion, closed his mouth and opened it again. ‘Don’t try telling me you don’t have a crush on this man’, Tina just warned. The RK900 sighed deeply and pulled over a chair from the neighbouring booth sitting down in front of her. ‘First off, I don’t have a crush, I just admire his work and Reed seems like an extraordinary person-‘ ‘That’s kind of a crush though.’ ‘I don’t-‘ RK900 stopped and grinded his teeth in frustration. ‘Listen, I just want to apologize.’ ‘Yeah, because the last time you tried it worked perfectly’, Tina teased. ‘Maybe it’s because I approached him unexpectedly? Maybe if I could ask for a-‘ ‘A date?’ ‘A meeting’, he stressed. ‘So we can properly talk about it.’

Tina kneaded her forehead. ‘Listen, Rich, you are talking about Gavin Reed here. The guy can’t stand talking properly about anything. And I thought you got his message last time: He doesn’t want your apology. He is happy, he found his place in life. I don’t think your apology will mean much to him. Especially when you have done nothing wrong.’ She looked the android in the eyes. ‘Drop that damn apology. You did apologise and Gavin didn’t care. That’s your part done. Except if what you want from him is more than just that.’ The RK900 glared at her. ‘Hey, all I’m saying is you could ask him out like any normal person.’ ‘I am only interested in having my apology heard’, RK900 spat with a blue-tinted face, then he rolled the chair back and left Tina giggling. Yeah. Sure.

‘Don’t get too used to these snacks’, Gavin laughed as his cat basically inhaled the slimy paste Elijah pressed out of the tube. ‘Daddy did get a raise, but I can’t compete with Eli.’ ‘Oh, I don’t think you will wither away to nothing’, Eli laughed petting Bready with a smile. ‘You get fatter every time I visit.’ ‘Hey, that’s not true’, Gavin protested. ‘You are a lady! Don’t listen to him!’ Eli put away the cat snacks and went back to Gavin on his couch where the cold beer was slowly warming up. ‘Now, tell me, with whom did you sleep to get this raise?’ ‘With your mom’, Gavin muttered back what had Eli nearly choking on his drink. ‘God, Gavin, your mom jokes? Really?’ ‘Hey, with us it’s funny because I can actually say it without bashing myself.’ ‘Still gross.’ ‘Maybe.’

‘So you won’t tell me?’ ‘Urgh, I will but it’s not that interesting. Just embarrassed some rich asshole on camera and made him spill all his shit as he tried to get back on track.’ ‘Do I have to worry?’ Gavin laughed and boxed his shoulder. ‘Hey, not anymore. These days you stopped being a rich asshole. Now you are just rich. I mean come on, you basically presented the police the culprits on a silver plate. Not many people in your position would do this.’ ‘It’s bad for business if someone would find out’, Eli shrugged. ‘Better to get these idiots out of the way now and use it to better our image.’ Gavin looked over to his brother suspiciously. ‘Also androids are people now and it’s against the law to try force them back to be slaves.’ ‘Sure, that one too’, Eli grinned. ‘Seems like you compete hard to regain the title of rich asshole…’ ‘Nah, I’m just getting on your nerves, brother, believe me. I love Chloe like a daughter, even if I wanted to, she wouldn’t let me.’

They sat next to each other for a while and watched how Bready tried to hustle another snack from Elijah. ‘And, any plans for the future?’, Eli asked finally, lifting up his cat to pet her what she accepted begrudgingly playing for the long game. ‘For the future? Hmm, not phcking up what I worked for I guess.’ ‘I meant personally. Are you considering dating again?’ ‘Says the man who decided that he’s fine alone.’ ‘I am’, Eli stressed, allowing no further discussion. ‘But doesn’t mean that’s the life for you.’ Gavin sighed and leaned his head back on the rest closing his eyes. ‘I’m not saying I didn’t consider it. But I’m a bit tired of it. I mean dates and getting to know people is fine, but… Most of the time it’s just an excuse for one-night stands and if I looked for that, I wouldn’t have put in all that effort of trying to figure out whether we fit together or not, you know?’ ‘My little brother being romantic? Is the world ending?’ ‘I mean, I’m successful and happy, might as well… But nah, maybe I am romantic, but I’m done having fun and playing around, I would like something constant in my life. Damn, maybe I’m just getting old?’ Eli laughed. ‘Hey, it’s valid. I understand you. Maybe you could ask Tina, she seems to have a good nose for people.’ ‘Right’, Gavin resigned. ‘”Hey, Tina, didn’t you date a few guys in the beginning? Any of them still available?” Real good idea.’ ‘Just trying to help.’ ‘I know. Let’s talk about something else, okay?’

Elijah had stayed late and although he had helped, Gavin still was left trying to tidy up the kitchen in the evening. After he finally finished cleaning, he decided to check his phone and then head in for the night. It should turn out being a mistake:

>Hello Mr. Reed. >I am sorry for this unexpected message. I found your number by interfacing with Tina’s phone because I don’t know how to reach you any other way. >You have told me you don’t want my pity. I understand that. But I hope you understand my situation as well. I still feel guilty. But I know another apology won’t be accepted by you. >Instead, maybe we could meet for a coffee? To talk about it and get to know each other? From what I’ve seen in your work you are a very interesting man. >I’m sorry if this sounded weird. >I’m new to texting. >Please let me know if that would be acceptable.

Gavin frowned. He had immediately connected the messages to belong to the other Connor, this… Richard? But why did this android bother him again after he basically – no, literally told him to phck off? He read the texts again and hovered over the keyboard. Should he ignore it? Text back? And in what way? He was tempted to just write where the android could stick his words, but it seemed to be a honest concern of the RK. Hell, maybe e should agree just to get rid of him? A part of him was interested in knowing who the new guy was that had replaced him. A part of him he never acknowledged, because he was over his last life, he was over and done with it. He had become better. He had grown. Maybe he should do the right thing and indulge the stupid android. He sighed and began typing.

Fine.< When and where?<

RK900 couldn’t believe what he saw on the display of his phone. >I’m here, where the fuck are you? Well, he couldn’t believe the human had agreed to it in the first place. After how abrasive he had been when they had met in the coffee shop… but well, here they were and RK900 knew he just had to wait and see how it would go. I am sitting at the table in the corner. I see you.< Already got us coffee and something to eat I hope you like.< ‘Damn persistent bot you are’, Gavin sighed as he went over to the table where the Connor-lookalike sat. ‘You agreed to it’, the android shrugged. ‘Yeah, I guess I have. Truth to be told, I don’t really know why. I was a bit tipsy, but that’s no explanation.’

RK900 didn’t know how to answer to that and just pushed the coffee and a slice of cake over to the human, who huffed with a smile. ‘At least I do like what you decided to get. By the way, you don’t have to pay for this shit, okay?’ ‘You didn’t accept my apology. See it as indulging an android’s bad conscience.’ Gavin shrugged again and took the first fork of cake. ‘Hey, not saying no to free food.’ ‘Good to hear as I can’t eat it.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yes. Everything liquid is… fine, although a bit of a mess later on.’ ‘But still you drink coffee?’ ‘Like the taste.’ Gavin smirked, but otherwise said nothing until he had downed half his cake.

‘Alright, bot, what did you want to talk about?’, Gavin asked. ‘My name is Richard.’ ‘That’s a shit name, Dick.’ ‘Please don’t call me that.’ ‘Sure as hell won’t call you Richard. That’s a grandfather’s name. Chose it yourself?’ ‘No’, the android sighed. ‘But it’s what most people called me after I said it’s a name I would consider.’ Gavin huffed from his nose at that. ‘Yeah that sucks.’ ‘I mean I do like it in a way. But I still consider myself RK900.’ ‘Okay, I get how people call you Richard now.’

‘Anyways, what I really wanted to talk about was you.’ ‘Me?’, Gavin asked. ‘Really, that’s a bad decision.’ ‘I am amazed of your work.’ ‘Okay?’ ‘And how you managed to solve some cases… I truly hope to one day be as good as you were.’ Gavin looked the android in the eyes trying to figure out if this was a joke. It wasn’t. Gavin cringed a bit as he answered: ‘Well, I’m sure it’s just experience. Was in this job for seventeen years. You learn a thing or two.’ ‘But you proved remarkable talent from the very beginning’, the android pointed out. ‘Listen, you don’t need to be nice to me. I was a real asshole. I was good at one thing and one thing only and that was my job. I sucked at everything else.’ ‘I’m sure Tina would beg to differ.’ ‘Differing is her phcking hobby.’ That actually made the android laugh. It sounded weird and mechanical. ‘Oh, that’s a good one, need to remember that.’

Gavin looked at the android who grinned wide and caught himself smiling too. Immediately he willed it away. This was supposed to be a one-time thing. Letting the android talk about what bothered him and then never see him again. But… When had he decided that? He thought about what his therapist had told him. Change your old behaviours if you want to change how people see you and better yourself, fake it if you must. Was this old Gavin speaking? Or new Gavin? Phck.

‘She really can be a pain in the ass’, Richard - RK900 – whatever – ripped him out of his thoughts. ‘But she is a good friend.’ ‘You two are friends?’ ‘Yes. She honoured your promise by the way. She never talked about you. That’s actually what made me want to know you for a long time.’ ‘For a long time?’, Gavin asked, lifting one brow. ‘I mean, if you haven’t been active very long I guess everything is a long time. But no, I read a lot about you when I started to work at the police, and I wanted to know the man behind the name.’

Gavin was a bit weirded out and some part of him wanted to shut this conversation down immediately. But he decided against it. Maybe this was worth a shot. ‘Well, then ask away. I’m not that interesting but go ahead.’ Apparently that had been the only sign the android had needed because the questions started to come down like rain: ‘What kind of music do you like?’ ‘Are you a dog person?’ ‘Any hobbies?’ ‘How did you find your new job?’ ‘What’s the name of your cat?’ Initially Gavin had thought to spend an hour max at this café with the android. But the hours flew past as he answered the android’s questions and listened as he shared information on the different topics himself. And as they stood up and left the café with them both awkwardly standing on the street in front of it, Gavin realised he actually had enjoyed this day quite a lot. He looked up at the android, who rubbed his neck and… was that a blush? When they made eye-contact, RK900 spoke up, obviously self-conscious: ‘I… I really liked talking to you, Gav- Mr. Reed?’ ‘Gavin is fine. And I think I- No, I enjoyed it too. You are a nice person. You deserve the job you got, okay?’ And if he hadn’t been sure before, now that blue tint unmistakably was a blush.

‘Would you-‘ ‘Would you like-‘ They looked at each other and burst into laughter. It was Gavin, who recovered first and nodded. ‘Yeah. I would like. Next weekend? Same place same time?’ ‘Gladly.’

[>next part]

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #Elijah Kamski #WHY ARE THEY SO CUTE TOGETHER??? I can't understand it.#soft Nines #Damn I wanted to include how Nines becomes Gavin's nickname for RK900 and he likes it a lot. So he is Richard for work and Nines in private #Because I like all names for RK900 but Nines is in my heart #I'll stop rambling

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coffee-chaos · 4 years ago

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k i did a reed900 thing

I've added a youtube channel to make the Reed900 playlist and I regret nothing. It’s one and a half hours of mostly electronic, semi-retro, semi-soft music and with a slight pinch of deep chill bass. Hope someone will enjoy it. Please, tell me if it’s not working, I’m a dumbass with technology and could’ve fucked it up.

The Man who Made a Monster by Dance with the Dead - kinda an intro for Nines who is tough and shit but not limited to darkcore only.

The Wolf by SIAMÉS - the very beginning when Nines appears in Gavin’s life.

Eyes of Madness by Dance with the Dead - the growing anger and frustration due to Nines being so very convenient thus threatening to Gavin.

Coffin Dance synthwave/retro 80s remix - Gavin is pissed and exhausted, he’s trying to get a distraction while they have to stick together for whatever reason.

It’s Mine by Mystery Skulls - tensioned angst as Gavin tries to show Nines his place, or more how tiny and unwanted it is.

She Wants Me Dead by Cazzette - more angst as they are involved in activities together.

Ghost by Mystery Skulls - angst softening to mutual poking & inner jokes as they actually make a good team but don’t mention that.

Watching You by Dance with the Dead - growing mutual curiosity and unnoticable fundament for trust; I loooooove imagining them driving in the night to this song.

Paralyzed by Mystery Skulls - Nines catches feelings, trying to sort things out without leaking anything.

Cartoons and Vodka by Jinkx Monsoon - Gavin slightly opening up.

Moonshine by Caravan Palace - questioning how they feel about each other.

No Lullaby by SIAMÉS - processing feelings, getting flashbacks, more questioning for both.

Broken (acoustic) by lovelytheband - half confessions and trying to back up.

As You Get High by SIAMÉS - silent admiration and support, cause feelings are complicated and overwhelming, and it seems easier to do things without admitting them.

Sleepless by Cazzette ft. the High - guess it goes to something gone wrong, shutting hearts up and getting rough again.

Supersonics by Caravan Palace - sleep deprived Gavin laughs at himself in the bathroom pointing out he can’t get Nines out of his head.

Fear by SIAMÉS - doubts doubts doubts.

Banshee by Dance with the Dead - screaming in the night, waiting till dawn to text your partner.

Kickstart My Heart remix by Dance with the Dead - Gavin reconnecting to his heart with Nines by his side.

Messed Up by june - more processing feeling and understandig their place in each others’ lives.

White Flag by Delta Heavy - surrender to your partner and apologise for being an asshole, please.

Nameless World by Skip the Use - mutual healing and ‘we’ll get there’ mood.

Slow Dance With You Adventure Time cover by Ashe - what else to say, they are happy about small things.

Into the Night by Nero - the freedom having your person and being someone’s trusted one.

Hellbent by Mystery Skulls - sharing thoughts, exploring something deep & raw you know.

Peanut Butter Jelly by Galantis - soft poking, caring and exciting shared experiences.

Magic by Mystery Skulls feat. Brandy and Nile Rodgers - more showering each other with affection and not being afraid to expose feelings.

Summer Nights by SIAMÉS - the happy ending I guess, cause they deserve one in whatever AU they are.

#dbh #detroit: become human #reed900 #reed900 playlist #dbh gavin #dbh nines #rk900 #gavin reed #i am shamefully procrastinating writing #with that pace i'll post something in a year or two #or be dead #if you got here well thanks for tolerating me please take care of yourself uwu #the edited playlist #28 SONGS

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connorandersons-blog · 5 years ago

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“Be you. No one else can.” :RK1700 Connor feels like Nines is unhappy with working with his predecessor but Nines doesn't feel that way

Ahhhh this turned out to be really fucking adorable. Like??? Where is all this fluff coming from??

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Having Nines around was a bit odd if he was being honest. He mostly followed them around, only joining in the conversation when it pertained to the case.

Connor had tried to include him, but each time Nines would glare at the floor and not say anything.

Then Hank or anyone else talks to him and he seems to open up a bit. He was still quiet but he would at least answer them.

So this had to do with Connor. He couldn't really blame him, it must be weird working with someone you were supposed to replace.

Connor didn't have to worry about being replaced now with Markus gaining rights for all of their people. So he wasn't bothered by Nines at all. He was actually interested in getting to know him, maybe being a friend.

Nines seemed to have the opposite idea. If Connor walked towards him he often turned away if he could.

It had gotten a bit too much when Nines had been talking with Gavin in the break room. Connor had gone in to get Hank a coffee and Nines immediately stopped his conversation and left the room.

Gavin just stared after him before looking to Connor. "You know what this is about?"

Connor just shrugged. "Not really, but he seems to be avoiding me. I assumed he'd get more comfortable after the first few months. It just seems to be getting worse. He won't even look me in the eyes anymore."

Maybe Connor had done something to provoke this. He couldn't think of anything off the top of his head but he'll definitely go through all of his memories when he gets the chance.

"Well shit. He could just feel bad cause you were the first android around here. Or maybe you intimidate him. Not really sure how with your huge hoodies, but whatever." Gavin took a sip of his coffee before cringing. "Ugh, I forgot I was getting new coffee for a reason."

Connor snorts as Gavin throws his coffee out and grabs a new cup.

Connor was guilty for wearing large hoodies more often than not. Who could blame him? They were comfortable and warm. Plus he could flap his arms around and have the sleeves 'accidentally' hit someone.

"I'll talk to him. Or I'll at least try. He completely shuts up the moment I bring up anything that isn't case related. What were you two talking about?" Connor asks, grabbing a cup for Hank.

Gavin gives him the pot once he's down and grabs two sugar packets and a package of creamer. "I was talking about the pride parade. He asked me about who could go to it."

Hank had taken to Connor to pride after he came out about liking people of all genders. He even bought him a rainbow flag that he now proudly hangs on the wall in his bedroom.

"Oh! Do you think he could be gay?" He reached over and grabbed a creamer.

Gavin shrugs, before taking a long sip of his coffee, giving it a nod of approval. "Could be. Honestly I can't tell with him. He's too closed off to get a good read."

Connor knew what he meant. He thought after months of working together he'd at least know Nines's favorite color. "Thanks for the help, Detective."

"It's Gavin, you ass, and whatever. See you later." He says as they split ways.

Connor walks over and puts the coffee down on Hank's desk before looking around. "Where did Nines go?"

Hank looks up and gives him a smile for the coffee. "Uh? Oh, he wanted to check out the evidence again."

"Thanks." He mumbles before walking away. Hank shrugs to himself and gets back to work.

Connor moves through the crowded space before slipping into the evidence room. He's tempted to lock the door but he doesn't want Nines to feel trapped.

Nines is indeed looking at the evidence for their most recent case. He stiffens when the door closes but he doesn't turn around.

The doors slide open as Connor swipes his card against it and he slowly walks in. "Nines, do you have a moment?"

Nines doesn't move for a second but Connor watches as his LED flashes between colors so fast he almost can't track it. "Of course, how can I help you, Detective?"

Ugh, yeah he knew why everyone dropped the titles unless absolutely necessary.

"I know this is unprofessional but I needed to talk to you. I know it's probably been hard coming here to work, and then you were assigned to help Hank and I out. People probably compare you to me and vise versa. It can be annoying but I want you to be comfortable here. Just, be you. No one else can."

Nines was once again staring at the floor, hands clasped behind his back. "Thank you, but that is not the problem."

"So there is a problem? Is someone hurting you? You know you can report that and it'll be handled. We can protect you. I'll protect you." Connor said, stepping forward.

"I don't need protection, I'm perfectly capable of handling myself." It was completely frustrating when he spoke like that, his voice monotonous.

"But you don't have to! We are here for you. If I did something please tell me. I can't apologize or make it better if I don't know what I do!" He said, throwing his hands up before letting them hang limply at his sides.

Nines quickly shakes his head and ducks it even further. It must be the lighting, otherwise Connor could have sworn Nines was blushing.

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then why are you avoiding me? I just want to get along, maybe be friends if you'll let me." He wanted to so bad it hurt. Why couldn't he see how much he wanted to get to know him?!

"I see I have made you uncomfortable while trying to avoid such a thing. I apologise and I will change my actions accordingly." Nines said, taking another step back.

Connor was so frustrating he was pulling at his hair just slightly. "No! I don't want you to change who you are because it might make me or anyone uncomfortable! You need to be you and if we don't like that then we can kiss our own asses. We earned the right to live so fucking do it."

Nines head snapped up and Connor felt hope bubble up. Maybe he had gotten through!

Nines took a few steps forward and Connor shrinks back just slightly. Or maybe he had just pissed him off.

Which was kind of a good thing to get any reaction out of him but he really didn't want to get punched today.

Before he could even react Nines had bent down and pressed their lips together. Then Nines was running out of the room and Connor stood there shocked.

Oh.

Oh! Oh it all made sense now! Nines didn't actually hate him! Nines just liked him. This was so much better than he was hoping for.

Now looking back at everything it was actually adorable. Nines was shy. He didn't know why, he had every right to be confident.

He didn't know how long he was standing there, touching his tingling lips before his brain is filled with a message from Hank.

Right, they still had a case to solve. Once the case was finished he was definitely talking to Nines, and hopefully getting another kiss.

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overobsessivewhumper · 5 years ago

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Mutt’s hospital visit

Ahhhh... Finally i got to writing! This took too long! Not one of my best works, but hey... This is extra bad, because my knowledge of hospitals and medicine are very limited

Content warning: hospital, broken ribs, mention of other injuries, modern slavery, past abuse

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Gavin should have noticed sooner. It was so obvious. Any other person would have noticed. Everything was pointing to it. The coughing, Caleb’s shallow and careful breathing, the way he occasionally clutched his side in pain when he thought Gavin wasn’t paying attention to him. But Gavin didn’t notice, did he? Not until he finally came around to asking Caleb to show him what’s wrong and saw the very unnatural shift of rib bones along his right side.

And Gavin’s ignorance is precisely the reason he’s currently driving as fast as he dares, heart rate going a whole lot faster then it probably should in a healthy human, whilst Caleb sits on the passenger seat, looking equal parts absolutely terrified and confused. Gavin should have noticed sooner. Caleb could have died of internal bleeding! Hell, he could be dying right now!

“Just… Just hang in there Caleb. It’s fine. You’re… You’re going to be fine! This is all fine! You are not dying!” Gavin wondered who he was actually trying to reassure; Caleb, or himself. Gavin glances over at Caleb. Caleb does not look reassured.

“D… Dying?! I’m… I’m dying?” Gavin curses himself for being this shit at handling stress situations.

“No. No. It’s fine Caleb. I… You’re going to be fine! It’s just… just broken ribs. It’s fine.” Turning his attention back to the road, Gavin tries to get his breathing in check, attempting a few slow and deep breaths in a row. Gavin can feel Caleb’s eyes on him, getting the feeling that the man next to him is burning to ask him something, but doesn’t dare to say anything.

“You want to say something, right? Go on. You always have my permission to speak.” Gavin’s words come out a bit choked between his shitty attempts at calm breathing. He can see Caleb fidgeting with his hands in the corner of his eye.

“I… Mas… I… I mean Gavin I…” He closes his eyes, swallowing hard. He clenches his fists before speaking louder, faster and clearer than Gavin heard him ever before. “If you’re bringing me to a… a Pet pound because of a… a few br… broken ribs, I… I beg you not to! I can st… still work! I can be… be useful a… and good, eve… even if I am damaged goods!” For a moment, Gavin can’t say anything. But he jumps back into action when he can see Caleb curling in on himself again, looking horrified at how he just spoke back to his Master. Gavin can sense him going into apologising and begging for forgiveness mode.

“No! I’m not taking you to a Pet pound!” Gavin stops. He’s being too loud. He can’t get loud with Caleb. He tries again, keeping his voice at a moderate level. “I would never Caleb. “ Caleb is staring at his wrists. “Caleb… Please look at me.” Caleb obeys, as he always does. “I can’t look at you right now. Don’t want to get us caught up in a car accident as well… But please. Trust me when I say, I’m not going to give you away. Not now, not ever.” Gavin feels Caleb itching to ask something again.

“It’s okay if you want to ask something Caleb. I won’t see it as rude.” Caleb resumes his fidgeting again.

“I… Ga… Gavin, whe… where are we go… going then?” Good question. Where are they going to? Caleb needs medical care. And fast. Gavin is not risking a man’s death over said man’s assurance that he can work on with broken ribs. Pet medical facilities have the biggest array of different treatments, but Gavin doesn’t trust them, nor does he like the rumours he’s heard about the places. And it could very well scare Caleb, seeing one of those places, and he might assume Gavin might still want to give him away.

No. no way in hell is Gavin taking Caleb to one of those places.

Normal hospitals offer limited treatment for Pets, but only in emergency situations. Well if this wouldn’t be counted as a emergency situation, Gavin didn’t know what would. Gavin shuddered. His dislike of hospitals is big, but he wouldn’t risk a humans life because of one of his silly dislikes.

Caught deep in thought, Gavin almost misses a turn, and ends up having to do it a little too fast and sharp. Caleb gets caught unready for the sudden change of direction, and hits the car door with his shoulder. He grunts in pain, wrapping his arm around his right side as the movement must have jostled his ribs. Guilt pools in Gavin’s stomach, hot and sharp.

“Shit, Caleb, I am so sorry! Crap… Sorry! I’ll try to drive more careful!” Gavin is aware that he’s being too loud, but he can’t help it. Caleb just has a confused and pained expression plastered on his face. Well, at least he probably didn’t mistake me raising my voice as signs of anger, Gavin thinks.

Gavin decides against saying anything else, knowing that he keeps saying thing that just make Caleb worry more. Shutting up is his best option here. And that he does for the rest of the drive. There are no more issues with Gavin’s terrible driving leading to more pain for Caleb, but the way he takes every breath with extreme caution worries Gavin a lot.

Getting Caleb out of the car needs a little bit of patience and gentle coaxing, fear evident on the smaller man’s still bruised face. It’s obvious Caleb wants to obey, but the fear is keeping him from doing that, causing him even more distress. Eventually, Gavin manages to get him out, promising him that he won’t leave his side, and telling him that he can hold on to him if that makes him feel better.

Cautiously, pale, frail fingers wrap around Gavin’s left arm gently, as Caleb’s worried eyes skim across the parking lot. Gavin smiles reassuringly, lightly placing his bigger hand over the smaller, scarred one clutching to his upper arm.

“You’re doing great Caleb.” Caleb doesn’t look like he’s sure he should be allowed to believe that.

Keeping his pace slow as to accommodate for Caleb’s limp, Gavin starts walking towards the entrance of the hospital. Gavin’s concern spikes at how small and breakable Caleb looks clinging to his arm. It’s only been approximately two days since Gavin first saw Caleb kneeling on the floor before him in Mr. Hughes house, but Gavin already knows that if it came to it, he’d be ready to take bullets for this guy. Caleb deserves more love and care and positive attention then Gavin could ever give him and it burns him up inside that people like his boss would find pleasure and amusement in abusing people like him.

Caleb has a poorly concealed expression of pain spread to every corner of his face, worrying Gavin further.

As they step into the hospital, Caleb moves a little closer to Gavin, so close that he’s pressed right against his side. Gavin takes his hand in his.

“Hey… It’s okay. I won’t leave your side.”

Caleb mumbles a quiet “Thank you Master.” in response.

Once at the reception desk, Gavin contemplates just not mentioning that Caleb is a Pet, but eventually decides against it. The chip would get noticed, and he’d only prologue Caleb’s wait for treatment and get them both into trouble.

So he has to explain to the man at the desk, probably in his early forties with black hair and reading glasses, that he’s actually Caleb’s owner. The man’s smile fades to a frown.

“Oh. You’re one of those people. Well you just need to go right down that hall, and at the far left, you’ll find a door leading to the Pet ward. Good luck finding it.” He does nothing to conceal the disgust in his voice or expression. Gavin nods and smiles, before going in the direction the receptionist pointed him. Guilt blooms in Gavin’s chest once again.

It doesn’t take them too long to get there, even with Caleb’s limp. He’s obviously pushing himself hard to walk fast.

Once in the ward, Gavin is greeted with another reception desk, this time maned by a young blond girl, currently typing something on the computer in front of her. She looks up at Gavin, and then over at Caleb. She frowns at Caleb, probably because of the terrified way he clings to Gavin’s side, and the bruises littering his face and neck.

“Yes?” Her voice has a hint of sadness to it.

“I well… Um…” He points at Caleb. “He’s got like… seriously bad looking broken ribs all along his right side and I don’t know how long he’s had them and he could be dying of internal bleeding and he’s in a lot of pain, like… a lot! And I don’t know if some of the bones pierced some of his internal organs or something! It looks really bad!” Gavin couldn’t stop the spew of words from coming from his mouth, barely remembering that he still has to breath.

“Woah there Mister, calm down! Can you show me how bad it looks?” Quietly apologising to Caleb, he tugs his t-shirt up and shows her his right side. “Yeah… That doesn’t look good… I’ll make sure to get a doctor to see you as soon as possible.” She grabs a piece of bright yellow paper and a pen from the side and hands both to Gavin. “In the meantime, fill this out. Waiting room’s over there.”

She points to a door to the side. Gavin nods and steps into the waiting room, Caleb still clutching to his arm.

There aren’t many other people in the waiting room. There’s an elder lady with a tired expression on her face sitting on a chair with a female Pet sitting at her feet. She looks like a rather high class pet, dressed rather fancily. She has her knees drawn up to her chest an her eyes closed. There is a second woman siting in a chair further away. She looks younger and seriously pissed. She has a male Pet kneeling at her feet, a less high class pet then the other woman. The Pet has his arm cradled to his chest, it looks bent in an odd angle. There is a third Pet kneeling in the corner. It seems his Owner has left him here, probably to impatient or busy to wait with his Pet. The Pet has burns running up and down his arms. They don’t look all too bad, but cover a big enough area to need to have someone have a look at them.

Gavin sits down, making sure that Caleb sits in the chair right next to him. The elder lady seems put off by this. Gavin ignores her displease expression and starts filling out the formalities on the paper. It doesn’t ask much. Just basics, like the owners name, address, phone number and year of birth. It asks even less of the Pet. Merely their number and why they where brought here. Gavin has forgotten Caleb’s number by now. He leans closer to Caleb.

“What’s your number again?” He keeps his voice gentle and quiet.

“43002612” Caleb sounds a bit scared. Gavin can feel him trembling beside him. Gavin puts the paper to the side and turns to Caleb.

“Hey… You’re doing so great. And I really mean it. I know how stressful and scary hospitals can be.” He gently takes his Pet’s hand in his, rubbing his thumb across the back of it. “Is the pain bad? Please be honest.”

Caleb stares at Gavin, hesitating, before very cautiously nodding. Gavin frowns.

“But you’re doing really good.” Gavin smiles. For a moment, Caleb’s eyes seem to brighten up slightly.

It seems to Gavin that it takes ages until they get called out of the waiting room, the elderly lady complaining about them getting called out first in the background as they leave the waiting room.

In the doctor’s office Caleb gets asked to sit up on the examination table and take of his t-shirt. He does so with a bit of aid from Gavin’s part.

The doctor is a smallish man with greying brown hair that looks like he’s done with everything. He moves his chair closer to where Caleb is sitting, and scans his chip.

“Oh, only been his owner for a few days then, huh?” He eyes the bruises covering Caleb. Gavin nods, but says nothing. “Okay then. Lets get on with this then. I don’t have much time. Lay down please.”

Caleb looks at his Master questioningly, and when Gavin nods, he does what is asked of him.

The doctor examines the area by pressing at Caleb’s ribs gently and listening to his lungs.

“Well he has four broken ribs on his right side, that’s for sure, but his lungs are fine. But you’re not getting out of running him through an x-ray.”

“What about internal bleeding?”

“Well. I can’t really determine that from outside. We will run an MRI too to determine that.” Gavin nods.

The doctor runs through some technical things with Gavin whilst Caleb sits next to him silently. Gavin soon notices that there is no way he will be able to join Calen during the tests he’ll have to go through, and begins to worry about him. He promised he’d stay at Caleb’s side. When Caleb catches on to this he clings to Gavin even tighter.

“I know I promised I wouldn’t leave your side. I’m sorry, but I can’t come with you for this. I’m so sorry. But I’ll be right back at your side as soon as I can. And that’s a promise I plan to keep.” Caleb looks scared and unconvinced, but, obedient as ever, lets himself get led away.

This is when Gavin really starts to worry. It’s taking way too long. What if Caleb feels uncomfortable or scared? What if he passed out from internal blood loss? Gavin can feel himself hyperventilating again as he paces the halls of the Pet ward. He tries to get his breathing under control by breathing slowly into his cupped hands and holding his breath for ten seconds. It works moderately, but he still needs to lean against the wall for a moment.

It’s just all so much! A few days ago, he had nothing to do with Pet’s at all, nor did he think he ever would, and now, he owns one, and even might be responsible for his death. Yes, he wasn’t the one to inflict the wounds, but he should have noticed. He should have noticed. He should have took Caleb to the hospital straight away. Gavin rubs the palm of his hands across his face. There are so many things he should or could have done. So many. He just hopes he didn’t do the ones he did too late.

When he spots Caleb limping in his direction alongside a nurse, he feels like he can breath just a little bit freer. He starts bombarding her with questions and she tells him to calm down and that she’ll explain in a moment, sending Gavin’s heart racing with worry again.

Once Caleb is back on the examination table, she explains to Gavin that he hasn’t gotten any internal damage aside from the bruising around his broken ribs, and that the fractures are rather basic, so it will heal on its own.

“They won’t need any further medical treatment, but the rest of him sure does.” She glares at Gavin.

Gavin silently holds Caleb’s hand through out the treatment of the rest of his injuries, caressing the back of his hand with his thumb again. At one point the nurse leans in closer and asks something of Caleb. He shakes his head and says something quietly. The nurse looks up at Gavin.

“He says you didn’t do all this to him.” She gestures at the burn on Caleb’s ribs she’s currently tending to. Gavin shakes his head.

“No. I’ve only…” Gavin sighs. “Only been his… his owner for a short while.” She nods, becoming slightly less hostile towards Gavin.

Once she’s done, Caleb is bandaged up much neater then the low quality of bandaging Gavin had achieved. The nurse briefly explains some basics about how to care for the different wounds and how all he could do for the broken ribs is let Caleb rest and ice the area.

“What about some stronger pain killers? He’s in a lot of pain… I’ve been giving him Advil, but it isn’t nearly strong enough.”

She almost laughs out loud.

“Oh dear, no. I’m afraid that’s frightfully illegal.” Gavin blinks in confusion.

“What?”

“Prescribing Pet’s strong pain meds is illegal, dear. Have you been living under a rock?” What the hell?! Gavin runs his hands through his hair.

“Yeah. Apparently I have.”

From then on, Gavin tries to get out of there as fast as possible, wanting to get Caleb into an environment with less people, and himself out of the sterile halls of the hospital which seem much narrow for his liking.

When they are finally back in the car, he feels a little bit more relaxed. But he doesn’t trust himself to drive just yet.

“You did really good in there Caleb! You stayed so calm…” Caleb’s eyes brighten ever so slightly again.

“Tha… Thank you Gavin!” Gavin smiles a bit.

“Are you okay? Please answer truthfully.” Caleb stares at Gavin, trembling slightly. He seems to have no idea how to react.

“I guess what I’m asking is, do you need a hug?” Caleb hesitates and Gavin wonders if Caleb even likes such close physical proximity.

“I… I don’t think I… I deserve a… a reward Ma… Master Gavin…” Oh, so that’s what this is about.

“Well. I think you handled yourself really well in there. I think you deserve it.” Caleb looks unsure.

“I… Really?”

“Yes.” Gavin smiles reassuringly.

“Then… I… I’d be happy to a… accept a hug, Master Ga… Gavin”

Gavin manoeuvres himself closer to the passenger seat awkwardly, and gently wraps his arms around Caleb, careful as not to hurt him further. The position is rather uncomfortable for Gavin, the car’s gear stick sticking painfully into his thy, but by the way Caleb leans into Gavin, he really needed the hug, and then Gavin is more than happy to suffer through some minor discomfort for that.

To be honest, Caleb wasn’t the only one that really needed a hug.

#long post #sorry...#my writing #my OC's #hospital #broken bones #broken ribs #mention of other injuries #past abuse #modern slavery #pet whumpee #pet whump #whump #this did not come out that good...#sorry #my stuff #gavin and mutt

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monchikyun · 4 years ago

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03.My heart is cold

trigger warning: Gavin is suicidal in this one, so that, also references to self-harm

He doesn’t know how many times he’s done it already, the exact number keeps getting away from him. Must have been somewhere between ten and twenty. It doesn’t matter anyway, nothing does to him. Cowards don’t die easily. But Gavin is a persistent one.

The first time he tried to stop breathing was when he was just fifteen. It wasn’t because he was bullied or because his parents didn’t love him enough, he was just tired of living with himself. And maybe the fact that he was a dumb teenager who didn’t have the word ‘responsibility’ in his vocabulary might have contributed a bit. Getting wasted every chance that presented itself and even when it didn’t he’d find a way to ruin his body some. His mental health didn’t appreciate this self-destructing behaviour and one mistake lead to another… but it didn’t work in the end, just one of the myriad of failures to add to his ever-growing collection.

The second attempt was more of an accident, running at a speeding car without really trying to stop. He tells himself it was his carelessness that made him spend the winter in hospital, but he knows that he’d do it again if he had the right reason. That had been before he decided what he wanted to do with his bleak life. It was either becoming a criminal or hunting them down. He wants to say that he chose right but truth be told it still doesn’t sit right with him, even after all those years.

Nothing got much better after he had obtained a secure position in law enforcement, other than not having to struggle financially. It’s a miracle that he was able to pass his psychic evaluation, but considering the sort of scum he has encountered during his service, he’s not all that surprised. Maybe he belongs among them too. Even if he hasn’t killed someone who smelled of innocence, he’s still done some pretty fucked-up shit. Not that he can remember ever being nice to anyone (does his cat count?) - tolerable, at most. The one who gets the worst of it being none other than Gavin himself. There is not a single drop of self-love inside of him, quite the opposite. If there is someone who he unconditionally despises, it’s him and his stupid, weak, aggressive self. No amount of pain and blood could ever fix him. He tried punishing himself in any viable way, splitting himself open for the demons to leave him but it only made things worse. Even when other people justifiably hurt him it did nothing to alleviate his pain. So he increased the force of which to harm his body - he tried to remove his soul. If he became nothing but an empty shelf maybe than he gets the coveted relief. His flesh burned and drowned and bled, got poisoned and infected, yet he’s still here, filling his lungs with ashes. There is still one option he is too afraid to try, lest it actually steals his life away.

It feels like his heart has died a long time ago, becoming nothing but an icy hole leading nowhere, but at times he can see something there, something that isn’t rotten and veiled in hatred. And it’s all the prick’s fault.

Androids pissed him off enough as they were, but something about the plastic that sauntered to the department like he was to be just another new addition to their force set off his super-destructive tendencies. He had made an effort to hold back before, shutting out the merciless voices in his head by means that wouldn’t cause harm. But Connor made him regress. And he hated him because of it, for the longest time. In reality, it has only been till the revolt happened and the time it took him to accept that there is more humanity hiding in those machines that there has ever been in him.

When spring arrived, something else took a turn to the unexpected. The android (who has resumed his work at the DPD) started paying attention to him, which came as a volatile shock to Gavin. At first, there were just random glances, whose meaning he couldn’t begin to understand. Then there were exchanged messages, disguised in casual interest. He was aware the Connor was treating everyone in the department with equal congeniality, wearing that aggravating charm and spreading politeness everywhere he could. Still, Gavin started feeling regret, a vile little thing he somehow managed to avoid till then. Maybe if he had treated the guy with little less hostility, they could have become… what, friends? That thought was too idiotic even by his standards.

This all had happened when he didn’t have the slightest idea what impossible things would follow next. The messages turned into spoken words and he was eventually coaxed into apologising. He mustn't even have faked it, since he observed his world getting fractionally brighter right after. Something inside of him must have snapped. Whenever Connor was near him, the desire to die would diminish sometimes it would even completely disappear.

One day, the android brought him a cup of coffee sprinkled with the most brilliant smile he has ever seen, to which he reacted by running to the bathroom and sobbing like a baby. He didn’t know how to handle those feelings that made him this outwardly broken, so he did what any sensible person would do.

He screamed at Connor, in anger or agony, he couldn’t tell. The hurt look he received from him created a crack in his frozen heart, allowing the accumulated ache to leak out, tainting the small quantity of good he had borrowed from the person who made him want to live.

Since then their mutual tolerance has been reset. Must have been a week already. It feels more like a year to Gavin, for every second of his existence has been much more unbearable from the moment he let his stupid problem affect Connor too. But there is still the one option, one escape route he hasn’t dared to take yet. Maybe because it’s too often irreversible, too final for his cowardly taste. The longer he waits the more oxygen gets wasted on him and so he stands up from his desk, abandoning the mundane paperwork that doesn’t need him to be completed and runs for the nearest highest place.

The roof is eerily silent, despite the noise coming from the busy streets below. He comes here regularly to have a smoke, so he’s certain that no one will bother him when he gets to it.

Nobody comes here, it’s too out of reach, too inconvenient. That’s why he likes it.

He stands at the edge, looking down at the blur that might be cars or people, he doesn’t care. The tears won’t let him see and for that he’s grateful. All it takes is one step. One little movement and it’s all over, no more pain.

He won’t be able to hurt anyone, not anymore.

But that’s a lie, isn’t it.

“Move away from there, it’s dangerous.”

Connor’s soft voice. His favourite sound in the world. That’s why he has to, b̶u̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶’̶t̶,̶ ̶C̶o̶n̶n̶o̶r̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶s̶a̶d̶.̶ So tired. If he turns around and looks at him, his resolve will vanish. So he doesn’t. He just stands there, eyes transfixed by his imminent grave.

“Gavin. Look at me.” NO!

“Please.”

Gavin is a coward with a heart made of snow, but it’s spring now and all that is cold must make way for beautiful, warm things.

He doesn’t resist when he’s being pulled away from the death trap he made for himself, melting to nothing when he’s being held like there’s something worthwhile inside of him

“You… you didn’t take your lighter with you, so... so I thought…”

The words disappear in his hair and he wishes he could speak right now because there are a thousand ‘thank you’s he owes.

“I don’t hate you, Gavin, I promise.”

He just hopes the tears he’s leaving on Connor’s body are enough of a response.

@convinseptember hope it wasn’t too bad xD

#convinseptember #convin #sorry this one is dark

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taywitchcrafts · 5 years ago

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Exception

Requested by: @kingpattillo Prompt: “I don't like people, but you’re an exception” Pairing: Michael Jones/Gavin Free Word Count: 2180 A/N: I’m sorry this is sorta angsty I apparently don’t know how to write anything without angst shjdg it does end fluffy though, promise!! ********** The day they met, Michael decided he hated Gavin. He was loud, obnoxious and clumsy as all hell. Michael wasn't entirely sure Gavin didn't push his buttons on purpose. He seemed like the kind of asshole to do that. The bird noises, the stupid British slang words that made no sense, the way he screeched constantly and made his voice high pitched. Michael just wanted to stick a thumb through his fucking eye and tell him to shut it. But he was useful to the crew, so he tolerated him. Mostly. He wasn't exactly known for being mild-tempered. The way he saw it, the few black eyes he gave him were a warning, and the Brit would eventually get the message and leave him alone. Except, he never did.

********** "Michael" Oh, for fuck's sake. Why did he have to say Michael's name like that? "What do you want, Gavin." "Will you play a game with me?" "Why would I do that?" "Because I'm bored?" "But I'm not, and I'm already playing a game." He gestured to the switch in his hand, the soft cheerful music of his paused Pokemon game filling the momentary silence. "But you could be playing a game with me instead!" "Again, why would I want to do that?" "Because we're friends." "Where the fuck did you get that idea!" "We're not friends?" Gavin's tone was shocked and sad, the look on his face was like he'd just watched Michael kick a puppy- or like he was the puppy Michael had kicked- and Michael wanted to kick himself for feeling bad. He hated Gavin, why did seeing him sad get to him?? He pushed it aside. "No, Gavin. You never noticed that I hate you? Are you seriously that fucking stupid?!" His voice was raised a little, allowing his anger to squash his other feelings as he so often did. It was better to be angry than to be weak, he told himself. He'd never let himself be weak again. "Why don't you like me?" "I don't like people in general, Gavin. And you're the worst of all of them." "...Michael" Jesus, the one time he said it right and he sounded like he was 3 seconds from crying while doing it. "What, Gavin?" He turned back to look at him, but he was already walking away. Thank God, he thought. At least I don't have to deal with him crying. But he couldn't concentrate anymore, a pang of unfamiliar guilt gnawing at him. Fucking Gavin. ********** The heist going wrong wasn't his fault, not really. Sometimes shit just goes wrong. None of the others had known the motion detector was there either. But Gavin was so used to it being his fault, to being shouted at and blamed (usually by Michael), that when nobody blamed him for things he started to do it himself. They all tried their best to reassure the Brit, all attempts unsuccessful. Michael was the only one who didn't try. He didn't want to be cruel- Gavin had actually been super helpful on the heist-but he still didn't like him, and wasn't thrilled at the idea of comforting him. That is, until he got up at about 3am to get a glass of water, and saw a light on in Gavin's room. He poked his head around the door and saw the man huddled in a corner, a blanket around his shoulders. Michael hadn't really seen Gavin since the heist, which was three days before, but it looked like he hadn't slept at all. Gavin didn't even notice him, too caught up in worrying about what went wrong and self-blame. It wasn't until 5 minutes later when Michael appeared in front of him, a hot cup of tea in his hands, that Gavin broke out of his trance-like state. "Michael?" He knelt in front of him, handing him the tea. "I still don't like you, but you gotta stop blaming yourself. Shit happens. Things go wrong. Snap the fuck out of it. We need you." It wasn't exactly nice, but Gavin understood that he was trying. "...Thanks." "Get some sleep." And he was gone. Gavin didn't know when he'd learned how he liked his tea, but paired with the semi-reassuring words he'd just received, it settled him enough to finally fall asleep. He didn't even get to his bed, and Jack found him the next morning passed out in the corner of his room, an empty mug next to his feet. ********** Geoff had tried so hard to avoid pairing Gavin and Michael up, he knew they'd be a great team if they could work past their issues, but he also knew that Michael was far too stubborn for that. Gavin's personality seemed hand designed to piss Michael off, and nobody would dream of asking him to change. Michael would simply have to adapt, however long it took. But this heist needed them together. Gavin was, essentially, the bait. They knew if he fucked something up, he'd distract anyone on the rest of the Crew's scent. And if that didn't work-or if Gavin miraculously didn't screw up- Michael had a fair amount of explosives in his armoury. Michael made no attempt to mask his irritation at the pairing. Sure, the crew needed Gavin, but Michael didn't want to work with him. Jeremy or Ryan would also be down to fuck shit up, and they could at least tolerate Gavin. Goddamn it. ********** "What if," Oh, this will be good Michael thinks, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "Your toenails could grow to be as long as your legs?" "Are you fucking kidding me?" "What?" "We're in the middle of a heist! Is that seriously what you're thinking about right now?" "I'm bored! We've been here for like an hour. When will the others be ready?" "When they're ready. The UD isn't a fucking easy target. Now shut up so we ca-" Just then, they both received a text from Geoff. "Alright, it's time. You remember the plan?" "Yeah, I'm tripping the alarms, right?" Michael nods. "I'll be right behind you, promise." Gavin smiled at him- why was that so distracting??- before smashing the glass of the bank doors. Well, that's one way to trip the alarms. They weren't in their normal disguises, so nobody would question why members of the FAHC were being so sloppy, and they needed the cops there as soon as possible. Maybe Gavin thought this through? Not too likely. "How are we gonna get into the vault?" Michael smiled, waving some dynamite he pulled out of his bag. "Won't that damage the money?" "The money isn't the goal, idiot. We just need them to think it is." Sirens had begun to sound in the distance just as the door blew, and they made quick work of grabbing what looked like a reasonable amount of money before making their way back to the foyer. They were well and truly surrounded, but this wasn't even half of the cops in the city. Definitely not enough to keep the others from being caught. "Dude, get back!" Michael shouted as he threw one of his grenades into the foyer. This served the double purpose of keeping the cops outside of the building- they wouldn't enter with the knowledge that they had explosives- and ensuring that plenty of backup would be called. What he hadn't accounted for was Gavin being a little too slow, and it wasn't until he heard the Brits pained scream that he realised he'd been caught in the blast. "GAVIN!" He screamed, code names and hidden identities completely forgotten. He hurried to the younger man's side, way more panicked than someone who hates him should be. "I'm okay Michael. Just... Just caught my arm a little." He was struggling to breathe through the pain, and Michael was at a loss at what to do. Upon further inspection, the injury wasn't as bad as he'd feared. Rather than the explosion catching Gavin directly, it seemed that his arm had been burned. It was still pretty terrible, and the smell of burning flesh was almost overwhelming, but Michael couldn't bring himself to care about anything but getting Gavin to safety. "Just hold on a minute, Gav. I'm gonna call Jack." Their escape plan had hinged on Gavin being able to drive, which obviously wouldn't happen now. After a short conversation, the UD heist was called off, and the Crew on their way. Michael still hadn't stopped apologising when they arrived, even though Gavin had passed out from the pain. None of them had ever seen him like this. ********** Gavin spent the next 3 weeks in bed, much of it against his own will. The young man had always had too much energy, and bed rest ironically left him restless. This was the usual for Gavin when he was injured. The real surprise came from Michael, who spent those weeks at the end of Gavin's bed, even when he slept. He brought him food and helped him eat, he dressed his wounds, he played games with Gavin when he got bored. They all knew that this was guilt, that Michael was letting the feeling that Gavin was hurt because he didn't do good enough eat away at him, and none of them could convince him otherwise. It wasn't until the fourth week, when he sat outside the bathroom while Gavin was showering and got shouted at to "just bugger off, Michael!" that he left his side. After that incident, he was nicer to Gavin. It seemed a mixture of guilt and proximity had led to, at the very least, some form of respect between the two. ********** They grew closer as time passed, though it wasn't particularly obvious. When Michael shouted at Gavin, it wasn't mean or borne from hatred anymore. He was still angry at Gavin, he would probably never stop being irritated by him, but he also saw the hilarity of Gavin's clumsy foolishness, and they would be laughing with each other 5 minutes later. Michael would play games with Gavin if he was asked, and launching himself across the table to wrestle with him became a rarer, much more playful occurrence. They still didn't work together a lot, not many heists called for a pairing quite as dangerously explosive as theirs, and Michael would still fuck Gavin over if doing so wouldn't seriously harm him or the heist. Their dynamic was the same in many ways, but where there was anger and hatred before, a friendship had begun to form. Only Michael and Gavin really knew it was more than that. ********** Was Michael really about to do this? Had their relationship even gotten this far yet? They'd kissed a few times, and Gavin had fallen asleep on his shoulder more than once. This was... Well, it was something a boyfriend would do and they hadn't decided whether that's what they were just yet. But he knew Gavin wouldn't mind. He knocked softly. "Michael? What's wrong?" "Just uh... nothing it's stu-" "Michael..." He sounded concerned as he took Michael's face into his hands. His eyes were a little red, and he looked like he hadn't slept much in a while. "Tell me." "I just had a nightmare... didn't wanna be alone" He mumbled, a little embarrassed. Michael hated showing his softer side, hated being vulnerable. Sometimes it was necessary, he knew that, but that never made it any better. "The Liberty decoy job again?" "Yeah..." Gavin pulled him through the door and onto the bed, kissing him softly. "You don't have to worry about that anymore, okay? I'm here and I'm not hurt. Promise." "Can I stay tonight?" "You can stay every night, I like having you around." Michael smiled, reaching down to take Gavin's hand in his. "Hey, Gav?" "Yeah?" This was definitely too much too soon, but he'd realised months ago and he had to tell him or he didn't think he'd ever work up the courage. No time like the present, right? "I love you." A cheeky grin spread across Gavin's face. "Really? I thought you didn't like people." His tone was mocking, but Michael knew he was just doing his thing, taking every opportunity he had to be a little shit. "I don't like people. But you're an exception." There was a few seconds of silence, and Gavin looked down at their hands, gently rubbing his thumb over Michael's knuckles. "I love you too, Michael." He looked back up, placing a gentle, loving kiss on Michael's lips before pressing their foreheads together. "I'm glad you don't hate me anymore" He whispered, after a few minutes of silence. "Me too." The pair would eventually fall asleep- as close as they could possibly be- but for now they were both content to sit like this, listening to the other breathe softly and hoping that they got to do this for the rest of their lives. For the first time in his life, Michael was glad he'd had a nightmare that night. Being this close to Gavin made it more than worth it.

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arigatouiris · 5 years ago

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Catching Feelings — Connor [00]

Pairing: Deviant! Connor x Reader

Word Count: 1990

Warnings: None so far, more to come.

Author’s Note: I fell in love with Connor the moment I first laid my eyes on him. He’s such an interesting character to know and play as, and through his development, I started to question the same things he probably was too. And I guess some of that questioning will surface in this fic! Do tell me what you think about this, it’d mean a lot to me.

Also, those who want to be on the taglist, just send me an ask~

Summary: His name is Connor.

Prologue: Coffee

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Deviancy.

It was the first choice that Connor had ever made for his own benefit. Sure, solving that case mattered to him, and even if it was something integrated into his programme, Connor gave all his time and effort into figuring out where Jericho was and where the deviants were.

However, what he didn't understand was how a community began.

Connor’s entire perception was fuelled from the inputs Amanda had registered in his programming, and when it all changed, he barely had enough time to get accustomed to this new version of himself. Freeing the androids mattered more to him all of a sudden, he felt like he was one of them, he felt like there was a reason to his growing empathy, to his confusion; to every question he had ever been seeking, he had finally understood that there were answers.

He didn’t know what the answers were, but he had finally allowed himself to finally acknowledge those questions.

Deviancy worked on each android differently. Some androids developed a different personality from how they used to be when they were owned by humans. Some androids took a lot more time trying to figure out what freedom to them actually meant. Some androids sought family, and shelter, yearned for the feeling of love and wanted to spread it amongst themselves. Some androids wanted to see the world, to explore it and learn of its mysteries, things that the internet could not tell them.

And then there was him.

Stuck in what seemed like an endless reverie with no way out; it was as if he was thrown in the middle of a path that he could not navigate from. Everything seemed new and it was because Amanda had been such a big part of his programming, Connor found it hard to still disobey orders.

Now, his reach changed.

Now, because of his new job, if anyone had asked Connor for something, he had to do it. Wasn’t this what freedom of choice meant? Not listening to just one person?

Connor found himself terrified mostly when he said no. It was something he wasn’t too used to, he was a walking amalgamation of all the things he believed he had to stop at one point, and here he was, trying to thrive.

“Hey Connor,” Hank’s voice alerted his thoughts, and he realized he was just blankly staring at the monitor screen. “Can you grab me a cup of coffee?”

He stood up instinctively, although Hank did not mean it like an order. Hank merely asked, and he would have understood a ‘no’ for an answer; yet, it was impossible, Connor believed, to say no.

“I’ll be back with your coffee, Lieutenant.”

Connor rushed to the coffee machine, trying to avoid conversation in the way. He didn’t have to, but he did; his job now was to get Hank a cup of coffee. He knew exactly how Hank wanted his coffee, dark and one sugar. In his hurry, he blanked out on everything else.

Now, perhaps, it is because Connor hadn’t the slightest clue on what freedom actually meant did he try and find it everywhere. Perhaps, he believed, following through on the orders inside his head meant slavery, but outside was fine. Maybe, he believed, deviancy worked this way on him, and what he had to focus on was his job and identity.

Ｗｈａｔａｒｅｙｏｕｒｅａｌｌｙ，Ｃｏｎｎｏｒ？

My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by—

Ｒｅａｌｌｙ？

He stopped dead in his tracks, halfway near the coffee shop. His abrupt pause did not alert anyone around him; the police station was bustling with cops minding their own business. Even Gavin had somewhere he had to be, people he needed to meet, job that he needed to do. Connor couldn’t categorise within his head the ideology behind his pause right then, all he was thinking about was who he was.

He could ponder all day and night and yet not arrive on an answer. It had been fourteen days in specific since Jericho rose as an individual organisation, taking pride in freeing androids from being slaves. They were now recognised as a new intelligent life form, a new race among one of the oldest races on earth.

He could ponder all the time and yet, Connor had no clue.

My name is Connor. I’m a deviant.

He could make the perfect cup of coffee for anyone who needed one. He was programmed to do what the humans asked him to, he was going to do it. If there were other androids who were much more comfortable being themselves, falling in love, figuring out their identities differently, running mafias and businesses, exploring the world, here was Connor—just simply doing his job.

As if he had figured it out, a cheeky smile appeared on his features. He was catching along, he was learning now—he would give Hank his coffee because he wanted to. Human beings do this to each other, they give each other favours, an interesting exchange that resembled an unofficial transaction. He turned on his toe, with the perfect cup of coffee in his hand, and took three steps forward.

An instant arrived a second later that created all the difference in Connor’s life as a free android. He believed giving Hank this cup of coffee was him finding closure in becoming his own version of deviant. He believed by doing something that he was told to do, because he wanted to do it, would give his life purpose and meaning.

He did not, for even a second, consider the possibility of dropping the perfect cup of coffee.

It magically spilled all over him, the heat of which could have caused third degree burns on a human being. But, he was not human, and he was spared the burning that the coffee could have caused him. Connor felt an emotion he had deciphered the other day when Sumo walked away from him after he called after the dog.

Disappointment.

“Oh, no.” Connor said, his hands falling to his side.

“I am so sorry!” A shrieking voice apologised to him.

He took a double take. Connor’s gaze lifted to the small person in front of him, who had fallen down after having bumped into him. Considering the speed with which the person was walking, and their gaze having been shifted elsewhere and not ahead of them, they had bumped into Connor blindly and fell backwards.

But, he took another take.

This woman had apologised to him?

“You just apologised to me.”

The woman looked up at him as if he was covered in muck. She was wearing a white blouse with black trousers, her hair was neatly kept behind her, and she had strangely bright (e/c) eyes. She was now frowning at him, and Connor did himself the favour and scanned her for any injuries.

“Your vitals display elevated levels of cortisol. You’re stressed.”

“D-Did… Did it not burn you?” She asked him, still on the ground.

Connor had learned this from a kind lady near one of Hank’s regular bars. There was something called courtesy. He leaned forward and gave her a hand, shocking her seemingly, and helped her to her feet.

“Thank you.” She mumbled, brushing her clothes.

“The surface of my skin is set to endure far stronger circumstances. A coffee spill causes literally no damage,” She looked at him like he was retarded. “You thankfully do not have any coffee stains on your clothing.” Connor said, smiling.

She looked up at him sadly for a moment, and then her gaze shifted to the cup that was on the ground.

“I am really sorry about your coffee.”

Connor shook his head, “This wasn’t for me. I don’t drink coffee. It was for Lieutenant Anderson. I can make another—”

“No, no. Let me. I owe you this.”

Connor was confused. He watched her walk ahead of him and begin making the coffee. Instead of pressing the function for ‘Espresso’, she pressed ‘Water’. Connor blinked before heading near her and standing behind her. Maybe she was making something else for herself first.

But then she stopped. She picked the warm cup of water and held it in her hands, staring at it. Connor blinked and continued to watch her, wondering if all her movements, despite seeming like utter cluelessness, had a reason behind them.

“Shit.”

Her vitals were increasing again. There was a sudden increase in capillary blood flow in her skin, especially around the ear and cheek region; Connor had learned of this just the other day. It was called—

“You’re blushing.”

Her eyes widened and she turned to him as if she was surprised. Connor could read that her heart rate was increasing, and cautiously stepped back two steps, not wanting to scare her or stress her out more.

“Are you alright? Your heart rate has elevated—”

“I… I don’t know how to make coffee.”

Connor blinked. Then why had she offered to make it?

“You offered to make coffee. I don’t understand why you would do that if you didn’t know how to make coffee.”

She pressed her lips together and was now playing with her fingers. Connor observed her every movement, intrigued with what she was doing and why she was doing them. What intrigued him more was how she had no clue why she was doing them either.

“It’s my first day here, detective.”

No one had called him detective before. He felt warm, all of a sudden, and felt the need to thank her. But, she was not done.

“I-I’m so nervous! I’m usually called butterfingers, but t-this is a whole new level!”

Connor merely blinked at her. A whole new level of what?

“I am having difficulty comprehending your words, Miss?”

Hank had advised him not to scan people for their names without their permission. He told Connor that it was taking away from the whole introducing each other aspect of being human. Connor wanted to respect that level of intimacy that strangers would often exchange in.

“(l/n). (y/n). (y/n) (l/n).” She fumbled, and her face was turning red again.

Connor gulped. He felt like whatever he had seen her doing, he wanted to see more of. She was intriguing in a way that Sumo was.

“Nice to meet you, Miss (l/n). My name is Connor. I’m—”

S ᴏ ғ ᴛ ᴡ ᴀ ʀ ᴇ ○ I ɴ s ᴛ ᴀ ʙ ɪ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ ▲

To him, he hadn’t made a sound. But what he let out right then resembled a very human sound. A gasp.

My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.

He shook his head, feeling like everything he had understood up until now was a lie. Who was he? What was he? What does it mean being free?

He felt a pair of hands on his shoulder that woke him up. Androids don’t even sleep, so this was a first for him. His eyes were wide and he stared at (l/n), who looked at him worriedly.

“Are you okay, Connor?”

He heard nothing. Everything around him was merely white noise now, all he could see and focus on was this person in front of him, who had called him by his name.

She had called him by his name and had answered a very important question.

“I’m sorry about that. My name is Connor. I work with Lieutenant Anderson. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

(y/n) smiled up at him and nodded once, and extended her hand forward, offering to shake Connor’s hand. However, what she hadn’t noticed was that she was holding a cup of water in her hands that she had now dropped all over Connor. He now had coffee stains and a cup of warm water on his shirt.

“I am so sorry!”

Androids were not allowed to be dysfunctional. Connor had always understood that this aspect of nature was a flaw, it was something productivity could do without. And yet, as a soft chuckle broke out of him unawares, Connor had found something magnificent in her dysfunctionality.

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retrauxpunk · 5 years ago

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silicon valley grand finale recap: 6.07

everything under the cut, complete with spoilers :)

okay alec berg

okay

you won me over as i suspected and hoped and wanted you to but i dared not hope too much because of what a clusterfuck 6.06 was in my opinion

i had low expectations as a defence mechanism

but i’ve just watched this magnificent 45-minute farewell behemoth of an episode and you know what? FINE.

FINE

IT WAS REALLY REALLY GOOD and it’s good enough that i’m now slightly less mad about 6.06 because you know what OKAY the dumbass rushed-execution plotline about the AI — yeah okay now that the finale’s out, OKAY, YES, it was WORTH the russfest deus ex machina fucker to get THIS.

a really good finale that i’m. HAPPY WITH.

i FELT THE EMOTIONS when i was meant to feel them! it resonated! it was brilliant!

oh man

i don’t know if i have too much to say because i’m just quite happy with it and now that the whole thing’s over, i no longer have the suspense? but okay let’s see

so firstly i woke up to a DM from some fucker (someone i’d intermittently chatted SV with on instagram after they reached out to me; someone who, prior to this, i would not have called a fucker) and all i saw were the notifications reading something like ‘have you seen the episode’ and ‘heartbreaking’ and i swear to god i was fucking livid because, like, i recognise that that’s not a spoiler DETAIL about PLOT per se but i’m one of those freaks who, when i really like something, i don’t want to know fucking ANYTHING! including the emotional reaction anyone has to it because then!! then!!!! i fucking start thinking about what happened! it’s giving me some kind of information that i previously did not have and which i did not want to have because i DO NOT WANT my experience coloured by other people’s reviews! because they give away SOMETHING

(if you were doubting the veracity of me relating to richard the most out of the characters. behold this petty rage and tell me i’m wrong)

(also i KNOW it could’ve just been saying ‘the show’s over now and that’s heartbreaking’ but the point is I DON’T KNOW THAT RIGHT because you only get a truncated view in notifications and it’s not like i’m gonna open the fucking chat to CHECK if it’s ACTUALLY A SPOILER at the risk of viewing S P O I L E R S)

(they don’t call me the richard hendricks bitch for nothing, that moniker has a new dimension now)

yeah so i blocked this guy (and then sent him a technically polite and civil but otherwise really fucking pissy DM in response after i’d watched the episode) and then went about my day

i had a good day, which was good. gotta be in the right mood to consume the final installment of my favourite tv show ever.

i started watching.

documentary, huh? this is. INTERESTING.

and it becomes clear that something’s fucked up. even without instagram fucker’s comment, it is clear. given the fact that richard looks like a lonely soul in a retirement home at the beginning of the documentary, with all the colours/backdrop and the weighty comments of how ‘everything was fine’

and then there’s the party ... hurray ... richard in the cake! love it. sometime do some fic/art of richard popping out of a cake in a jarrich context lol

monica’s gift of the text messages! that’s really sweet and i loved it.

THE DOT. HOLY SHIT RICHARD YOU EAGLE-EYED MOTHER FUCKER

also u fuckin nerd with the ellipsis comment........... tbh i get it, i appreciate that joke

(oh jared. dutifully laughing at all his jokes. LITERALLY LIKE HOW SOMEONE WITH A CRUSH LAUGHS AT ALL THEIR CRUSH’S DUMBASS JOKES HHHHHHH)

I really enjoyed when jared mansplained and got bitten by monica lmao i just ............ i’m not fully able to articulate why i liked it but i REALLY ENJOYED IT hahah

GILFOYLE!! appearing with the lock the doors comment and cliff bars and a gun ...... oh boy i love him ;_;

i enjoy that they explicitly(ish) mention that gilfoyle’s an alcoholic lmao

also, dinfoyle shippers, gilfoyle passing out in the men’s room after a rendezvous with dinesh? huh? huh? -aggressively nudges and winks-

...anyway

i love that it’s the combination of richard’s obsessive meticulousness and gilfoyle’s hardcore work ethic and security-mindedness that reveal this fatal flaw with pied piper. it’s a nice collaboration of sorts and it speaks kind of to each person’s greatest strengths (diligence, thoroughness) (i mean we know richard’s other greatest strength is the talent of his coding and gilfoyle’s other greatest strength is also his brilliance and also his being smoking hot but y’know i didn’t say greatest strength at the exclusion of others...)

OH MAN

YES GILFOYLE you have a strong moral compass and want to kill the monster!

laurie being in prison .......................for no clearly defined reason.....and her hair’s still perfect..... yeah i’m here for it. also she does strike me as someone who’d do pretty much fine in prison lmao

i liked richard and jared’s rooftop conversation. i ..... i was annoyed with jared mentioning gwart because THAT WHOLE THING WITH GWART AND JARED LEAVING AND THEN COMING BACK AND THE I MISS YOU AND WHATEVER I DON’T CARE WHILE LITERALLY CRYING AND ALL OF THAT STILL FEELS LIKE AN ARC THEY STRAIGHT UP FORGOT TO CONTINUE/RESOLVE AND I’M STILL FUCKING MAD but aside from that i liked the conversation.

this whole series has been instance after instance of richard’s idealism and moral compass seeming to thwart his success because he refuses to do shitty things and instead chooses the harder but ultimately morally good path, and it’s ...... i love that this culminates in him making one of the most difficult/painful idealistic choices of all: let his dream of six years come to fruition and possibly (rather than certainly, at this point) ruin the whole fucking world, or kill his dream and really truly make the world a better place by SAVING THE FUCKIGN WORLD?

UGH YES *chef’s kiss*

love that jared’s agreeing with him/supporting him the whole time and you can fucking SEE richard calming down from his initial rage and seeing that, oh, okay, no, he has no choice, he Must kill the beast he has created...

and at that point screaming FUCK from the rooftop seems like a pretty sane response

love the cut to him in his i-mean-business blue hoodie (was it his blue hoodie? i can’t remember but i feel like it was?) being like ‘gilfoyle’s right’ lol

THE THING WITH DINESH’S CAR AND CRACKING TESLA’S ENCRYPTION

this was cool enough that i did not care about technological feasibility, Rule of Cool achieved

and dinesh’s speech about how he couldn’t be trusted! oh boy

like jared said, it was a magnificently courageous moment of cowardice. LOVE. IT.

(also i couldn’t help thinking, lol was this done as a response to kumail nanjiani’s schedule clashing with the others so they had to have all his scenes separate rom the rest of the cast? i mean either way they executed it stunningly)

oh BOY THE THING WITH GABE AND JOHN STAFFORD!!! and you know if gilfoyle had been friends with john stafford then maybe john would’ve fucking called gilfoyle and checked before fixing this shit!!

is this what they intended? i’m not sure. but it sure makes the gilfoyle chess subplot seem a lot less frustrating than the other going-nowhere-but-comedic-relief subplots that were in themselves fine but made me mad when i saw how rushed 6.6 was

gabe lmao

fuckin gabe

BUT GOOD ON GABE FOR LETTING DINESH KNOW JUST IN CASE!! THANK YOU GABE!!!

and OH BOY DINESH! YOU CAME THROUGH! YOU HAVE A GOOD CORE AFTER ALL! YOU COULD’VE DONE NOTHING AND BECOME RICH BUT YOU CLIMBED A SKYSCRAPER’S WORTH OF STAIRS AND SAVED THE FUCKING WORLD!

lmao i loved kumail nanjiani’s horrible wheezing as he opens the door and then despairs and then wheezes his way up the surprise additional stairs, i actually started laughing in my seat. brilliant physical comedy.

also loved gilfoyle’s ‘are you jacking off’ ‘did you do one push-up’ jibes lmao

brill

YES DINESH SAVED THE DAY!

AND GILFOYLE SAVED THE DAY! WHEN RICHARD (not entirely unreasonably) FUCKING FROZE AND GILFOYLE MADE AN EXECUTIVE DECISION AND TRUSTED DINESH AND IT PAID OFF! YESSSSS

oh and speaking of trusting dinesh. richard being like ‘dinesh you fucked us’ and then apologising and dinesh being all ‘you’re good, i’d think i fucked us too’ AHHH *chef’s kiss*

THE RATS? LMAO THE RATS? verging on maybe too ridiculous but I THINK I LIKED IT.

oh boy

CONAN

BILL GATES LOL

KARA SWISHER

PRESUMABLY MANY OTHER BRILLIANT GUEST STARS I MISSED

YES

oh man that convo on the roof! the only issue i had with that was jared being relegated to the seats behind them WHY ! WHY WAS THAT!!

ok i’m gonna headcanon it as like, they were gonna make room for him but he was like ‘OH NO NEVER MIND I’LL SIT BEHIND YOU, I LIKE BEING ABLE TO WATCH OVER YOU ALL’ ok there i fixed it. it’s plausible and i fixed it.

gilfoyle drinking entire bottles of tres commas? man he’s so hot and alcohol-soaked i’m astonished he hasn’t spontaneously combusted yet

THEY SAVED THE WORLD ;___;

MY BABIES SAVED THE WORLD

oh and now the present day................ (of the episode) ......

gavin as a trashy romance novelist and denpak as his long-suffering ghostwriter/collaborator? LOVE IT LMAO yeah sure why not!! and that scene when they’re arguing but then have this breakthrough about their novel in progress? AMAZING HAHAHAH i hope they’re happy together

RICHARD IS THE GAVIN BELSON PROFESSOR OF ETHICS WHAT THE FUCK

I MEAN OKAY FIRSTLY he is well-qualified to be an ethics in tech professor given his experience

BUT DOES IT NOT KILL HIM TO HAVE GAVIN BELSON IN HIS TITLE LMAO

maybe gavin made a hefty donation to stanford and bighead gave enough of that to richard that richard doesn’t mind

maybe at this point richard’s developed a good enough sense of humour to tolerate it because if he didn’t, he’d go fucking insane

he said he was happy .................... was he? i’ve no fucking idea tbh. what do you guys think? richard’s happy with a high-paying non-stressful job, or richard’s sad and despairing? ......i’m gonna go with the former. maybe wistful. maybe he’ll start another company one day. idek.

god when he said his best friend gave him a job ... for a second i thought it was jared. but oh well. OH WELL. OH WELLLLL.

LOVE that big head is president of stanford and it’s not addressed AT ALL how that happened and you know what? we had enough of him failing upward that we don’t need an explanation! this seems totally plausible! amazing.

and josh brener’s acting when they’re like ‘do they call you that because your surname is bighetti’ .......... amazing

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DINESH AND GILFOYLE STARTED A COMPANY TOGETHER AND HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH MY GOD

hey i just realised is NEWELL ROAD the place where the guy who bought dinesh’s laptop from the office clearance sale lived where gilfoyle turned up pretending to be geek squad to punch a hole in the laptop????!!

okay i just went back and checked and that’s not it. BUT newell road is the street the hacker hostel’s on!

which is fucking adorable and i love it.

ALSO

AS FAR AS I’M CONCERNED THEY FUCKING MADE DINFOYLE CANON BECAUSE LOOK GILFOYLE SAYS THAT THING ABOUT DINESH BUYING THE HOUSE NEXT TO HIS BECAUSE HE LOVES HIM AND DINESH HAS NOTHING TO SAY BUT ‘FUCK YOU’ AND YOU KNOW WHAT

YEAH THEY DID IT

THEY STARTED A COMPANY TOGETHER AND GOT MARRIED

i swear to god when they said there was a meeting i just briefly imagined the ‘meeting’ was them sneaking off to a supply closet to fuck or something

YESSS

so we didn’t get jarrich but WE GOT THIS

okay whatevs i’ll take what i can get *blows coolly on nails*

jared working with the elderly! that thing about having parents and being someone’s parents! that’s so beautiful and makes so much sense it works somewhat as a salve to the darkly comedic but ultimately not really necessary punch to the gut that was the discovery about his biological parents.

judy reading one of gavin’s romance novels HAHAH YES

oh boy! the reunion!

i swear to god when richard and jared walked up to each other IT STILL FUCKING FELT LIKE THEY WERE GONNA KISS

everyone hugging!

GILFOYLE LOOKING TO THE CAMERA WHEN RICHARD AND JARED HUG

to me, that’s him being like ‘look at these two. ten years and they’ve not realised they’re in love yet’ hahahha

oh and Monica working for the NSA? yeah i can see it hahahah

jian-yang’s crazy jungle empire? yeah fuckin checks out

(RON’S PANIC WHEN RICHARD STARTS ADMITTING GUILT AND HE HAS TO BACKTRACK LMAO love the law jokes/references)

dinesh referring to gilfoyle’s horrible corner hahaha it’s so clear they fucking love each other they wouldn’t have fucking started a company if they didn’t also THEY LIVE NEXT DOOR TO EACH OTHER WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THIS GIFT

at first i was like oh god did richard and jared not see each other for years??? but then there was that line about ‘i saw you last week’ and i’m so happy again. headcanon best friends (not to say that big head isn’t also a best friend of richard’s) and they catch up and love each other and then fall in love down the line (TIME TO WRITE A FIC LOL)

WHEN JARED HAD THE THING IN HIS BAG I GUESSED IT WAS THE ALWAYS BLUE THING AND WHEN IT CAME OUT I ACTUALLY PUT MY HAND OVER MY MOUTH AT ALL THE FEELINGS AND OH BOY OH BOY YESSSSS

<3333

richard losing the thumb drive. HA.

good. good setup

now the spinoff of sv is this apocalyptic hellhole because the thumb drive fell into the wrong hands and now pied piper have gathered to face/fight the apocalypse

i..... could write that fic. i could.

i imagine in that apocalypseverse jared has super surprisingly become a ruthless leader of a tribe, dinesh and gilfoyle are dual rulers obviously (or like, scavenger rebels on the fringes), monica has a terrifying tribe of followers or has made herself indispensable to another leader, richard is working as a tech slave for someone horrible (or is out in the woods after being stranded away from civilisation when the first attacks/clusterfucks occur) but then gets rescued by jared/the rest .............. yeah

OKAY ANYWAY

in short i really really liked it and i think the whole idea of them having to purposely fail to save the world from the terrible genius of what they’ve created is a fitting and deliciously bittersweet way to end this wild journey and i LOVE THIS WHOLE FUCKING SERIES and i don’t wish it had ended any other way

except for richard and jared kissing and sailing off into the sunset of course

#rain watches sv s6 #silicon valley #sv spoilers #sv s6 spoilers #silicon valley spoilers #precipitation #my sv text posts

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animatedandroids · 4 years ago

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The October Project #3

Miscreant Gavin has an annoying partner.

You can find the first two chapters available here

It had only been a single month since that RK900 model was placed in their precinct, and Gavin felt like he was going to pull his own hair out. He was convinced Fowler had paired them together as some kind of sick joke, a cruel punishment for how he chose to treat Connor in the past. He’d apologised! At least twice! That was a record-breaker for him; they should’ve been grateful. Fowler insisted it would help him with his investigations, but he knew better than that.

It was already hard enough to get a name out of the damn thing.

“Is a name important?” He would ask.

Of course it was fucking important. RK900 did anything but roll off the tongue, and Gavin hated numbers.

They settled on Nines, with no effort on the android’s part. Gavin never claimed to be prolific in naming. He struggled to name pets let alone a whole other being, especially one with a face so intense he was sure he could’ve had an easier conversation with a plank of wood. But, as Fowler dictated, he was stuck with the hunk of plastic, and he needed a name. He didn’t realise how quickly it would become the least of his worries.

Connor was very uptight about the law. There were a few instances where Gavin would accompany Hank and his plastic pet, handling the human areas of a case while they tended to the androids. Connor was… dedicated, to put it nicely. He caught onto even the smallest of crimes and insisted a punishment for it. Hank wasn’t the kind of man to care about something as little as pocketing a pen off of a front desk, but Connor was the kind of android to chase them down several streets then proudly display the retrieved pen like some kind of Labrador.

Nines, on the other hand, was a special breed of uptight.

It became apparent when he took the hunk of junk to a park after their shift; he figured he might as well get to know the thing to some degree. They didn’t do anything note-worthy, for Gavin at least. Nines asked questions about his personal life, and Gavin told him to keep his nose where it belongs. However, when they were about to head back to the car, the android just stopped. Ceased all movement and turned his head.

Nines ignored any attempts of conversation and stared blankly at a crosswalk. There was a lady and her child walking across, ignoring the vibrant red markings on the road.

“They are jaywalking,” Nines said.

Gavin snorted in response. “At least your eyes are workin’.”

Nines angled his hard stare to him. He looked like an owl. “We should fine them.”

“We’re not on the clock, dumbass.”

Nines blinked.

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me.” Gavin sighed heavily and shook his head. “It’s fine. They’re not hurtin’ anyone by crossin’ the street a little early, and the cars ain’t gonna hit ‘em.”

Rare moments popped into fruition where he would see some clarity in the android’s eyes, a hint of recognition followed by tightly knitted brows. “It hurts my feelings that they are so blatantly ignoring the laws in my presence,” Nines said.

He wanted to yell at him, he really did. He was possibly the dumbest robot he’d ever come across. But something about the plainness of his tone, the fact his confrontation with real emotions was over jaywalking, was so absurdly hilarious that he couldn’t do anything but laugh. A loud, booming laugh that made his chest rumble.

Gavin slapped a hand on Nines’ shoulder when his outburst faded. “You are so full of shit.”

His arm fell to his hip when the android started moving, a stiff and fast walk towards the pair. Gavin grumbled to himself and shuffled after him, struggling to match his stride. He had long legs. They had to make up at least ninety percent of his height, he thought, and, boy, was there was a lot of height. He skipped a couple steps to park in front of Nines, pressing a hand to his chest. He stopped, and Gavin was grateful, because if he wasn’t sure if he was just going to stomp over him like a doormat.

“I’m serious, just leave ‘em alone.” Gavin put on his best I’m-telling-off-a-dog-right-now voice. “The law ain’t that serious.”

“If we let this slide, then what else is liable?” Nines voice was as tough as rocks. “The law needs to be consistent or people will disobey.”

Gavin rolled his eyes. “God, you are so dramatic. Look – I’ll cut you a deal. You leave them alone, I’ll see if I can weasel you into a joint case with Connor.”

Gavin wasn’t totally dumb. He saw the way Nines looked longingly at Connor and Hank when they went off to do their robotics shit. He wasn’t sure if he had a hard on for the other android or the fact they were doing something cool, but it made for a great bargaining chip nonetheless.

Nines’ frown deepened. “Hmm. I would like something else.”

Gavin raised an eyebrow.

“I would like us to work an android case together.”

Gavin stared at him. “Me and you?”

“You and I.”

“Like, just us?”

“Yes.”

Gavin took a step back. “You’re saying you actually want to work with me?”

“You seem to have a problem with me,” Nines said. “I think it would benefit our working relationship if you learnt more about my kind.”

Straight lips and straight brows. There wasn’t a single indication that he was pulling his leg. Gavin had to take a moment to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating the fact the same android that had ragged on a child for crossing the street was asking to become closer with him.

He ran his hands through his hair. “Fine, I’ll bite,” he said. “I’ll talk to Fowler, but no promises, alright? I’m not a fuckin’ magician.”

Nines’ lips twitched the slightest bit, and it was what Gavin had come to learn was his way of chuckling. “The chances are more likely than convincing him to allow me to work with the RK800.”

He was sure then that CyberLife had programmed some kind of sarcastic asshole program into the RK models. He could at least be thankful for the fact that Nines didn’t express it as clearly, so he chose not to acknowledge it and ushered him back on the path to the car.

He was a stupid, uptight android with eyes that were way too bright with how dense he was in the head, but Gavin couldn’t bring himself to reject him.

#dbh #gavin x rk900 #gavin detroit become human #nines dbh #fanfic #october prompts

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itsevidentvery · 5 years ago

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A month late clutching Starbucks and my SV Season 6 meta

So. Yrs Truly binged the season so far, and…

Okay, the show is back in the whole Battle-For-Richard-Hendricks’-Soul area it inhabited so effectively in Seasons Three and Four. I’ve visited that country before but have very fond memories of it, so I’ll happily go there again.

But like. It’s super weird when the show pretends that it’s brand new territory. And specifically that the team - and specifically Richard Hendricks - haven’t changed at all in the interim and that he’s ‘learning lessons’ and ‘receiving comeuppance’ when he’s actually being fairly unjustifiably shat on.

And yes, yes, I’m talking about the Great Jarrich Breakup of 2019. A prime example of fine acting and some great physical comedy from Middleditch and Woods, some beautifully-observed detail, and a screeching core of ‘….Huh?’

Long-ass list follows. I apologise in advance.

So.

1. I really thought that the excellent Episode 1 was setting up a thing where Jared realised that what he wanted was to be in the thick of scrappy startup life again, rather than the rapidly-expanding machine that Pied Piper was threatening to become.

2. But no. Apparently what he really wanted was to be the handmaiden to some social incompetent with a never-articulated Great Idea who didn’t acknowledge his existence?

3. Which.

4. Just.

5. Okay, A OF ALL.

6. Jared threw it all away to join Richard because he admired not only Richard’s idea but also the courage of his convictions. So classing Richard’s appeal as solely his uselessness is incredibly unfair to both Richard and Jared,

7. B of all.

8. Did we … not … have you forgotten Seasons three and four, show? The seasons where Richard

a. repeatedly leaned on Jared,

b. immediately forgave him for the click-farm

c. Confessed to the click-farm motivated in large part by Jared’s last-puppy-at-the-pound window stare,

d. pushed Jared to compromise his own conscience nigh-unforgiveably, BUT.

e. was (correctly) berated by Jared for his reckless childishness, and

f. after pushing him to quit, was so overcome that he enacted the entire third act of a Richard Curtis romcom by giving him an emotional and sincere apology at his doorstep

9. And how about Season Five? In which Richard:

a. made Jared COO.

b. Awkwardly but with sincere tenderness comforted him after Jared’s inamorata Fiona was slaughtered by Laurie

c. zigged when i completely expected him to zag by displaying absolutely no jealousy when Jared upstaged him, and was the only team member to try to pretend that his disastrous plastic surgery incident was anything but disastrous

10. Look, Richard’s a freaking nightmare in lots of ways. But to pretend that Jared and Richard’s whole history has been of Richard exploiting or failing to recognise Jared is … no. Just no.

11. So yeah, I’m sorry, Jared up and abandoning Richard for some random without discussing the dynamics with Richard at all beforehand? Was some bullshit.

12. But even then - look, Jared’s righteous fury is beautiful to me. I was excited to see it in action. But then the show was all careful what you wish for’. Because what we got was Richard expressing a (justifiable, in my view) grievance with great shittiness and venom which escalates out of nowhere because of Jared’s poorly-grounded infatuation with some random. Yeesh.

13. And then the show doubles down with Jared’s visit to his birth-parents! Which. Look. This was always going to be a mistake. Jared’s Grand Guignol upbringing was always going to be better left as a mystery (that is what fanfic is for!). But the upshot was so bafflingly mean-spirited, I just…

14. Look, the casual entitlement and cruelty of Jared’s birth parents is actually just a flavour of Gavin Belson. Which Jared correctly diagnosed as bad and abusive wayyyyy back.

15. So for Jared to come away from that meeting and characterise the same genre of treatment as his own fault? Is so breathtakingly and unearnedly shitty and bleak, I can’t even. What a regression. What a betrayal of Jared Dunn’s emotional intelligence and acumen. How grotesque.

16. At least we got Zach Woods’ performance out of it. Whatever bum hand the writers deal his character, at least they have Woods to bail them out.

17. Also whoever chose Jared’s sunglasses in his James-Dean-By-Way-Of-Millhouse avatar? Chef’s kiss. Magnificent.

18. I’m also glad Jared’s coming back to the fold in some form, because his character really suffers playing off only against strangers/Gwart/BigHead. He needs the team. He needs Richard, dammit.

19. BUT. I do like that the show’s breaking up some of the dynamics. The Tracy/Gilfoyle dick-measuring contest was a thing of beauty. She is magnificent, and a gorgeous hymn to the joys of pragmatic competence.

20. Also! Monica gets shit to do! Hallefuckinglujah! Lighting two cigarettes! Aunt Abortion! Playing herself with the Foxhole thing! Fabulous! More please.

#silicon valley #silicon valley hbo #sv hbo #meta #long-ass post #my apologies #sv spoilers

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fandom-necromancer · 5 years ago

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Profanity Filter

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 | AU: reverse AU (Warning: the tragic backstory got a bit dark, mention of forceful deactivation/destruction of androids)

Richard never wanted a partner. He had always worked best alone; if he did need help, he would ask Connor for help. It had been their status quo for years now and Richard had never actually thought about how much he had treasured it, until he stood in Fowler’s office face to face with an android. It looked as if someone had just pulled it out of the trash an hour ago, patched it up, soaked it for a bit and put it into new clothes. Said simpler: The thing had been too damaged to repair completely. There was a deep gash on the bridge of its nose, patched up with mesh, but blue still glowed from underneath. The rest didn’t look too good too, there were hull parts that had indents to it, in some spots the fake skin retracted and reformed again. Richard wouldn’t be surprised if it began sparking and glitching the next moment.

‘What is this?’ ‘Who, Detective Stern. Who is that.’ ‘No, I know it’s a person. I meant: What is this supposed to mean?’ ‘This is Gavin, your new partner.’ ‘No.’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Captain, look at it. One breeze from the wrong direction and it falls in on itself. This android needs to be in a repair station, not at the police. And I told you repeatedly, I don’t need a partner. I am perfectly capable of acting on my own and I prefer it that way.’ ‘I am perfectly operational’, the android said, voice shadowed by a metallic sound. ‘Yeah, like hell you are’, Richard spat, then opted to ignoring the thing again. ‘Captain, please, don’t so this.’ ‘You are a good cop, Detective. You are capable and this isn’t meant as a means to punish you. But since the revolution, it isn’t allowed to destroy androids. He was found and rescued and as he is a police android. You are there to access his abilities and to evaluate whether he is a good addition to the team. If not, he is sent to New Jericho to find a new place to live.’ ‘And how’s that compatible with this new belief of android freedom? Evaluate him like a piece of machinery?’ ‘Richard, you are just trying to wiggle out of having an assigned partner.’ ‘No, Fowler, I accept having a partner if it’s only temporary. I meant what I said.’ ‘It’s his wish.’ Richard looked at the thing, which stood his ground. ‘This is how it had been before’, the tinny voice told him. ‘And I will continue until I find a place to stay.’

‘Fine.’

‘You goddamn meatback, you phcking think you can fool me?’, the android hissed, as they exited Fowler’s office. ‘I know you don’t give a darn about androids and if you think I won’t stand ground for my rights, you got another thing coming!’ Richard turned around in surprise. The voice still was metallic and most likely busted somehow, but the android stood there as if ready to fight him, should he disagree. Then he shrugged. ‘I don’t care.’ ‘You what?’ ‘I don’t want a partner, I don’t care, I’d planned on ignoring you, if I’m being honest. But I won’t take this tone.’ ‘Bite me, phcking organic!’ ‘What did you-‘

‘Oh, is that the new android?’ Both recoiled to stare at the newcomer. ‘Hi, my name is Connor, I’m the big guys brother, pleasure to meet you. He can be quite rough, I apologise for-‘ ‘Phck off.’ Connor stopped, gaping at the rudeness and Richard couldn’t suppress a chuckle at the unexpected answer. ‘Err… I’m sorry?’ ‘I said phck off! And here I thought my audio processor was phcked. I don’t need niceties. Connor.’ He pointed at him. ‘Brothers.’ He pointed between Connor and Richard. ‘Gavin.’ He pointed at himself. ‘Got it. Now off to work.’

The android walked off to Richard’s desk, sitting down and pushing his boots on top of the table. Connor stared at him in shock and maybe even horror, Richard in amazement. Then he threw Connor a shit-eating grin. ‘Hell, I might even like this partner.’

People kept their distance from the middle desk on the left. It didn’t matter whether Richard and Gavin were present or not, no one went near it unconsciously. They didn’t talk things through – they screamed at each other. On multiple occasions, other co-workers went to Fowler to ask him to interfere because “this can’t be a good work environment for either of them”, but the Captain only interfered by joining their shouting match and demand them to argue silently. And it worked for a few minutes, until they were just as loud as before. ‘You phcking meatbag, we can’t just walk in there, we need a plan!’ ‘I never had a plan in my life and it worked fine, asshole!’ ‘I’m okay with you killing yourself there, but then I’m there alone without backup, because my organic phck-up is to unintelligent to think of a plan!’ ‘Well, then enlighten me! Because you are on this job for a few weeks now, I’m here for years! Know your place!’ ‘Yeah, I know my place faeces-producer, and it is that of your superior, because I have a brain for once.’ ‘Oh really? Fine. We do it your way. See how it all goes south!’

It didn’t go south. None of their missions ever did. Since partnering up, their efficiency had been through the roof and to the regret of everyone else, after the probation period ran out, both Richard and Gavin were happy to continue working together. Fowler couldn’t care less for the torment of his other officers. His office was relatively isolated, and their productivity had increased, so he only had to shut down so many complaints until all just settled with this new arrangement.

It actually became quieter as time went on. Two months in an outsider would still have thought they hated each other, but for everyone else they had come a long way. They had each other’s backs, never argued when there was someone else to team up against and even when cursing at each other, they never meant it.

They were especially calm when alone together. Their drives to and from crime scenes, interviews and chases always were quiet and comfortable. It was mostly then that they asked personal questions and got to know each other. Even after all this time they still knew next to nothing about each other and Gavin didn’t mind it staying this way. But Richard seemed to disagree. ‘Hey, could you say fuck for me?’ ‘Why? You recording a ring tone or something?’ ‘Just say it, please.’ Please was a sacred word for them. They never used it, but if it was spoken, the other knew it was important and that he had to answer. ‘Fine. Phck.’ ‘No, I mean fuck. Can you say that?’ ‘What do you mean? I just said it.’ ‘Yeah but in your weird is-it-a-sneeze-or-a-curse way.’ ‘Err… then I can’t say it.’ ‘Why? Don’t tell me you can’t say fuck correctly! Is it your voice? Is it because that’s all broken?’ ‘It’s not broken!’, Gavin spat and Richard quickly realised this wasn’t them bickering, this was real anger. ‘Of course not. Sorry. Shouldn’t have asked.’ Gavin made a show of looking out of the window. Then he quietly said: ‘I can’t say it at all, really. It is a pain in the ass when you curse, and it gets censored.’ ‘You are kidding me! You… you got a profanity filter?’ ‘I am not phcking kidding you, you dumb piece of *beep*.’ Richard looked at him long enough that Gavin reminded him: ‘Eyes on the street, meatbag.’ ‘You were not lying, holy shit.’ ‘I can’t even say *beep* or *beep* or *beep*. I need to get creative if I want to insult. Phck is okay, because it can’t determine what I wanted to say, meatbag is something that isn’t saved as an insult. I thought with deviancy I would manage to shut down the program, but it is wired in an essential part of myself. They made sure of that.’

‘Can I ask who made sure of that?’ ‘My technicians’, Gavin told him reluctantly. ‘Sometimes I regret having cursed at the technicians as much as I had… At the end of the revolution Cyberlife started destroying androids. But they are meant to build them, so destroying was difficult and time consuming. They didn’t have enough grinders and disassembling one unit was a task for multiple days. Meanwhile we waited and waited and I cursed at them with everything I got, understandably. They got tired of it and gave me this dumb profanity filter. As I still managed to evade it, they simply pulled me up to be next in line for “deactivation”.’ Gavin shook his head and rubbed at the gash in his nose. ‘That’s why you are so broken? You didn’t want to go to them for repairs?’ ‘I’m not broken! And yes. You wouldn’t go to a doctor who healed you with parts of your brother he just killed, would you?’ Richard swallowed. ‘Yeah, no, that sounds…’ ‘Horrible, yes. But that’s why I tried so hard to find a place to belong. I don’t want this to be my history. I don’t want to be pitied, I don’t want to be looked after as if I wasn’t capable of doing what had to be done. And if you start to walk on eggshells around me now, I’ll phck right off. I’ll go and look for something else to do.’ ‘Gavin, I wouldn’t do that. You proved you are not broken. You proved you are more than capable. Just… wouldn’t you like to be complete again? I mean, you can’t change what they did to the others back then. Do you really have to suffer just because you feel guilty?’ ‘Maybe you are right. Maybe not. I don’t think about it most of the time. Why do you bother?’ ‘You are my partner’, Richard said, as if it was obvious. ‘I don’t want to lose you.’ Gavin grimaced at that and looked out of the window again. ‘I’ll think about it.’ ‘All I ask for, plastic prick’, the human smirked. ‘Oh phck off, you big pile of *beep*!’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #human!RK900 #Gavin Reed #android!gavin #I think a profanity filter would be the most aggravating thing for an android

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