#i just like to think about her holding gav

[peoplesing]

on this fine sunday i would just like to say that éponine has a below average singing voice and the only person who knows this is gavroche when she sings him lullabies

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny’s always thought meeting other vigilantes and heroes outside of Amity would be an event he’d gush about. He’d figured it would be more intimidating. More graceful, certainly. Less humiliating, considering he’s known Val for ages and she’d seen him choke on chili cheese fries in middle school and hack it out like a dying walrus.

Ah, well, at least this time, it wasn’t humiliating for him. Danny Fenton knew when to count his blessings, and this counted for sure.

The sight of the helmeted vigilante laying face down on the pavement for five minutes straight was getting worrying though, even if Danny sympathized with the feeling.

“…You good?”

A pause of deliberation.

“No,” came the muffled reply.

Danny finished filling his gas tank- gah, why did the GAV have to eat so much?- before walking around his car and prodding at the now dozing man. Huh. He smelled kind of liminal. The man groaned.

"Hey, is there someone coming to get you or...?" Danny trailed off. Other than inwardly laughing at watching the infamous Red Hood eat shit on the asphalt, it was probably a good idea for Danny to figure out why the guy was so far from Gotham.

"Ain't your business, kid, get lost." Red Hood made to stand up, only to groan as he stressed his very broken arm.

"Right. Do you want me to sit here with you until your trusted adult picks you up?"

"Oh, fuck off."

Danny grinned. "Here, hold on. I think I've got an arm splint in my car." Without another word, he trotted off to grab his medical supplies.

"That's a concerning amount of medical supplies," Hood's hand- the unbroken one, went to his gun.

"I get hurt a lot. Like, a lot." Danny replied candidly, forking over the medical supplies.

"Red Him! Bizarro come pick up!"

Danny looked up. "Is that... zombie Superman?"

"His name's Bizarro. And he's way better than that blue asshole."

"I'll take your word for it," Danny shrugged. Liminals tended to have better instinct about people anyways.

"Bizarro! Down here, bud!"

"Red him!" Bizarro floated back down to the ground with a thump. Danny saw the little Superman plushie sat on top of his shoulders. "Red her in little trouble!"

"Shit, get me up." Bizarro turned slightly suspicious eyes onto Danny, who just smiled at him.

"Who this?"

"This is... uh..."

"Danny. Retired vigilante." Danny rocked back onto his heels. He'd retired Phantom years ago, taking over the family business and shutting down the portal.

"Huh. That explains a lot," Red Hood considered his arm. "Red Hood. This is Bizarro."

"Skinny him help?" Bizarro asked, visibly worried.

"Sure! Whatcha need help with?" Danny paused. "Can I be something other than skinny him, though?"

"Hey- wait-"

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

a day in the life where everyone tries to win reader over, maybe they heard reader mention something like how they can't stand an annoying relative asking them about a relationship over the holidays, or trying to get her the best gift?

ps i love your writing, i read it like my morning paper

A Day in Life: Christmas, Presents and Revelations

Synopsis: A day in your life full of good Christmas presents, propositions and secrets.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader

Tw: Implied stalking; Calling someone a manwhore; Karens in the family with traditional and conservative ideals and miserable lives; Mentions of past cheating; Mentions of past Bucky Barnes X reader; Is Hal Jordan slowly getting his redemption arc?; Slightly implied horny Reader; English is not my first language.

Word count: 2,2k

Requested? Yup.

General masterlist | A Day in Life - Series masterlist

— And it's just so annoying, like, sometimes I literally don't want to show up on these things, but I don't want to leave my mom there alone with my dad’s family. — You huffed. — My auntie’s too concerned about my romantic life, like her husband didn't get other three women pregnant at the same time she got pregnant and only married her because he would have to marry one of the four girls. — You shook your head while your co-worker laughed. — And you know what's worse? I told everyone I had a boyfriend, but Bucky cheated on me, and I didn't tell them that yet, so she's gonna think I lied and mock me like the middle-aged Regina George she is!

Unknown to you, certain people were listening, and silently, each one of them made a decision.

Your last day at work before Christmas, you were getting ready to go home, pack and take the road, when someone knocked on your office door. You looked up, seeing no other than Martian Manhunter at your door, holding a present.

— How can I help? — You hid your gritted teeth behind a polite tone.

— I came here to follow the Earth tradition of Christmas and give my loved one a present. — He stopped in front of you with a soft smile and extended the gift in your direction. You hesitated.

— You didn't have to… — You cautiously took the present from his hand.

— I also have a proposition for you. — And there it comes. — I couldn't help but overhear earlier that you were in need of a partner for a meeting with your family. — You wanted to facepalm. — I could be that person. — You sighed.

— I can't show up with an alien superhero. — You crossed your arms with a pointed look.

— As you know, I'm a shapeshifter. — You watched as he changed his appearance to look like multiple different kind of people, one moment he was a tall blonde man, the next, a black girl with braids, then an asian young guy, and so on, meaning he could look however you wanted him to. — And you can call me by whatever name you choose, even the name I adopted here on Earth… J’onn J’onnes. — He settled for his usual green alien appearance. — You widened your eyes at his confession, thinking “oh, shit”.

— Uhh…

— While you think about it, open my present, darling. — He gently pushed the present in your direction again and you, still wordless, obeyed, while mentally searching for a way out of this.

You cleared your throat and teared the paper. The feeling of destroying the wrapping paper of gifts always made you feel a little embarrassed, as if the beautiful wrapping itself was the present and you were being rude by tearing it apart. It was a silly thought.

As you finished, you found out he gave you a comic book from your favorite hero. It made you excited, but you couldn't show it much.

— Oh wow, thank you… — You coughed. — Can't even imagine how you knew it was my favorite… — You internally rolled your eyes. — Anyway, about your offer- — Another knock interrupted you, and you both looked at the door. Aquaman was there with another present in hand.

He looked suspiciously from you to the other hero and stepped forward, then focused on you.

— Whatever offer he gave you, I give you one better. Take a king to meet your family, darling. — He smirked and offered you his present. You ignored what he said, settled the comic on your desk, and opened his present. It was a necklace with charms related to the beach, like some shells, pears and fishes, all made of your favorite metal. You pursed your lips, not waiting to admit to yourself that it was pretty and you liked it more than you thought you would, just like the last gift.

— Thank you. And about your offer, I can't exactly do that. You can imagine why. — He shrugged.

— Well, you can simply take me as your completely human lighthouse keeper, Arthur. — He smirked and wrapped your shoulders with his left arm. You shuddered, thinking “God, no”. — We’ll even invite them to our beach house, darling. Right on the shore. I also have a boat. Let's impress them. — He grinned proudly, as if he was sure you couldn't deny him.

You shrugged his arm off and before anything came out of your mouth, you remembered about your auntie and her shittalking right now. She always wanted a beach house, but everyone knew your uncle prefered to spoil himself and his side-pieces than her or the kids, and yet, she felt superior to every member of the family who was single because at least she had a husband and she didn't need to work, including you.

Rubbing a beach house, a boat, and a blonde hunk himbo on her face could be nice… Even if you just offered to take only your immediate family there one day and then just pretend you broke up with him later, he and the league would still get the wrong idea.

— Knock knock, oh- What’s everyone doing here? — Flash was there and pursed his lips while looking at the three of you. You groaned internally.

— You can go, Flash, (Y/N) won't choose you. — Aquaman, or Arthur, weaved him off. Flash narrowed his eyes for a second and then turned to you, ignoring him and beaming at you, extending a gift in your direction.

— I bought you something! — You discharged the necklace behind you and took the new gift, it was a bracelet with a lightning symbol in your favorite metal. It was also pretty, you were getting tired of it.

— Thank you, Flash…

— Please, just call me Barry. — He grinned brightly. — Please ignore the stinking ugly dressed fishman and the alien still learning to act like a normal human. You can take the funny and smart forensic chemist to meet your family. — He reached up and took his mask off, you widened your eyes, at seeing his real face. Huh, you didn't think he was blonde.

You stuttered, too shocked.

— Oh God… — You thought knowing their name was worse than their faces, secret identities and all, but something about seeing a real face that was kept hidden all the time felt like a heavier burden. To make matters worse, Green Lantern showed up. — No.

— Just hear me out, please! — Everyone turned to him with annoyed expressions. — I changed, I swear! And I apologized like, a thousand times. — He cleared his throat. By your face, he knew it was the worst thing to say. — Anyway, here’s your gift. — He bit his lip while you took it from his hands and opened it with hostility. They were tickets for the next concert of one of your favorite artists, that made you feel a little bad for the way you treated him, but it didn't change what he did to you in the past.

— I… Thank you. — You were trembling with nerves at this point from all the surprises you were having.

— I heard you needed someone to bring home for the holidays…

— Uhuh.

— And your dad is a big fan of the army, right? — You blinked. It was true, but you never told them that, yet, you weren't surprised they knew that.

Where was he going with it…?

— Please, not you too.

But he took off his ring anyway, and after a moment, he was wearing civilian clothes, along with a military jacket and dogtags.

— Who better than a charming ex-air force member to present to your family? Test pilot now, I can take them flying. Actually, I can take you flying. — He winked. — Call me Hal Jordan, beautiful. — He winked and saluted you. — Also, I fought in the war.

— Dude. Just give up. They're not gonna pick you.

— I will never give up, I'm a green lantern, strong will is kind of my thing. — He looked at you again. — So, darling?

While you were staring blankly at him, someone cleared their throat.

— Be reasonable, you don't have to be humiliated today. — Wonder Woman catwalked into the room confidently. She was holding two bags from a clothes store in her hands. The amazon pushed Hal Jordan aside and stopped in front of you. She looked you up and down and smiled charmingly. — Take me with you, darling. This is for you. — She extended one of the bags to you. You took it and looked inside, then reached in and pulled it out. It was a beautiful outfit, completely on your style, and clearly of good quality. But when she pulled out what was inside the other bag, it took your attention and you looked curiously at the red wine satin dress she was holding up. — And this is what I will be wearing. — She smiled seductively. — Diana Prince, pleasure to meet you.

You couldn't help your jaw from dropping while imagining her wearing that. While some family members might not admire the sensual outfit as much, you definitely would. Secretly. Your ego would too.

Damn it, why couldn't she be more normal and less yandere?

You swallowed, looking away from her and the dress. It was finally too hard to say no, but not for the mature reasons.

At your silence, Diana’s eyebrows rose up and she tilted her head to the side, with a pleased small smile. The other men in the room groaned and started arguing loudly, but she was untouchable in front of you.

Unstoppable force, meet immovable object.

— I think I should just go home, it's getting late… — You rapidly shoved your gifts inside the bag, took your things and squeezed your way between them heroes, not even realizing how trapped you were previously, but just as you got to the door, you hit a brick wall, or Superman, as people usually call him.

You groaned and he looked at you sheepishly.

— I guess after all of that I can't offer you something much better, but I can try… — Superman took a deep breath and before you could blink, he flew away, changed clothes, and came back. One second, Superman was in front of you, the next, just a regular cute guy wearing glasses and a suit. You took a second to recognize him and understand what happened and what that meant.

Damn, who knew glasses were a good disguise.

— I'm Clark, Clark Kent. I grew up on a farm in Kansas and I work as a journalist at the Daily Planet. — He smiled shyly and gave you his gift. — I hope you like it…

You blinked and catatonically looked at the thing he gave you. Differently from the last gifts, it wasn't neatly wrapped and it had a weird shape, but by how it felt in your hands, you guessed what it was.

You expected the sight of a Superman plushie to greet you, but instead, it was a plushie of your favorite fictional superhero. The same hero from the Martian’s comic.

Well, it was cute. You would probably fall for him if you didn't know better. You held back an awed sound that wanted to spill from the back of your throat.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by all the Justice League groaning a collective and loud “GET OUT”, you looked up, confused and curious by what caused all this, surprised by seeing it was just Batman entering the room.

Huh, why did everyone react like that?

He stared at you, then at every single one of them, silently, almost disapproving, or disappointed, but then, he smirked when he looked at you again.

Batman was smirking? You flinched.

— This is for you. — He gave you a big box. It was surprisingly heavy. When you opened it, there was a very expensive and beautiful pair of shoes, something you only dreamed of having and was always on your Pinterest board. Only digital influencers and celebrities wearing it, making you jealous. But that wasn't all. There was also jewelry and a very expensive bottle of wine. You will definitely take it to the holidays to impress your family. Or maybe keep it to a very special occasion. — And there’s more from where it came from. — He reached for his cowl and your breath hitched. Never in your wildest dreams you thought this day would happen.

He took of the cowl, and in front of your was…

Bruce Wayne?!

While everyone deflated, knowing they lost, you just had to hold back your laugh, but a snort still escaped. That took everyone off for a second, including the always stoic hero in front of you, who was clearly bewildered when you couldn't hold back anymore and laughed to his face.

— You think I'm gonna show up to my family with the nacional manwhore? HA! Yeah, that's gonna impress them for the first five minutes, then I will be the dummy who’s gonna be traded for the next top model. — You shook your head, still laughing. Bruce frowned deeper. You slightly feared for your job after you bluntly called him a manwhore.

— I would never do that to you. My affairs are all to deceive the public and keep my job a secret.

— And that might be true, but my family doesn't know that! Or are you gonna tell this to everyone? Funny. Billionaires are so delusional and out of touch… — You shook your head and walked out.

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[cindol]

all good? how are you doing? i wanted to share a thought (more like a hc) about the albino waka + black reader🩷 this lives in my brain 😹 feel free if you want to do something with this💋

໒꒱ ₊˚. WHITE LEOPARD WAKA AND BLACK FEM READER HCS ໒꒱ ₊˚.

tw— hc format, wakasa is sixteen, he isn’t literally a panther it’s just a head cannon name,

﹒.ᐟ 𐚁 cw— reader and waka are a couple, reader is blasian, neglect(reader’s parents aren’t home a lot), reader’s father is ignorant and rude to waka, mention of racism towards reader,

You and waka are definitely the stereotypical bad boy and school girl couple. You were always the sweet girl with Afro puffs in a blue and white school uniform hugging onto the teenage kodo rengo leader’s arm.

white panther!wakasa was the type to front and act tough but never could with you. You were the only girl and person ever that could pull his ear and grab his cheek that wouldn’t get a glare or cocky wave off from him. You were the main woman that could be trusted to handle him and you made that clear with how you talked to the whole of kodo rengo.

“If this boy here gets too in his head, give him to me, yes?” and much to his dismay they would listen every time.

white panther!wakasa is always at your house if he isn’t at gang meetings at his hideout discussing plans or out eating dango. With your parents always out at work at early times and late nights for however long their boss demands of them he could be there no matter the time or day because it’s not like neither parent would be there to scold him to leave their daughter alone.

At your house he could truly just unwind himself, free of all gang life and crime, he could just be his most calm relaxed teenage self he was supposed to be at his age. On your couch he sleeps on your couch however much he pleases with his head resting on your lap and his eyes closed while your hands are in the head of his blonde fluffy hair.

Tilting your head you smiled down at him humming.“For this fearful panther everyone thinks you are, you’re more like a sleepy panther you know?” Of course you get no response but a hum.

white panther!wakasa doesn’t care about being embarrassed about shopping with you and carrying your bags. He’s probably one of the few mature teen gang leaders who don’t make a fuss about being an actual good boyfriend. When his fellow vice presidents tease him about holding your bags in a mall he just scoffs at them.

white panther!wakasa tries to be more “manly” and what not and protect you. He knows how the streets and gang world can be especially to young girls. You being the girlfriend to a leader that dominated east kanto would make you a target for the worst crimes, especially a blasian girl in this country.

For that reason he never wanted you alone on the street. As much as you would say you can handle yourself he begged to differ and put his white uniform coat around your shoulders and walk you home on his arm.“bullshit, these streets are so dirty y'know? Can’t have my girl in these shit streets at night.” with a bored tone in his voice while he walks you home in the dark.

white panther!wakasa is still a cocky asshole deep in his heart and that’s unfortunate for when you want him to meet your parents at a family dinner when the both are finally home on a good saturday. He’s a hit with your mom, her thinking he’s just charming and just right in her eyes.

as for your father his view on wakasa was much

different. All he could see from the kid across from him at the dining table next to his daughter was a thuggish criminal pulling you into his bad ways.

Your father believed he wasn’t fooled by how wakasa put up a front in front of him. He heard from business associates in kanto how misbehaving that boy could be, if he wanted to really know him well he needed a one on one, some questioning.

When he called him into his home office he asked the question many protective dads would ask,“what business do you have with my daughter, boy?”

When he gave the most truthful answers to his questions it didn’t work. And when it didn’t he gave his one and only question to your father that stunted him and won him over at the same time.

“Well if you don’t trust this delinquent boy with your daughter, who do you think she will?”

even if your father didn’t accept him as your boyfriend, why would he listen to a man who’s rarely even makes it here on the weekends?

white panther!wakasa likes enacting the fantasy of you being his little wife. When sitting on your couch and seeing you in a cute pink frilly apron serving him dorayaki it makes him invinison a nice future with you.

While you eat with him with both plates on the coffee table you hum and ask the question on your mind.“you think we’ll ever get married waka?” it’s a silly question a lot of teen girls ask their boyfriends who they think will stay with them forever, but you believe you and waka will always be forever.

eating a piece of the fluffy pancake patty he answered.“I don't see why not.”

white panther!wakasa lets his whole gang know how he feels about you, everyone knows this but when some nobody member of kodo rengo pushes his luck saying something insensitive and racist about your looks he makes an example out of him.

He doesn’t beat him to a bloody pulp as much as he does want to but he makes a fool of him. In his gang’s hideout for all members to see this guy on a pole with his underwear keeping him there. Wakasa wanted to do something much more embarrassing than this but for now this satisfied him and actually set an example.

Standing in front of the ignorant embarrassed ex member he had a cocky smile on his gorgeous face.“Let this be a reminder of how you’re supposed to speak about a leader’s girl, yeah?”

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 9

Time for another WIP Wednesday! Wasn't sure how much I'd get out today, but had a sudden burst of inspiration and so you've got a decent segment here. Hope you enjoy!

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

First, Previous

Word Count: 1.5k

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The first thing Tim and Conner did once on the ground was determine which streets were still intact enough for vehicles to drive on to set up transportation routes in and out of downtown.

“Superboy! Can you clear the road of glass and debris?”

“You’ve got it, Rob.”

Conner had barely started when a group of four ghosts noticed them and flew at them, batons raised. Tim shot them with his blaster. It pushed them away too far to use the thermos and he cursed under his breath.

“Keep going, Superboy!”

“This section is clear. Let’s go!”

Two overshadowed humans, one only a kid, started throwing debris at them and Tim dodged as he rushed towards them. Two quick blaster shots expelled the ghosts and this time Tim made sure to trap them in the thermos before they could get away.

The no-longer-overshadowed humans sat hard on the ground and held their heads.

“Are either of you hurt?” Tim asked as he looked around to make sure no other ghosts were going to attack.

“I— no, no. I’m fine,” said the older one, a hispanic woman in her late thirties in casual clothes. “Gabriella?”

Gabriella couldn’t have been more than ten. “I’m fine, Mama. What happened? Who’re you?” The last part was directed at Tim.

Tim hadn’t had to explain who he was in ages, but he smiled disarmingly. “I’m Robin. And the boy over there is my teammate Superboy. Phantom called us in to help with the invasion. We’re going to get you out of here, okay? But we need to get moving now. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” said the mother. “Come on Gabby. We’ve got to move quickly. Like racing your cousins.”

He and Conner fell into a rhythm. Conner would use TTK to clear several dozen yards of road while Tim would keep the ghosts away. All humans they rescued, up to ten now, were kept between the two of them to make it easier to keep an eye on them.

When not clearing the road, Conner would shoot at all ghosts with his weapon which had better range and a wider blast than Tim’s.

They’d managed to move about five blocks and this time, when Tim tried to use the thermos, nothing happened. He curse and grabbed the blaster to at least get it away from the people he was protecting. Turning on the mic on his Fenton Phone, he said “My thermos is no longer working. I’ve thirteen ghosts in it. Could it be full?”

“Shit,” came from Danny. “Must be. Um, B— er, Impulse. They can be emptied in the Fenton’s lab. Can you bring Robin’s thermos to the lab and back? I can’t get in with the shields up. I can give you instructions once you’re inside on how to do it.”

“Can do, Phantom,” replied Bart. “Location, Rob?”

Tim gave his location and seconds later Bart was in front of him. He handed over the thermos and Bart was gone so quickly he had to thank him over comms.

“Hey, Robin. I think my… The Fentons are near your location. They seem to be trying to hold the perimeter, so if you can get past them your people should be as safe as possible. Take a left on the next street and it’s just another two blocks.”

“Thanks, Phantom!”

Then Bart was back with his thermos. “All empty and ready to go!”

“You’re the best, Impulse!”

Bart saluted and was gone again.

“Superboy, we’re taking a left at the next intersection. The Fentons have a barricade set up and everyone should be relatively safe once we get past them.”

Sure enough, once they turned the corner, they could see the Fenton’s GAV and the flashing lights of emergency vehicles behind them. At the sight of safety, over half their humans began sprinting forward, heedless of debris in the street and running right past Conner.

Tim cursed under his breath as ghosts tried to rush the panicking people, and Tim was kept too busy shooting them away to be able to use the thermos as well. But then the Fenton’s saw them and added their own firepower to the mix. Everyone made it past the barricade.

Tim was the last to cross the barrier and found Conner already talking to some of the officers on scene.

“Robin, I’ve asked to speak to the police chief and head of EMS. We’ll accompany ambulances and firetrucks through the downtown area to help any who are trapped that Impulse and Wonder Girl haven’t already helped.”

“Excellent.” Tim turned the mic on his comm on again. “Impulse, Wonder Girl, report. How many have you found that need to be removed by ambulance?”

“Surprisingly, not that many,” replied Cassie. “We have five that we’ve found so far and Impulse has pretty much checked every building.”

“Anywhere you haven’t been able to get into?” asked Tim.

“There’s three banks, the backroom in a jewelry shop, and the back of a pharmacy. But the pharmacy gate was mesh and I couldn’t see anyone. No one replied when I shouted back to see if anyone needed help, either.”

“I’ll see if anyone has contact with those locations.”

Danny spoke up, “The portals closed by themselves five minutes ago. I’ll check them out.”

“Thanks, Phantom,” said Tim.

With impeccable timing, the police chief finally arrived just as Tim finished touching base with the rest of his team.

“We didn’t have a chance to send out a distress signal before communications were disrupted. How did you know to get here?”

Tim shrugged. “I’m friends with Phantom and he asked for help. Impulse and Wonder Girl have found five people too injured for them to safely evacuate. We’d like to get ambulances to their locations as soon as possible. We can probably keep two safe at a time.”

“Hmmm,” the chief looked over at the people Conner and Tim had already rescued. EMTs were checking them over and treating the minor injuries they’d received. “My men haven’t heard a single complain and the people you rescued speak highly of your skill. We’ll take you up on that, Robin. But if any of our people get hurt on your watch, it’ll be on your head.”

Tim couldn’t help but roll his eyes behind his mask, but he smiled the gala-smile his mom had drilled into him and said, “Yes, sir. You have my word we will keep everyone safe to the best of our abilities. Which is quite a lot.”

At that point, Jack Fenton came over. “Didn’t expect to see any superheroes in our little town! How’d you get a hold of our tech? Do you like it? Think the rest of the Justice League would be willing to put in an order or two?”

Tim turned the gala-smile on the man. “You must be Jack Fenton,” he said as if he’d never met him before. “I’m Robin and this is Superboy.”

Conner nodded, “Hello, Mr. Fenton. This tech is quite impressive. You’ve done good work.”

“We heard you were the best for ghost weapons,” said Tim, “so tried to stop by your house when we first came to town. But the invasion had already started and you were out here fighting already. Your son helped us find weapons that suited us. I hope that’s all right?”

Jack boomed a laugh. “That’s my boy! Of course it’s all right. Dan-o knows our inventions almost as well as Mads and I do.”

Maddie came over as well. “It’s great to see someone else use them. Let us know if there’s any improvements you’d recommend or anything that isn’t working out quite right.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Tim. “They’ve been working great so far.”

“Oh, that’s so lovely to… DIE GHOST SCUM!” She turned away from him halfway through her sentence and shot a beam from a bazooka at a group of ghosts trying to sneak past the barricade.

Jack stared adoringly at her. “That’s my wife!” He returned to his own weapon.

The ambulances arrived minutes later and Conner and Tim spent the next hour evacuating the five injured victims.

As the night wore on and downtown fully evacuated and more ghosts trapped in the thermoses and sent back to the ghost zone, things got quieter. And around four in the morning, they decided it was safe enough to call it a night.

Phantom carried them back to his house invisibly and they changed in silence, too exhausted to say anything. Danny retreated to his own room so Sam and Tucker could make sure he’d wake up in time for school and the rest stayed in the guest room. Tim, Bart, and Cassie all managed to squeeze into the queen sized bed while Conner took the floor.

Tim was asleep nearly as soon as his head hit the pillow.

I'm not very good with action scenes. Have very little practice with them, honestly. So hopefully this doesn't come across too rushed! I hope to get better with them as I spend time in this fandom.

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Next

This takes place before the introduction of the Specter Deflector. I'm not sure if I've mentioned that in any notes yet. I think I have, but idk. So if you were wondering why Danny didn't just give everyone one of those, that's why.

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[aydaptic]

If writers word is law and canon must always be respected then Reed900 is also wrong?

Given that Cage has said that he doesn't make games for faggots?

In the game itself it is never explicitly stated that Hank and Connor are father and son, and myself and thousands of others never picked up that they were supposed to be. Writers saying things outside of the media when they chose not to explicitly put it in is meaningless. Like JK Rowling constantly tweeting things that aren't in her books.

If they wanted it Canon, they could have explicitly added it. They chose not to.

(1/2) At what point did Williams/Cage say something like "Gav sees Niner as a son" -- which would make shipping them equally as bad -- like they've come out and said "Hank sees Con as a son?"

You've lost all credibility comparing the two.

Cage allegedly saying what you claim, to my knowledge, is nothing but an unproven accusation. Where's the proof? Anyone can throw accusations.

An author stating something outside of a product is not "meaningless." To think you can override the creator/dictate what's canon is self-entitlement. It's their sandbox, and if they want to change the sand, that's their right. The rest of us are just playing in it. It's like saying that whatever I reply in an ASK -- when ppl ask about my Reed900 Alive series -- isn't canon in my very own ficverse.

Someone: "What does your Niner do when he's severely stressed?" Me: "Singing 'Hold On' to soothe himself -" Someone: "That isn't canon bc I didn't see him doing so!"

I hope you understand where your arguments fall apart now.

As this ASK was sent less than 5 minutes before another, I assume you're the same anon, so I'll add it here not to clutter tags/dashboards.

(2/2) Other ASK below the cut:

I repeat... It's "objectively creepy/wrong to ship two characters" when the lead writers themselves coded them father/son.

Hank isn't "replacing" Cole. A man can have several sons. I've heard this ridiculous argument so many times and it boggles the mind that ppl still use it. My big brother didn't cease to exist when I was born.

Just bc you need them to state so in-game doesn't mean it's not canon. The world doesn't revolve around you. Just as the world doesn't revolve around me. Ppl have different opinions/takes on many things. To demand everyone think the same is to erase individuality.

Clancy Brown isn't a lead writer. He's an actor. Neil Newbon has said plenty of things himself about Gav/Elijah. Those are their own fanon headcanons of the characters they played. Not objective facts. The only objective fact about Gav that Neil has talked about, as far as I'm aware, was when Neil said he and Cage agreed the nose scar was recent. It's also proven by the scar being red still and not white/healed.

If you have more to say -- as I don't wanna clutter the tags/dashboards with ASKs talking about the exact same thing -- do it in the replies.

[bitchinbarzal]

Are you proud of me? | G Brindley

trigger warning for discussion of death & suicide. not graphic detail but discussion nonetheless.

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The first time Gavin laid eyes on you, you’d just thrown a ball hard enough to have him dunked in a tank of water at the teams fundraiser event.

He was the little freshman that got put on the worst stand.

He emerged from the water, clearly soaked looking at your smug face

“What did you say about me throwing like a girl, Brindley?”

He smiled, an airy laugh escaping his mouth “I can’t believe-“

Your giggle cut him off “Are you proud of me?”

He smiled adoringly down on you, leaning over the tank and dripping water onto you drop by drop.

“Hmm” he fake contemplated “Think I can only decide that if you share your thought process with me… over dinner, how about it?”

You bit your lip “Deal”

Nobody had seen you before now suddenly you were around everyday.

Where Gavin was, you were by his side. Not that anyone complained, they’d never seen him so happy before.

The smile never left his face. No matter what was going on, when he was around you he was smiling.

The constant smiles and sickening puppy love lasted two years, until he told you he was going to sign his NHL contract and he didn’t want you to come.

The fight was heard by everyone in the house.

They cringed at the screaming, the vile words you shouted at him.

You didn’t join everyone when they went to Columbus. Luca had begged you to come, that you’d regret it, not to let the anger make your decision for you but you were set.

They all watched Gavin’s eyes drift between the group, clearly looking for someone specific. Someone who wasn’t there.

Back in Michigan you were watching the game, curled up in bed wiping your tears away every time he came up on screen.

You missed him. You loved him. You were proud of him.

You spent the evening scrolling through the dozens of pictures and videos from the blue jackets and friends who had attended the game.

Your heart felt heavy.

You went to bed that night feeling alone, upset and lost.

But you didn’t go to bed. Instead you took yourself into the bathroom and pulled out every bottle you could find.

It was two days before they arrived home.

Two days you lay on the floor until they found you.

Nobody knew what to do. They were shaking in fear calling the police. Crying for you.

The boys spent and hour arguing over how to tell Gavin. Half saying someone should go back to Columbus and tell him in person, the other half opting for a phone call.

It was decided, by Luca that Adam would tell him. Knowing that they wouldn’t make it to Ohio before he would see the news on social media himself.

Adam didn’t even know the whole story when he arrived at Gavin’s hotel room, he was still buzzing off the first game high.

Only to be brought back to earth when Adam said

“Gav… she’s dead”

Adam sat for what felt like forever holding him while he cried.

“I shouldn’t have left her”

“You didn’t know”

“She hated me!”

“She loved you…”

It took three weeks to plan a funeral. The season was done now and everyone was back in Michigan.

The teams post season vacation was cancelled and when trying to reschedule it, their hearts stopped when the agent asked “And what flight would you like Miss Y/L/N to be on?”

They all wore black to the funeral. Their best suits.

He didn’t. He wore blue. It was his blue pinstripe suit with the maize tie you bought. It was your favourite.

Your mom had asked him to speak and he couldn’t say no.

He stood infront of everyone, hands shaking and tears staining the paper he held.

He tried so hard to get the words out and everyone knew he was so close to just breaking down before he sobbed out

“Are you proud of me? I want you to be proud of me”

[goatcheesecak3]

Gavin's Diary

Gavin Ellis x F!Reader

Fic type: angst

Warnings: police violence, gun violence, coma, organised crime

Summary: Gavin reflects on the mistakes he's made in his diary, as he wonders what the future might hold for him and y/n

Y/N got fucked up. And it’s my fault. I roped Ray into some bullshit, even though she warned me not to. Ray is okay now, thank god, somehow he managed to go ten full days without spilling his guts – metaphorically and literally. He says he forgives me, but I still feel awful. That’s why I told that cop, I told him everything, and I begged him to give Ray immunity. I didn’t care if I went down for it, I just wanted to get him out of the mess I made. Well, turns out that was just another thing I fucked up, because it got the love of my life hurt.

I stood on the rooftop with Detective Paris, and told him the whole plan. I told him the part I played and I even gave him Pat’s name, and he told me I would be okay. I believed him. Why the fuck did I believe a cop? Staring down into the motel car park, I pointed out the car of the man who’d been sent there to kill me.

“you won’t have to worry about him anymore” were the last words I heard before my balance was thrown off, a firm slap to my back sent me lunging forwards. My life flashed before my eyes, before I realised I had stopped falling. Desperate, clamouring hands had gripped onto any part of me that they could, and pulled me back over the ledge and onto the roof once more. The screams, those awful screams could very well have been the last thing I heard from y/n, as she held my body, which was now limp with fear, kicking and shouting at the cop to get away. She had followed me there. Smart as ever, of course y/n had known that what she had always referred to as a “Gav plan” would fall through. She was always looking out for me. As if saving my life wasn’t enough, she was willing to sacrifice her own for me, shielding my body with her own as gunshots rang out.

All this commotion was enough to get the attention of the other cops in the building, as they dashed upstairs to find Detective Paris pointing a gun at y/n and me. None of the bullets had hit me, I was, somehow, entirely unscathed. I couldn’t say the same for y/n. She lay motionless, one bullet in her thigh, another in her back. Being as incredible as she always was, y/n had a tape recorder in her pocket, it had documented the entire altercation – all while she was creeping up on me and the cop, right until the paramedics later found it on her person. By some miracle, none of the bullets or blood had gotten to it. Needless to say, Detective Paris has been arrested.

The lawyer who had been assigned to Ray’s case has decided to take y/n and I on as clients too, she’s a nice lady, and I can tell she’s invested in the wellbeing of everyone involved. So far, it’s looking good for me on the legal front, there’s physical proof that I cooperated, and that I was assaulted by an officer. It’s looking like all my charges will be dropped if I agree to keep my mouth shut about what happened. I can’t say the same for y/n, though. Legally, obviously she’s fine, but she’s been in a medically induced coma for a week now and I can’t put into words how scared I am for her.

I’ve visited her every day for the last week, just sitting by her side, holding her hand and reading her poetry. I’m not sure if she can hear me, but I hope that if she can it’s brought her some type of comfort. It’s funny, I never really got the poems and books she enjoyed before, but now they’re the only things that comfort me. There’s this one poem by a guy called Thomas Hardy, it’s about his cat dying. Y/n always loved that one, and now I think I do too, I don’t know, I guess it reminds me of her or something.

I suppose that brings me to the present. The hospital called about an hour ago, an said y/n’s finally awake and in a stable condition. I’m writing this from the hospital waiting room, knowing that these may well be the last few moments I can kid myself that y/n and I are still together, I doubt she wants anything to do with me anymore after everything I’ve put her through. Still, y/n being alive and healthy whilst hating me is better than her dying because she loved someone as fucked up as I am.

I think the nurse is calling me now, wish me luck.

A/N i've got an idea for a part 2 to this, so let me know if anyone wants it!

[negrowhat]

15 Day BL Challenge 2K24

This is the last day of my challenge! I think I'm going to do a more inclusive one. I sort of excluded other QL's, GL's and women all together, which is TRASH of me to do. It wasn't really my intention, but I think I was just trying to release a more generic one to see how it was received by the community. So I will make a new, better one. Or should I just make one for GLs? IDK I'll work on a new one soon. It's here if you want to do it, but I get it if you wanna wait for the new one to come out.

Day 15: Top 5 Bestest Besties

The Boy Clique from History 3: Make Our Days Count. If you...disregard them bullying Xi Gu in the beginning...they're a great group of friends. They supported each other through everything. They apologized to Xi Gu and adopted him into their friend group when Hao Ting started dating him. They went and found yaoi novels to read so they could talk to Sun Bo Xiang properly when he started showing his interest in Lu Zhi Gang. And overall they just hyped each other up about every, single thing. I loved them.

The Special Investigation Unit from The Sign the Series. Yai and Tharn of course, but the entire friend group. KhemThongthai and Yai had noooo problems going along with PhayaTharn's shenanigans and hijinks throughout the series. They did every thing they could to get the two together and they searched high and low with Phaya to find Tharn. They were there crying over Phaya with Tharn. They helped each other excel through training camp together. The 5 of them had a true brotherhood.

The Squad from Together With Me. I will always love this solid group of friends. They had a family. They always banded together to protect whoever needed it. They took care of Pharm when it came to his icky relationship with the school doctor. Yiwa was KornKnock's biggest supporter. Korn wouldn't sleep until he found Yiwa after Knock's girlfriend tried to hire thugs to hurt her. And Yiwa and Fai worked hard to take down Knock's evil girlfriend. They even helped P'Phu defend his relationship with his...professor...

Pearl and her Babes from The Gameboys Franchise. Gawd she was like their lil Fairy Bi-Mother. She worked hard to get CaiReel together and protect them from outside forces. She offered them so much sound advice and she was quick to apologize when she was wrong. She was always there for CaiReel, never judged them, and played an integral part in them meeting in real life. And they offered their advice, love, and support when she was looking for a girlfriend. And they were ALWAYS down to support whatever cause she was working to promote. Gav even did food delivery for Pearl's father.

Saebit Boys HS Student Council from Light On Me. I still don't like ole girl on the end so this is really about Daon, Taekyung, Shinwoo, and Namgoong. Namgoong is an excellent friend through and through. He was all knowing and all seeing and he kept his friends in check and offered sound advice. I love that Daon and Shinwoo didn't let their crushes on Taekyung ruin their friendship. They both agreed to pursue Taekyung and didn't stand in each other's way. They let Taekyung decide and didn't try to persuade him by speaking badly about each other. They even traded advice. Just a healthy lil friendship group. AND I AM SO PROUD OF TAEKYUNG AND DAON FOR HOLDING OLE GIRL ACCOUNTABLE FOR THE CRAP SHE PULLED.

[kamiko1234]

Since my glorious mutual @darkmist111 asked in my last post how I feel about Percy’s relationships, with his mom especially at the ending of the last book. As well as his friendship with Grover, Annabeth, and Tyson, I shal answer now ! So let's start with Sally. Not gonna lie ? I love that we get an MC with an ALIVE, GOOD parent to support him. It's weird how many MCs only have dead or very shitty parents if you think about it. So having Sally and Percy be like they are feels like something genuinely new ! As for their relationship at the end of the first book ? Wholesome. I love how both Percy and Sally are so protective over each other. Sally ready to sacrifice her own happiness and even life for Percy and Percy holding (In my opinion) utmost loyalty above all to his mother. Love how she immediately got Percy the opportunity to visit another school incase he wants to stay with her. I hope that Sally'll stay alive in the future, mostly because having Percy have a safe space away from the demigod world is something I think he'll genuinly need. Considering how the plot of The Lightning Thief went for him. As for his friendship with Grover, damn do I have mixed feelings ???? Like, I see that they are good friends. Percy is very attached to him despite having know him for "only" a year. But I also suspected Grover as being the traitor for ages. Meaning I sort of always looked for the cracks in it yk ?

I'm definitely still intrigued how it will develope, since Grover expressed his disdain for humanity quite a bit while including Percy in it. I also get the feeling that Grover is much less attached to Percy than Percy is to him, due to him being seemingly pretty okay with just going off being a Seeker to find Pan. Which meant leaving Percy behind. Right now I'm trying to stand back and take a new look at the dynamic without me constantly looking for clues and reasons for a future betrayal of Percy (same goes for Annabeth btw). Annabeth had a similar disadvantage to Grover since she also was a suspect for traitor for the longest time. However I do think that with her there's an interesting addition of being more connected to the demigod side of things with Percy. I'm still quite early into the series so I have no doubt more will come up- but so far their relationship seems very sassy to me. Percy obviously feels comfortable around her, and she also definitely is a long-term companion.

I also think her sort of mentor role very interesting ???? I mean, between the two Annabeth no doubt is the smarter one. She's the brains to Percy's brawn in a way. Annabeth is the one giving Percy and the audience the necessary exposition on new things to understand stuff. I think it's especially cool how Annabeth isn#t treated like a typical "nerdy girl" by Percy either. I also like the lack of romance so far between them. While not TOTALLY against them getting into a romantic relationship later on (considering there were some hints) I do prefer that Annabeth and Percy become good friends first. They are like- 12 to 13 right now, let's let the kids stay friend for now.

So now I wasn't TOTALLY sure if you also asked me about my thoughts on Luke's and Percy's relationship (englisn isn't my first language) but I'm not gonna pass up a chance to talk about my gav. So, yeah. Where do I even beginn ? Okay, so first off : similar to Annabeth and Grover I have a bit of a skewed view with Luke due to not thinking him as any sort of suspect to being the traitor in the first book. One of the reasons he became my favorite WAS that I didn't think he'd be the traitor, and I didn't want to risk getting attached to a character who'd then turn out to be a traitor (oh the irony~). But also, the fact that I just genuinely didn't think he'd be any sort of bad guy speaks VOLUMES. I do believe that Luke holds some sort of affection towards Percy, and even Camp Halfblood as a whole. I don't know MUCH about his history yet, but it's definitely fucked up and I do get his point. In my opinion I think Luke is, ultimately speaking, a child dealing with a fucked past and justified anger. Percy doesn't know that ofcourse, and I think Luke's betrayal hit him very hard on a deeper level (even tho it hasn't been shown much yet) Luke was a sort of surrogate brother to him afterall. He was the guy taking care of Percy when he first came to camp and I genuinely don't think that was simple acting. He trained Percy personally and Percy obviously trusted him. So seeing Luke go off the deep end and attempting to straight up kill him ? Yeah that must have fucked some shit up in Percy's head. I can see a LOT of future conflicts between the two. Percy especially being desperate for answers and confused by how Luke acted with him. On the other hand I can also see Luke getting a bit torn over it. Especially if you combine Percy with Annabeth. Now don't get me wrong, he's definitely off the deep end. But so far I don't think he's completely lost yet. Should Percy find out more about Luke's backstory, and maybe even develop and understanding for Luke's (ultimately justified) anger I do think that Luke could be redeemed/saved by him. I do really like the changed in the show they made with the whole reveal ! It completly refelcts on how I see Luke and Percy's relationship. In the book Luke had a sort of 180- going from cool older brother to complete psycho. It was so bad that I genuinely thought Luke's mind was being controlled or he had been switched with a doppelganger or something. In the show he seems much more hesitant. Much more wanting to recruit Percy instead of killing him. The line where Luke says- almost insists- that he's still Percy's friend despite all this is GOLD in my opinion. Luke does like Percy, unfortunately to him he thinks his revenge is more important. He does care about the people around him. HELL- that close up of Luke's face when Percy figures it all out ? The way he looked sad and somewhat regretful even ? Like he never wanted Percy to figure this all out- pure gold. So excited to see where this will go.

AAAAAANNNNNDDDDD THAT WAS ALL ! Thanks for asking, and if anyone else wants to ask me stuff or wants to hear my opinion on smth spam my ask box ^^

[noras-dc-shenanigans]

Parents | Discovery

‘Okay. Don’t panic, Danny, no need to panic, your parents just saw you transform into Phantom and now think you’re possessing yourself and are chasing you with a giant cannon that will rip out your ghost half which would kill you for real. It’s fine. Everything’s fine, don’t panic—‘

A massive explosion ahead of him cut him off, and Danny, definitely panicking, veered to the side and phased through a building to get more distance. On the street he’d left behind, the GAV screeched as it, probably, goes up on two wheels from the hard turn his dad made to try to follow Phantom.

A little time bought, Danny dived down, just under the street, and headed in the direction he thought his abandoned observatory was in. While underground travel was great for escaping, it was awful for navigation. Once he’d gone far enough he couldn’t feel the ecto from the giant cannon anymore, Danny cautiously popped his head above ground.

And groaned, because he’s way out on the edges of town, and nowhere near his hideout.

‘I have got to get a compass or something. At least then I could keep in a straight line!’

Sighing, Danny went both invisible and intangible, just to be safe, and started heading back into the city proper. He’d only been flying— slowly, cautiously, looking out for any traps— about five minutes when he heard voices.

Normally, Danny would ignore it, it’s not his business what people are doing, but the voices were coming from an abandoned building and it was like 2:00 in the morning (he thought) and well… at this point anything shady is probably ghost related, so he might as well—

And yup, there it was, the gasp of cold air. Joy.

With a heartfelt, totally unnecessary sigh, Danny veered off to the building and popped his head through a wall, still invisible. It’s took him a moment to adjust from street-lights to nothing, but then he could see what’s going on.

Only… he had no idea what’s going on.

There’s a group of people that certainly looked like they should be ghosts, but other than the faint ecto signature off one larger one…

They seemed to be human. Weird humans, but human.

The largest was dressed in all black, with a cape and a pointy cowl and his lower face being the only visible skin. The maybe-ghost was the next largest, with a red helmet and brown leather jacket over black combat clothes, and some sort of chest armor with a red bat on it.

Then there’s a slightly shorter, more slenderly built one in a skintight black suit with a blue bat and striped down his arms to his fingers. He’s got nothing but a black domino mask on, showcasing his black hair.

The next two also had dominos and black hair, though the middle one was pale and in a red armor-vest thing and tight black pants, and the shortest had darker skin and more green.

All of them were standing around Big Black, who was holding up some sort of device that was giving off noises. Judging by the arguing going on, the noises weren’t good ones. As Danny watched, another person in all purple walked out of a side room, this one appearing female with blond hair under a purple hood, a matching mask over her nose and mouth. She joined the group and said something just out of Danny’s super-hearing range, and they all responded by turning their attention back to the noisy devise.

Danny was still contemplating how to approach the situation when some instinct in him caused him to go back intangible, having involuntary dropped it earlier to concentrate on invisibility. Half a second later, a slim figure in all black, including a helmet, dropped through him. They hit the floor with a roll, and by the time Danny had shot up into the rafters all the others had taken battle stances. Big Black had some sort of shurikan thingy, Red Helmet guns, Blue Stripe two batons, Red Vest and Purple had staffs, and Green Cape a thin sword. Small Black popped out of the roll and into a fighting stance Danny had seen his mom take, so he assumed it was karate.

Somehow, most of them were staring straight at him, despite his invisibility still being up. Just to test, Danny flew sideways a few yards, and yup, they could see him somehow. He’s betting there’s some sort of tech in those masks of theirs.

For another few moments, they’re at a standmate. Then there was an explosion somewhere outside, and Danny startled enough to become visible again. There’s another big BANG! and then some screams, followed by—

“Oh come on!”

Completely fed up, Danny took off in the direction of the familiar shouting, totally forgetting about the Weird People he left behind.

Less than two minutes later, Phantom showed up in the downtown area and sucker punched Skulker in the metal face, taking the hunter ghost by surprise. He corrected himself mid-fall and shot off a bunch of lasers to distract Phantom, before beginning his very, very, very worn-out speech.

“Ghost Child! I have come to finally claim your pelt! With my new upgrades, you won’t escape me again!”

Phantom, unimpressed, rolled his eyes and shot several ecto-blasts at the annoying rogue as he retorted,

“Uh-huh, right. Remind me again, is this the fifth or sixth time this month you’ve said that? I’m thinkin sixth.”

Dodge. Spin. Shoot, shoot, dodge, shoot. Taunt Skulker into doing something stupid with his new jet pack, ice it over, suck him into the thermos before he can recover.

‘Just another day of ghost hunting.’ He thought wryly, clipping the thermos to his belt and taking off before someone can show up to shoot at him. Danny automatically headed for his house, keeping low and invisible, before stopping dead in an empty alley a few blocks away.

‘Oh. Right.’

Memories of his parents just— was it really just an hour ago? Ready to tear him apart to get to their son flooded his mind, and despite not needing to he sucked in a breath, battling the tears that popped into his eyes.

‘I can’t go home.’

The thought hit abruptly, and brutally. Suddenly, Danny found himself in the corner of the alley, behind a bunch of broken pallets. Tears streamed down his face, choked-down sobs barely escaped his mouth, and he curled in on himself, core aching in the way he imagined his heart would, if he changed back.

‘But you can’t do that anymore either, remember? Not after whatever they hit you with. It’s gone. Your human half is gone. You can’t switch back, can’t be separated again, not like that time with their weird invention. This is permanent.’

Grief, pure and thick, shuddered through Danny as he sat there, for minutes or hours or days. He didn’t care, couldn’t, not after losing so much. His humanity, his parents, his home.

All of it, gone, in just a few minutes.

By the time the Halfa’s emotion had run their course, the sky had just barely begun to lighten, and the niggling feeling that he’d forgotten something rushed back threefold when several silhouettes appeared on all sides.

‘Oh, right. The Weird Humans.’

Some part of Danny thought he should be getting up, running, fighting, something. But the larger part, the kid under the hero, the teenager who just wanted his parents, couldn’t work up the strength.

He watched, as if through a tv screen, as Big Black cautiously approached. As the others all moved in, blocked both ends of the alley and the rooftop. He stared blankly, face still hot and wet from his tears, as Big Black knelt in front of him and started talking. Danny couldn’t get his brain booted back up enough to understand, and after a few minutes BB seemed to give up.

Instead, he got closer, and closer, and then Danny was being carried away. The man was holding him gently to his chest, grip firm but not restraining. After a few moments, Danny let his head gently thunk to the man’s chest armor, and closed his eyes.

He was just— just too tired to take anything else. Two to three ghost fights a day, barely attending classes, grades dropping lower and lower as the school year drags on… passing out on top of his homework, rushing out at all time of the night, being shot at by his parents and Red Huntress and rogue ghosts.

Losing his friends, Tucker to his parent’s new job in another state, Sam to her parent’s fancy boarding school in Europe. His sister, to a college half a country away.

His parents, to their prejudice and rage.

It was all just— just too much.

Danny just wanted a break.

“It’s all right, lad. You’re safe with us.”

The voice is gruff, but gentle, and he’d been wrapped in something warm and tucked comfortingly against a chest and it’s just been so long since he felt safe he just…

He just gave in.

————

Alright, my contribution to DPxDCFamilyWeek! Just finished on time!

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Father-Son Bonding (1)

With Maddie and Jazz off attending a women in STEM conference over the weekend, Jack decides to take Danny out for the best father-son bonding activity there is—ghost hunting! They're going to catch that elusive Danny Phantom or die trying! Metaphorically, of course. Jack would never let his son die hunting ghosts, or at least... that's what he thinks.

Written for the prompts:

Jack and Danny spend quality time together hunting that damn ghost boy! Danny is being such a help! Bonus points for if they're both enjoying the endeavor. [from @pricklenettle], Jack Fenton finds out. [from @underforeversgrace], and Jack is excited to hunt ghosts alongside his ghost-powered son, and Danny is enjoying the time with his dad way more than he thought he would. Maddie, however, is deeply troubled by all the ways her son could get hurt, and her overprotectiveness causes a heaviness to fall over the Fenton family home. [from @astatia-ghast]

Read it on AO3

Chapter 1: Danny Phantom Doesn't Know What's Coming (Ch.2; Ch.3)

[Warning for violence]

Jack Fenton was excited.

He was often excited, so that wasn't really noteworthy, but the reason he was excited this time, as opposed to all the other times was.

Jazzy had talked Maddie into going to a Women in STEM conference together during Presidents Day weekend, and that meant that it would just be him and Danny for four whole days, and he was excited. It was rare that the two of them had a boys' weekend together where they didn't have to be the ones getting out of the house. As much as Jack loved fishing, he had other plans for this weekend.

"Rise and shine, Danny boy!" Jack shouted boisterously into his son's room. "The early bird catches the ghost."

Danny groaned and sat up in his bed. He glanced at his alarm clock. "What early bird?" He asked. "Dad, it's almost ten."

"Well... it's just a metaphor," Jack said.

Danny shook his head and chuckled.

"Are you excited for our boys' weekend Danny? I've got big plans!"

"Oh yeah? What are they?"

"It's a surprise!" Jack shouted, absolutely giddy. "Now put this on and meet me in the lab downstairs!" He threw one of Danny's white Fenton jumpsuits at him.

"Let me guess, does it have something to do with ghost hunting?" Danny asked, holding up the jumpsuit and ripping off the picture of his dad's face.

Jack tried not to be too offended. He probably just wanted to match his father, since Jack's own jumpsuit didn't have any sort of logo on it.

"That's just the half of it," Jack started to say, then cut himself off. "Ah! You won't get any spoilers from me! And don't worry about about breakfast! I packed plenty of beef jerky, cereal bars, and fudge in the Fenton GAV."

"Alright Dad, I'll meet you downstairs in a few minutes," Danny said.

"The hunt is on!" Jack shouted, before leaving and closing Danny's door behind him.

—

Danny chuckled as his Dad left his room. Most of the time, their father-son activities were more... fishing and catch. You know, standard things like that. As much as mom wanted her kids to be capable of fighting ghosts, training them in martial arts and marksmanship, she was a lot more hesitant to let them actually fight ghosts. She thought that they should be older before they entered the dangerous world of ghost hunting.

But when mom was away, well, that was when their dad would take the kids out on ghost hunts so they could have some real-world experience. Jazz had always hated them, but Danny had absolutely loved them when he was little. They never actually found anything back then, of course, so it was kind of like going camping and saying that you were hunting for Bigfoot.

Once the portal opened, and there actually were ghosts around—not to mention the Danny was one of them—Danny had been dreading he next time Mom went away and Dad would take him 'ghost hunting' again, but now that it was actually happening, that childish glee of being able to do something 'grown up' with his dad was coming back anyway. That illicit excitement of his father taking him to do something that his mom wouldn't approve of, something they'd have to keep a secret.

Besides, there may have been actual ghosts now, but that didn't make his dad a more competent ghost hunter. And even if they did catch something, Danny could pretend to fall or fumble and let the poor ghost loose. He knew Dad might be a little disappointed at losing the ghost, but it wouldn't get him down for long—and with how often he fumbled things himself, there was no way he'd hold it against Danny.

So Danny pulled on his jumpsuit, brushed his teeth, ran a comb through his hair, and then headed downstairs to the lab with a smile on his face.

"Danny-boy! What took you so long?" His father greeted when he entered the lab.

"It's only been five minutes," Danny pointed out. "So what's the big surprise?"

"Oh, you're gonna love this!" Jack said. He grabbed the Fenton Finder and held it up in front of Danny, who instantly tensed. "Fenton Finder, locate ghost."

The small dish on the device swiveled and the radar beeped, and Danny held his breath.

"No ghost detected," came the Fenton Finder's cold, robotic voice.

"What?" Danny asked, surprised.

His dad was practically jumping up and down. "It's the new jumpsuit!" he explained, beaming. "Ever since your accident, you've been pinging on all our devices, and your mother finally figured out that you were probably contaminated with ectoplasm during that incident. I knew I couldn't take you out ghost hunting if you were just gonna throw off all our instruments, so I designed a new jumpsuit for you and sewed it myself.

"It's a new type of fabric I invented, completely ecto-insulated, I call it Fenton Fabric!"

"Catchy," Danny said. He couldn't help the slight, incredulous shake of his head. "Dad, this is... amazing. I can't believe you did this.... Thank you."

"Oh, don't mention it, son!" he declared. "It had to be done for you to be able to join me on the hunt for the most elusive ghost we Fentons have ever tried to capture! That's right!" He wrapped a massive arm around his son's narrow shoulders. "While the girls are away, you and me are gonna be hunting Danny Phantom." Conspiratorily, he leaned down and added, "That's the second part of the surprise."

"Awesome," Danny said, and much to his own surprise, he didn't even mean that sarcastically.

Any other day, if Danny had heard his dad proudly declaring that he was going to catch Danny Phantom, he would have felt nothing but dread. Not today, though. Today, he would be right by his dad's side the whole time, and he even had a brand new jumpsuit that would prevent the ghost hunting tech from locking onto him. Today would be a father-son ghost hunt with absolutely no chance of success, just the way it should be.

Step one, as always, was to arm themselves.

"So, what kind of weapons are you thinking?" Danny asked. "Fenton Bazooka?"

"No!" Dad shouted, then he slouched and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "No that one is... uh... prone to overloading and electrocuting the user. Your mom was okay with it, but I don't think we should bring it along."

"Oh."

Yeah... Danny could definitely agree with that call. He had no idea there were still such dangerous kinks to work out of Fenton Bazooka. That was good to know.

"Besides, we don't want to send that spook straight back to the Ghost Zone," his father added, waving a hand as he went to his workbench full of gizmos. "We want to capture him, and study him. That's why I propose we bring the Fenton Ghost Weasel! I caught him in it once before, you know, so I know it works."

"Yeah, you've told me the story."

"You'll bring your Fenton Thermos, too, as a back-up, of course, just in case it breaks, or something. You never can know what will go wrong on a ghost hunt, so it pays to be prepared," Jack continued. "Then there's the Fenton Finder, and the Fenton Foamer, in case he brings his buddies. What do you think, anything else?"

"Definitely the Ghost Fisher," Danny said. "If he's flying and out of range, we'll need a way to pull him in closer. Oh! And a portable ghost shield. 'Cause we're not gonna be in the RV the whole time."

"Good thinking, Dann-o," Dad agreed. "But it's not just an RV today. Today, it is the Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle, just as it should be."

Danny smiled.

"Now, let's talk weapons."

The two of them armed themselves with the usual ecto-blasters to start with. Danny grabbed a Fenton Wrist-Ray as a back-up, and his Dad grabbed a pair of ghost gloves, since he was more of a brawler than a marksman. Danny also grabbed one of his mom's plasma-staffs, just because she wasn't here to tell him he couldn't, and he'd always wanted to try using the lightsaber-esque ghost hunting bo-staff, ever since he'd seen her use it to beat the crap out of Vlad's ghostly animal minions.

Finally, they were fully stocked and setting up a mobile HQ in the GAV, and Danny finally got a cereal bar for breakfast while his father flipped switched to fully arm and activate all the ghost hunting features in the vehicle that were usually turned off for the sake of safety. Once all that was done, the GAV pealed out of the garage and tore down the road, Fenton Finder and Spectral Sub-sonar both scanning the area for any signs of ghost activity.

The most dangerous part of ghost hunting with Dad wasn't the potentially deadly homemade ghost hunting weapons and tech, and it definitely wasn't the ghosts. No, the most dangerous part was Jack Fenton's infamous driving. He was such a menace that the local news did their best to warn the people of the town when he'd be on the roads. Danny made a point of calling Channel 4 to let them know of his father's likely plans to go ghost hunting tomorrow—and thanks the that, the roads were almost completely clear, and the pedestrians were keeping a wary eye out.

Danny, for his part, was clinging to his seat for dear life, strongly suspecting that it would be this that finally drove him into a grave. He may have been half dead already, but he was also half alive, and that half was on a roller-coaster with no safety restraints hurtling down the road—both having fun, and utterly terrified.

"Keep an eye out for any ghosts!" his father shouted over the whine of the engine and the squeal of the tires. "Even if they're not our target, any ghost we find might be able to lead us right to Phantom!"

"Roger that, Dad!" Danny shouted back, and he looked out his window, scanning the skies for any signs of that telltale green glow.

Since they weren't out to destroy any ghosts today, just capture them, Danny wasn't too worried about what would happen if they actually found some. They'd all just be put in the ghost containment cell in the lab, where Danny could 'accidentally' flush them all back into the Ghost Zone before anything bad could happen to them. He didn't see any ghosts in the sky, and his ghost sense didn't go off either, but there was a blip on the Spectral Sub-sonar.

The Spectral Sub-sonar worked by sending out periodic waves of a unique sound frequency that only occurred naturally in the Ghost Zone. It was an intangible sound, inaudible to humans because it couldn't interact with human eardrums. Danny could hear it though. It was kind of a low, resonant sound, like one of those massive orchestra drums, but quiet, and easy to ignore. It could pass right through solid objects, but bounced off anything made of ectoplasm, so it could be used to find ghosts and ghostly objects in the human world.

"I'm seeing a bogey, 9.3 klicks northwest, near the water park," Danny said.

"Well spotted, Danny!" his dad commended. "Man, we make a great team!"

The tires screeched as Dad made a sharp U-turn in that direction, and Danny tensed all his muscles to avoid getting whiplash. Then they were careening down the road toward the local Water Park. The closer they got, the more apparent it became that whatever was pinging on the sonar wasn't just near the park, it was in the water park. The parking lot was mostly empty, and Dad practically sling-shotted the GAV into an empty space... well, two empty spaces, since it was too wide for just one.

The second they stepped out of the GAV, Danny's ghost sense went off, alerting him to a ghost near by. He glanced over to make sure his dad hadn't noticed, but the bulky man was busying himself turning on the safety features before locking up so the GAV wouldn't activate against any innocent bystanders, so Danny was in the clear.

"Do you think it's that Danny Phantom?" Dad asked.

"Only one way to find out," Danny replied.

Floody Waters was still open, but this late in the autumn, there were few people there, even on a Saturday. A few families, with sopping wet little kids shivering whenever a cold breeze blew by. A couple of teenagers, the kind who didn't care if it was cold or not, and were probably planning to cause as much of a ruckus as they could manage before they were kicked out. More noteworthy than who was there was what most of them were doing, and that was screaming at the top of their lungs.

They hadn't been planning to go to the water park today, and it seemed Dad had even left his wallet (and his driver's license) at home. Still, they figured they could at least go up to the entrance and see if the park wouldn't make an exception for two ghost hunters. Much to Danny's surprise, the employee checking tickets at the entrance took one look at their jumpsuits and equipment and ushered them through.

"Oh, thank god you guys are here," the greasy-haired young man said. "It's pandemonium in there! You gotta get rid of that ghost!"

"GHOST?" Dad shouted, and tromped forward with purpose. "Have no fear! The Fenton boys are on the case!"

Danny stifled a laugh as he watched his father squeezing himself through the turnstile with absolutely no dignity whatsoever in his rush to get inside.

Danny didn't know what ghost to expect inside the water park. He'd fought ghosts there before, namely Klemper, and Johnny 13's Shadow. If it was either of them, there wouldn't be a problem. But it was a common misconception that ghosts always tended to haunt the same place, so Danny doubted it would be either of them, this time.

He was right.

The ghost terrorizing Floody Waters wasn't Klemper, or Shadow, or any of Danny's standard rogues. It was a ghost Danny had never seen before. He couldn't tell if the ghost was a man, woman, or a genderless Zone-born ghost. All he could see was a swirling vortex of water rising into the sky, casting a shadow over the park. When they spoke, their voice sounded like waves crashing against a cliff during a storm.

"Fear me, for I am Mariner!" the ghost shouted. "I am the stormy, indifferent seas, sinker of ships, drowner of sailors! This land-locked amusement center, this domesticated sea, this farce is an insult to the vast, uncontrollable ocean! I will free it, so that it may roil and churn like the true ocean, so that it may swallow its captors like a riptide, and never spit them out!"

Danny nearly transformed on instinct, before he remembered who he was with. He glanced nervously over at his dad, but the man showed no fear on his face. He stood his ground and stared up at the swirling pillar of water, sizing up the ghost.

"What do we do, Dad?" Danny asked.

Actually fighting a real ghost was not typically a part of the father-son ghost hunting adventure itinerary. Let alone a ghost this powerful whom Danny had never seen before. They were supposed to drive wildly around town, set some traps, set up a tent in the park for an overnight stake out, go out for sympathy burger the next day after finding nothing, and go home.

"Danny, the Fenton Foamer!" Dad ordered.

Danny slung the weapon off his back and tossed it over.

His dad caught it and took aim, not at the ghost, but at the water. Right before Danny's eyes, the toxic green foam mixed with the water, swirling upward until the entire waterspout took on an eerie green color, and then it collapsed, falling all at once and landing in the pools and rivers of the water park with a massive splash that soaked everyone around.

For a split second, Danny just stared at his father, shocked and impressed.

"Shoot, Danny!" his Dad ordered, snapping him out of it.

In a single motion, Danny drew his ecto-gun, took aim, and fired at Mariner.

The ghost howled in pain as they were hit right in the middle of the back, and whipped around, glowing red eyes wide with rage and fixed upon Danny and his father.

"Stand your ground, son!"

"Right!"

Reaching behind his back, Dad equipped the ghost gloves, and clenched his fists, preparing for a melee.

Mariner raised their arms, and the water churned, but it didn't do more than churn. While it was still mixed so thoroughly with the neutralizing foam from the Fenton Foamer, Mariner couldn't exert as much control over it as they had before.

"Very well," the said lowly, though their voice carried all the way to the ground. "If you dare to contaminate the tides, then I shall drag you under myself."

The ghost dove toward Danny and his father with murderous intent, and Danny, Ecto-gun still in hand, fired upon them, trying to slow them down or stop them before they reached the ghost hunters.

Mariner swerved and dodged. Now that they could see where the shots were coming from, they were a lot harder to hit, though Danny did still manage to get a couple more good hits in to the ghost's shoulder and spectral tail.

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to stop them before they reached the ground. All he'd managed to do was piss them off, and now they were flying straight at Danny. Danny threw his hands up to defend, and braced for impact, but it never came.

He heard his dad shout, and opened his eyes just in time to see an orange blob slam into Mariner, grabbing the ghost with a pair of glowing Ghost Gloves.

It was a brawl. Dad was strong, but he could only touch the ghost with his ecto-charged gloves, which put him at a disadvantage. Still, he held on for a solid minute before Mariner grabbed him and pulled him into the water.

Danny ran to the edge of the pool, looking down, desperately hoping that maybe the foam in the water would be enough to weaken the ghost and make them let go. It wasn't. It had been diluted when it mixed with all the water. At worst, Mariner only felt a slight sting. Meanwhile, Dad was thrashing and struggling, and he couldn't breathe.

Danny had to help him, but how could he? The ray from his ecto-gun or wrist ray wasn't a fully formed ghost; it would become inert the second it hit the foam-infused water, and the Fenton Thermos would have a majorly reduced range. The plasma staff didn't have enough reach, and if Danny jumped in with it, he didn't think he would have enough control or momentum underwater. He only had one option left if he wanted to save his dad.

"I'm going ghost!"

[peskellence]

Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Post Pacifist Ending, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

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Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now punished in the same way as crimes against humans. A reluctant Gavin Reed and his new partner RK900 have been assigned to investigate a string of disturbing murders. Despite the shift in Detroit's social climate, Gavin still holds reservations about whether or not androids are truly alive. Will his developing feelings for 'Nines' be the thing to change this?

Warnings: Graphic Violence, Depression/Self Destructive Behaviour, Eventual Smut

Word Count: 4.4K

"I just don't get what its deal is."

Gavin sat slumped on his bar stool, cradling a half-empty glass. Already three drinks in, he was beginning to feel a distinctive buzz clouding his senses. Soon, he would be rewarded with the blissful intoxication that was desperately desired. Taking another sip of whiskey, he relished in the sensation. All tension seemed to melt away as his body became warm and slack. 

"Androids are usually so easy to read, but this one just… isn't, you know?"

He had turned to his companion for input but found her attention elsewhere. She was far more engaged in a nearby pool match than she was in their conversation. 

"Tina", he snapped his fingers in front of her face, to which she attempted to fan him away.

"Not now, Gav, I have money on this. My bet is on the big one with the lazy eye. What do you think?" 

"I was talking to you. That's what I think."

There was a click of resin-on-resin as the man that Tina was betting on was able to sink a perfect shot. She punched the air and let out a small grunt of victory. Gavin was less than enthralled.

" Tina. "

With a sigh, the frustrated officer turned on her stool, facing her friend. "I don't know what else you'd like me to say, Gav. Nines and I aren't BFFs. I hardly know him better than you do." 

"But you get what I mean, right?" he pressed on belligerently. "One minute, it's a standoffish jerk, and the next, it's actually decent. It's like it spins a goddamn wheel to decide whether to be a prick or not." 

"He's a little guarded. A lot of people are." 

"There's guarded, and then there's..." His words trailed off as Gavin stared longingly into his glass, taking another gulp. "Any time it seems to feel anything, it puts itself on instant lockdown. It doesn't matter what I do or how nice I am. There's never any progress." 

"Yesterday, you said he was being nice. Sounds like progress to me."

"I didn't say it was being nice. I told you it said 'thank you'." 

There was an outbreak of noise from the pool table as Lazy Eye's opponent, a man covered with obscene tattoos, sank an impressive trick shot. Tina watched on in visible displeasure, a pained expression contorting her features.

"I know you have limited experience in this department, but most people consider a 'thank you' as being nice." 

"So that's supposed to make it all better, then? One damn thank you after a week of treating me like dirt? What a joke." 

"Baby steps", She insisted, clapping him reassuringly on the back, "You've officially reached begrudging tolerance. Keep it up, and you might get upgraded to a friendly acquaintance."

Coiling away from the touch, Gavin bristled. He wasn't yet ready to challenge what he understood Nines to be - and the nature of their relationship. Familiarity and fondness complicated matters. It was far easier to view the android as a hardened metal beast. One to be kept at an arms-length. 

His desire to drink grew exponentially as he concluded that he was still far too sober. Sinking another measure of whiskey, he tried to focus his thoughts. "Androids don't make friends, and even if they did, Nines has no interest in being mine."

"What makes you say that?" 

"Because it literally told me so", Gavin fired back. "It didn't even want me to call it by its name. Are you seriously going to try and convince me that this buddy-buddy shit isn't a waste of time?" 

Tina paused thoughtfully, lips pursed. "Before this week, Nines only knew you by your reputation. That would be enough to scare anyone shitless. He's getting to know you, and he's beginning to realise that you aren't a complete raging asshole."  

Gavin frowned back at her, wholly unconvinced "So we've spent a couple of days together, and now the tin-can has changed its mind?"

"It shouldn't come as a surprise. Statistically, someone has to like you." 

Leaning forward in his stool, his eyes narrowed in opposition. His body no longer felt pleasantly warm, the room's heat growing tight and constricting around him. He craved the bracing chill of the wind outside. As well as a cigarette. It would have to wait, however, as there were more pressing matters at hand, like numbing all of the cognitive functions of his brain. 

"Bullshit", Gavin spat out. As if physically sickened by the suggestion. "Total bullshit. I've already told you. It doesn't like me; it doesn't like anything." 

Except for Anderson and Connor, and tidy rooms, and my cat -

Bringing the tumbler to his mouth, he knocked back what was left of his whiskey in a long, unbroken gulp. He let out a gasp, catching his breath, before drying his mouth on the back of his sleeve. His colleague watched on with a despairing look. As if anticipating that the detective's ramblings were only about to increase tenfold. She was soon proven right as the detective settled into a new, more invasive position inches from her face.

"Okay, smartass", his voice was dry and strained, a consequence of the burning liquor. "If it likes me, if it's even capable of that, then why did it go all shades of psycho when I asked if it was really deviant?"

Tina, who had been about to take a swig of her neglected beer, instantly halted her movements. She stared at her friend, utterly appalled, searching for reassurance that he may be joking. 

"Don't look at me like that", Gavin complained, unappreciative of the silent judgement. "Just tell me: If it likes me so much, why wouldn't it answer a simple question?"

"Because that's a shitty thing to ask", She said plainly, as if the answer was glaringly obvious. "How would you feel if I asked if you were really a person?"

"Nines is proud of what it is. It's not like I was going to send it spiralling into an identity crisis."

Tina's mouth opened wide, as if ready to relinquish a long tirade, but shut soon after. She seemed unable, or otherwise unwilling, to unpack her coworker's heavy-handed statement, instead opting to take a breather with a long, quiet sip of her beer. 

"Not cool, Gav" The words were muted as her lips remained clamped to the rim of her bottle. "The poor guy is trying his best. You need to lay off a bit."

Gavin let out an indignant splutter as his face burned a vibrant red. He swung an arm forward, almost knocking his tumbler flying. "So now  I'm  the problem?"

"Yeah, you are. I mean, what the Hell, Gav. Why are you so in his business?" 

"In it's fuckin'  - ?" Another splutter, as he grew increasingly heated, "You were the one who wanted me to bend over and lick its plastic asshole!."

There had been no attempt to contain his volume, and with the sudden clashing of glass accompanying it, the bizarre proclamation had rewarded them with more than a bit of attention. The bar felt deathly silent as the focus of all nearby patrons was pulled to the bickering officers. 

The men playing pool had paused their game, exchanging looks of quiet bewilderment. A group of women, who had been sitting drinking in near-perpetual silence, erupted into a sea of gasps. They quickly began to nudge and shush each other, albeit still giggling under their breaths. 

The bartender, who had been cleaning glasses, scowled at the detective with weary recognition. It was far from the first time Gavin had caused a ruckus in his bar, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. 

He signalled to a man at the back of the room, who was reclined next to the jukebox. There was an exchange of looks, and with a wordless nod, the man twisted a dial on the machine's display, to which the volume gradually increased. Silence persisted for a few seconds longer amongst the patrons, but as the well of entertainment dried, the sounds of drunken mingling steadily resumed. Throughout all this, Tina had been sitting with her hands clenched firmly over her face, struggling to suppress a fit of laughter. 

"That is definitely not what I told you to do", She wheezed, foam trickling from the corners of her mouth. " Although maybe it wouldn't hurt, break the ice a bit."

Gavin remained deaf to the teasing, barely able to hear anything over the thundering music. "I'm going for a smoke", He announced, kicking back from his stool and away from the bar. "I better have a drink when I get back." 

Gavin made his way outside, escaping through the fire exit and bracing himself for the harsh winds about to greet him. The rain that had fallen earlier in the day had begun to freeze over, leaving a fine layer of ice on the ground. Not wanting to take his chances with the steep concrete steps, he sat down, pulling his cigarettes out of his pocket and quickly lighting up.

After a long drag, he leant backwards, trying to lose himself in his senses. His eyelids fluttered closed, and his head swelled with the sudden darkness that embraced him. The fleeting serenity failed to last, however, as his vision shifted, and he was greeted with the stern expression of an all-too-familiar android. 

Continuing to smoke, Gavin tried in vain to shake away the unwanted image. The features of the android staring at him gradually began to soften. Grey eyes ceased to be sharp, becoming bright and curious. The taut lips pulled upwards, melding into an overwhelming, intoxicating smile.

With opened eyes, he grunted in frustration.  Goddammit .

Upon returning to the bar, the lights had been dimmed, and a colourful - albeit underwhelming - strobe effect had taken its place. A sparse couple of people had made their way to the 'dancefloor' - which was really just a narrow strip between the pool table and jukebox. The women marched in forced sequence back and forth while a particularly brave man flung himself like a ragdoll between them.

The tragic display did very little to lift Gavin's spirits. He sauntered back to the bar and slumped himself despondently onto his stool. Tina, who was accustomed to her colleague's propensity for self-indulged moping, silently slid him his liquor. "Ordered you another one. You're welcome." 

Gavin said nothing and simply buried his face into his arms, groaning. His friend gave him a hard nudge, to which he responded with a louder, more pronounced groan.

"Still alive?" 

"You know, I could deal with the bitchy mood swings.", Gavin clumsily began, ignoring the question entirely. "My brother had more than enough girlfriends when we were growing up, but what I really can't deal with is its face."

"Oh man, are we still talking about -" Tina pinched the bridge of her nose, thoroughly drained. "Alright, I'll bite. What's wrong with his face?" 

Gavin pulled himself up before quickly snatching his tumbler and holding it firmly in his hand. "You'd think they'd have time to fix the fuck ups they made with Connor, but no. This one has two expressions: 'waiting to rip someone's throat out' or 'desperate to take a shit',." This was a bald-faced lie, of course - but one that he was keen to maintain. 

"I don't know, I think he's pretty cute."

"So what. You're gay."

She scoffed at the bluntness of the statement. "Look, he's not my type, but all that dark hair and muscles? Objectively speaking, he's kind of dreamy." 

"I think you need your eyes examined."

Taking another swig of her beer, Tina leaned forward on her stool, wiggling her eyebrows teasingly. "Don't lie to me, I know your type. Tall dark with chronic RBF? You'd so hit that. Just admit it." 

"If  it  was a  person, " came the staunch defence, as Gavin downed half of his drink without hesitation, "But I'd sooner rip off my left ball sac than sleep with a robot." 

"I think you should broaden your horizons a bit…Sex with an android is basically the same as sex with a human. Just a lot less sweat and mess" Tina looked a little giddy, swirling the liquid in her bottle. "Plus, they don't get tired, which is nice." 

"How do you know so much about it?" 

She made a 'lips sealed gesture' before batting her eyelashes in a display of faux innocence. "I don't kiss and tell."

"Tell me you're joking." 

"What happens at the Christmas party stays there, Gav. Having said that, you know the ST300 who works reception?"

"I'm gonna be sick", Gavin cringed, making an exaggerated gagging gesture. "They're built like  Barbie dolls . What do you even do with them?"

"Not to ruin the mystery, but plenty of deviants have opted to…upgrade" Tina gave a wink before playfully nudging her friend. "So the good news is, if you do end up banging him, Nines might be packing more than you'd think." 

Gavin's face burned at the thought. God help me -  

"You know what? Forget I asked," he snapped, covering his ears childishly. "I'm not about to pop a boner the next time I watch  The Wizard of Oz . If the Tin-Man does it for you, that's fine, but I'd rather have flesh and blood."

"Pfft, yeah - If any 'flesh and blood' will actually have you , asshole. Seriously, when was the last time you got laid?" 

"None of your business." 

"Okay, so we're talking months at least." 

"You're about to be demoted to my second best friend. After my cat." 

"Come on, I'm only teasing. You must have had a rebound after –"

Tina cut herself off, her jovial tone quickly abandoned. She watched how Gavin began to tense up before sinking into himself protectively. While she had known better than to say the name of her friend's former partner, her judgement of the situation had undoubtedly been clouded by the murk of inebriation. 

She touched the top of his forearm in a sympathetic gesture. "If it is of any comfort to you, I always thought he looked like a rat."

"He was a rat" Gavin began drinking faster, emptying his glass before anything else could be exchanged. Placing it rim-down on the counter, he drummed his fingers along the base. "You don't know how badly I wanted a rebound. To stick it to that asshole and his damn boy toy: but it feels like the only guys who are into me these days are old pervs or nineteen-year-olds who want a 'daddy'. Either way, I can't win."

"Which is why you should consider an android: Fewer daddy kinks and no creepy age gaps." 

"The dynamic is still pretty creepy if you ask me", Gavin challenged, frowning down at his emptied glass. "Less than three months ago, these robotic assholes didn't have autonomy. They've only just become sentient." 

"They were always sentient. The way it works is just different now." 

"Oh, so now they're different? I'm sorry, I thought we were all the fuckin' same?" 

Tina paled, despairing at the direction the conversation was heading. "Don't do this -"  

Focus was back on the two, despite all the lights and noises around them. This time, it was from a group of androids who had recently made their way in - and were standing nearby, ordering shots. One of the androids, a WB400, took particular issue with the detective's obscene ramblings. With shoulders squared and eyes narrowed, it looked ready to give Gavin a piece of his mind - and fists - when his friends all piled in to desperately hold him back. 

After a hurried exchange of whispers and pleas, the WB400 began to back down, albeit still regarding the offending human with intense hostility. Gavin seemed utterly oblivious to his close brush with death, continuing his rant as if nothing had occurred:

"So pardon me for doubting the emotional authenticity of an Alexa on legs." 

"Stop it" Tina pressed a hand harshly to his still-gaping mouth. "This isn't the break room. We're in a public bar . If it gets back to Fowler that you've been saying this shit, we could both be out of a job - and it'll be a cold day in Hell before I go back to retail."

Gavin tried to fight against her grip but found it much stronger than anticipated. Either that or his lax muscles could no longer exert the force required to break free. His head spun from limited oxygen as he floundered about dizzily. As a consequence of his growing delirium, his mind had begun to wander again - without any conscious control or desire.  

Before long, he was no longer in the bar and was instead standing in Mikey's Electronics, Nines close beside him. The stubbed finger of the store owner pointed to a  'No Androids'  sign as the old man watched from the sidelines, sneering aggressively. Both men were closing in on Nines as their increasingly malicious intentions became clear:

"Why don't you go back to the warehouse and rot?" 

As the words were spoken, they failed to sound like either offender. With horrific realisation, he realised that the attack had come from his mouth. He stumbled back, lost in the pained expression spreading across his partner's face. 

What the Hell does that make me?

When Gavin had been effectively subdued, the hand on his mouth slowly retracted. His eyes felt weak and unfocused, as if he had just woken up from a dream. The creeping doubts that taunted him had returned to his mind in full force. They twisted his perceptions, making him fall further down a stream of dismay and scepticism. 

With just how lost her friend seemed, it was clear that Tina felt remorse for having restrained him so forcefully. 

"I understand that this is hard for you," she said softly, trying to soothe him. "But you can't let your personal biases cloud your judgement forever."

"It's not about bias", Gavin said indignantly. "The rest of the country has lost their mind. I'm the only one that can still see sense." 

Running a finger along the rim of her bottle, Tina gently chewed her bottom lip, clearly wanting to say something. Her shoulders were hiked and tensed as she eventually mustered up the courage to speak:

"...Your brother called the other day. Through the station line. I don't know if you got the message."

Gavin stared back into his empty glass, despairing even more at the lack of contents. "I have nothing to say to him. Need another drink." 

"I know things have never been great between you, but maybe if you gave him a -"

"Shot? Excellent idea" He held up his tumbler, using his free hand to flag the bartender. "Hey buddy: Next one's tequila."

The bartender glared back, saying nothing, and quickly turned his attention to Tina. The word 'Tab' was mouthed slowly and firmly, to which the officer dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

"I'm good for it, I swear."

In an instance of impressively poor timing, a chorus of cheers suddenly erupted from the pool table. The men had concluded their games, and a victor had finally been determined. To her chagrin, the man being jostled and praised wasn't Lazy Eye - who was sat at a nearby table, forlornly nursing his beer. 

" Goddammit ", Tina cursed under her breath, composing herself as best she could to shoot the bartender a sheepish grin. "One more round and we'll leave. Promise." 

'One more round' quickly divulged into four or five. Both of the officers soon lost count. With the music slowing and the night winding down, they were barely conscious of the time that had passed until a 'last orders' bell rang aggressively in their ears. The bartender, who had already been losing patience with the rowdy police officers, was on his last nerve. A broad man in a wrinkled shirt, presumably security, stood in wait by the exit, hands clasped firmly in front of him. His eyes were honed on them with precision. Ready to strike. 

"You know what, I'm gonna text it…" Gavin slurred out, rocking unsteadily to his side as he did so. "Stupid Nines thinks it's so great. I'mma tell it to suck my dick." 

"Bold, but not your best pickup line." 

"'S not a pickup line. I just wanna knock the bastard down a peg…." Gavin leaned back on his stool, holding his arm out to steady himself. "Ya know what? Even better, I'm gonna text Jack. I mean, I was waaaay out of his league, and he had the audacity to cheat on me ? Gonna give him a piece of my mind. Tell him his balls were weird." 

"Oh no, you don't", Tina blurted out, snatching the device from his limp hands. "No drunk texting. I'm confiscating your phone."

"Come on, Ti", he whined, "Give it back."

"I don't want to hear it, Mr Reed", She puffed out her chest, doing her best 'haughty principal' impression. "You can pick it up after class." 

Another whine of protest, "Tiiinaaaa."

Gavin leaned forward, trying to retrieve his phone, but fell victim to his lack of balance - face-planting on the counter. With a groan, he slid off his stool, collapsing onto the floor in a crumpled heap. 

A pair of women, who had been making their way to exit, leapt back just in time to avoid him. One of the women, clearly very inebriated, began poking at the man's body with the tip of her high-heeled shoe.

"Is he okay?" she asked slowly, her hazy eyes alight with worry. 

Tina stared down at her companion, snorting. "Yeah, he's fine. Had worse falls than that, haven't ya buddy?" 

As if on cue, Gavin roused from his position and stumbled back onto his feet. He propped his elbows on the bar, resting his face in his hands. However, he did so with a distinct lack of skill or grace, as his head quickly tilted forward and his chin clipped the counter's edge.

"Hey, bartender. Same again, please" he made a strange noise halfway through. Something between a grunt and a belch. 

The doorman was closing in fast, and Tina hurriedly shot to her feet. She swung an arm around her drunk coworker to carefully steady him. "I think it's time we get you home. Any more, and you'll be puking 'til Monday."

"Fuck off, you're not my mom" Despite the weak protest, Gavin settled himself against the woman's shoulder, allowing himself to be guided outside. 

Before he could process anything else, he was slung into the back of an automatic taxi, and the door was shut firmly behind him. The ride home was nothing short of bliss, as Gavin's resistance quickly deserted him, and he began to shut down. Slipping in and out of consciousness, he pressed himself into the rigid polyester of the seat supporting him. He was far too gone to think of anything, and he relished the peace that fell over his absent mind.

This peace was disturbed, however, as he was rudely awakened by someone (presumably Tina) attempting to hoist him out of the car. She struggled for a while against his dead weight before letting out a breathless plea:

"Come on, sleeping beauty. I'm going to need your help here." 

With some persuasion, including the promise of a nice warm bed, Gavin clumsily lifted himself, relieving some of his weight. As they made their way into the apartment, Tina was forced to do a quick sidestep to avoid Tiffany, who was now awake and hissing territorially from the floor. 

"Good guard cat, good… "  Gavin mumbled before his head lolled back again, narrowly missing the edge of the doorframe.

"For fucks sake", Tina huffed out, struggling to pull him back forward. "I am never taking you out again. Do you hear me?" 

By no small feat of determination, she was able to guide her friend the rest of the way to his bedroom - before settling him down on the covers. Gavin hummed contently, spreading himself out, seemingly unfazed by the fact he was still fully clothed. 

"You gonna read me a bedtime story?" he mocked, cracking one eye open but quickly regretting it as the room began to rock and spin.

"You're lucky I'm not reading your rights. After the shit you've put me through tonight," There was a shuffling noise as Gavin's possessions were set on the bedside table. "Sleep up, and let's hope you are sober enough to make it to work on Monday." 

With a listless wave of his arm, Tina was ushered out of his room, to which she happily complied. The light was switched off, and the door to his bedroom was gently closed. Another hiss from a perturbed Tiffany signalled the exit of his friend as she made her way out of his apartment. 

Before losing consciousness again, he somehow found the awareness to put his phone on charge. Unable to resist temptation, clumsy fingers worked overtime to unlock his screen and quickly found themselves scrolling through the list of contacts:

"Actually Decent, Drunk Old Bastard, Top-Knot Asshole…"  Gavin tried to decipher the identities behind the list of cryptic names, but his brain was failing to translate,  "...There you are" . He grinned in satisfaction before clumsily beginning to type out a message:

i didnt stand up for you to be nice. did it cus that old fucker was pissing me off. so before u start telling me im a good person, just remember that u dont know shit about me. i still think youre a smug prick, and i cant fucking stand u - 

He paused for a moment, staring at the screen, pondering on what other musings were left to be added.

 - having said that. u have a nice smile. and a nice ass. so i guess u have some endearing qualities too. dickhead.

Exhaustion eventually won out as Gavin slipped back into his self-induced coma. Dribble soaked his pillow as he loudly snored. Having never made it under the covers, he kept warm from his unshed clothes and the alcohol seeping through his veins. His phone dangled precariously from his hand before falling onto the floor. The screen was still on, illuminating the room, with the message to Nines clearly displayed. 

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Cain and Abel Wept 7/?

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This a Fenton Family-oriented chapter with a bit of background. I hope it came out fine.

Danny dodged the big shadows sent his way. Another day, another challenge for the throne. Except for this time, it was an Ancient Danny didn’t know. She was a being made of pure shadows and darkness.

And she had just proclaimed in front of Amity Park, including the GIW, that Danny was the fucking Ghost King. That will be a joy to deal with later.

Danny needed to put a stop to this. The being had already destroyed infrastructure and caused too many injuries. Danny didn’t want any deaths on his hands.

His parents were following their fight with the GAV, too afraid of hitting him to shoot any ectoblasters. The GIW had no such problems. Danny ended up dodging shadows, GIW blasters, and the random attack from a townsperson trying to be helpful.

“Have to get away from everyone,” Danny muttered to himself.

He flew to the empty park and duked it out with the Ancient Shadow. If it weren’t for his intangibility, Danny would have a shit ton of bruises instead of the few he did.

It was going badly when it took a turn for the worse. The Shadow turned six stories tall and somehow, impossibly, got stronger. Danny was at the end of his rope. He could feel his strength waning. Already, a white ring had appeared around his waist three separate times. Even though he didn’t need to breathe in his ghost form, he could still feel his lungs burning. Danny was going to lose, and a chaotic shadow would rule the Infinite Realms.

No, he wouldn’t allow it; he couldn’t!

Danny felt power growing deep in his chest and raring to be let out. His ghostly wail came out of him.

The Ancient didn’t stand a chance.

Danny used the Fenton Thermos to suck her up and let himself float down slowly. He was too tired to notice Agent K hiding behind a tree; he was too tired to keep his ghost form.

Danny sure felt the ectoblast hitting him.

Danny let go of the thermos and held on to his now bleeding shoulder.

“Freeze, ghost scum, under the Anti-Ecto Act Laws, you are to be detained and taken by GIW to be neutralized.”

Danny gritted his teeth and turned to run (he was too tired to transform) straight into Damian’s sword.

Danny woke up hyperventilating. He touched his chest. He was trying to stop the bleeding and remove the sword he felt protruding from it. It was there, the cold steel chilling him to his very core.

(Not like his ice, though, not the silly little tickles of frost; no, it was a straight-up chill that froze to the bone.)

It took a while for Danny to notice the strong arms around him as they rocked him. Then he heard the words.

“It’s okay, Dann-o, we got. We won’t let anything happen to you.”

Through blurry tears, Danny saw his dad’s large figure holding him tight. His mom was on the bed scratching his head, and his older sister was holding his hand up to her chest and taking deep breaths. Danny soon mimicked her.

“I’m sorry,” he eventually whispered through a hoarse throat, “did I wake you?”

“Oh, sweetie, don’t ever apologize about something like this,” his mom said.

Danny was about to apologize again but bit his tongue; he didn’t want his family to feel guilty about him feeling guilty. It was a cycle.

Danny sighed and decided to be selfish for once. He sank deeper into his family’s embrace.

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Maddie tried to stitch Danny’s injuries as her husband drove away from their smoldering home.

The Fentons had contingency plans in case something like this happened; she just hoped it would never come to it. Thankfully, Jazz was home from university that weekend and could escape with them.

She shuddered to think about what the GIW would do if they had gotten to her while separated.

Danny sobbed in her arms.

“I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I’m so sorry.”

Maddie ignored Danny’s (unwarranted) apologies. She had to focus on his injuries first. Then she could comfort him emotionally.

“Sharp turn,” Jack called out, giving her enough time to put away the needle before he made a crazy move to avoid a shot from the pursuing white vans.

Fuck. Maddie wanted to tear them apart for even hurting her baby.

Danny stared at her with big, fearful eyes, and she had a flashback of a ten-year-old Danny with the same look as they first brought him home. She had promised to protect him; instead, she had gotten killed. Now, he was being chased by a shadowy government organization.

“I’m sorry,” was repeated over and over again from her baby’s mouth. It should’ve been her saying those words.

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Danny finally cried himself to sleep in his father’s arms; Maddie continued scratching his head. She never wanted to let her small family go. Now, she feared Bruce Wayne, Batman, would try to take her baby away. If not him, then the GIW. If not them, then Danny’s responsibilities, and if not those, then…To say Maddie had separation anxiety would’ve been an understatement.

So, for the time being, she put away all those fears and stayed in bed with her family as they held their youngest.

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Jazz used the encrypted laptop and smartphone that Tucker and Technus had programmed. Code Blackout had been implemented. Before the GIW had blown up Fenton Works, Tucker had downloaded a remote virus into all of their techs so they would be unsalvageable. Danny had let the being through the portal before it had been shut forever.

Now, they were in a random, run-down motel.

Danny fiddled with a bracelet hiding his ectosignature, looking out into the distance.

Jazz knew better than to say anything, but she did put her arms around his shoulder before giving him a quick kiss on his head.

They already had gotten in contact with Vlad.

After Danny’s secret was spilled, it didn’t take long for his parents to put together who and what Vlad was. They had made a deal; Vlad left them alone, and Maddie and Jack wouldn’t hunt him down for what they put Danny through.

(That truce almost went out the window when they found out about Dani. To say her parents were murderous would’ve been an understatement)

Now that they were on the run, they needed all the help they could get.

Vlad had set them up with a contact that could get them to Europe, where the Anti-Ecto Acts didn’t exist. They just had to get to New York by the end of the month without being caught.

Easy.

Thankfully, both Vlad and Sam had deposited enough money for them to survive in an untraceable account.

Now all they had to do was wait and escape.

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Jack had always believed in ghosts.

He had believed in them even when he was called a whack job. And when he found Maddie, well, he wasn’t alone anymore.

Jack had never really believed in God, but as he held his small family, he prayed to whatever higher being would hear him that he would be enough to protect his family.

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I’m about 2/3 of the way through WaT and I’m stuck at work without my book so. Rambling stream of consciousness bullet point thoughts and theories below the cut lmao

Chana has to be shallan’s mom, I’m so excited that theory is turning out to be true (I mean. I’m assuming. Based on everything) bc it makes so much sense. Poor shallan though oh my god. There was that one death rattle about an evil twin that I feel like has to be about her too

Renarin and rlain are so cute I adore them. Shallan squealing with delight when renarin finally confessed his feelings was wonderful lmao me too girl

Adolin bonding with his plate spren is so 🥹 I love this guy so much. Him losing his leg is so rough but maybe that means he won’t die?? Is that delusional?? Either way I kinda hope that’s permanent, branderson stop healing all your disabled characters challenge

Ash and taln died?? Did not see that coming, okay so they go back to braize now I guess. That was an awesome scene though - we haven’t gotten to see any of the heralds besides nale be the skilled immortal fighters they are, and DAMN. And the wind told kal that the heralds’ connections would be important, and those are the only two with pov books later, so my guess is that all the others will lose herald status by the end of the book. Maybe them too but they’re gonna live and all of the others could possibly die after getting removed from the oathpact (?). And they’ll be spared bc they weren’t on roshar… idk I’m spitballing here

Kal is apparently gonna be a champion for the spren but I have no clue what that means. I feel like something bad might happen to the spren at the end of this book (wasn’t that foreshadowed in sunlit man? Can’t remember). We haven’t gone back to ishar’s fucked up spren experiments yet so that’s probably involved. Syl I love you please be okay at the end of this book

Kal’s so much happier this book :)))

Szeth being the first patient in kal’s therapy sessions is wonderful. His highspren too I love this

Gav keeps hearing a voice that imo is definitely not elhokar. Maybe he could still end up being odiums champion? I just like that theory. Odium hasn’t been thinking about the actual contest or his champion at all which is weird, so it would make sense if there’s some kind of reveal like that later.

The stormfather is up to no good but I don’t quite understand how yet. He was keeping quiet the fact that Honor caused the recreance. WAIT what if the stormfather killed honor holy shit

What exactly is mraize’s plan? I guess just to have control over BAM, but to what end? I wonder if he and shallan will come to an understanding

Moash is ah. Still pretty evil. Holding out hope for a final act redemption arc (or at least for the narrative to stop treating him like his hatred for the system and outrage at his injustice is inherently bad). Rip to leyten though

Still don’t know what’s up with venli’s plotline but I love it!!! The chasmfiends being their allies now is amazing. Still dying to learn more about the fourth moon. And the well of Control thing too. Dawnshard? I feel like another shard from the past doesn’t really make sense for a couple reasons. Maybe there was a fourth old god (Wind, Night, Stone, another one (Rain? Water? Crabs? Idk man)), which is why the chasmfiend sing four notes. I’m assuming the moon had to have fallen before humans got to roshar

Wait wait wait what if there is a dawnshard at the shattered plains and that’s the one that sig takes up!! If that death rattle was right then moash will kill him but maybe he gets brought back by the dawnshard somehow

Back to the stormfather killed honor theory. Ok so. The stormfather wanted a bondsmith specifically (choosing gavilar and then dalinar) so that someone could challenge odium. But why? Does he want to lose intentionally so odium leaves roshar? Does he want to kill odium (how?)? I’m definitely still missing some info

The stormfather also worked against kal a few times (not wanting syl to stay with him in wor, not saving him in row). We know he’s been plotting so that feels very intentional in hindsight

Gonna stop there lmao. So close to getting to go home and read more :)

[nubimera]

Just more headcanon about Gavin and sibling!Reader but this time is a disaster

Part 1

A/N: I don't normally post my headcanons but now Gavin and Reader live in my head rent free and i need to talk about it, soooo let's go.

Warnings: Child loss (I mention Cole), Parent death and mild mention of canon violence. GN!Reader

Terrible English because it's not my first language.

I think that's all

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•Ok, first of all: Mama Reed is a russian immigrant bc i said so

•She moved to Detroit with her parents when she was 14/15 yo, circa mid 90's

•She remain pregnant of Gavin fairly young, in the 2002. Gavin's father was not in the picture, so she become a single mother (and originally Gavin had her last name. But we will return to this point later)

•For the next 7/8 years that she was alone with Gavin, she changed several jobs, until she officially became a secretary in the DPD

•Nice job, fixed hours and decent salary. And starting work at the DPD meant she no longer had to ask her parents for help looking after Gavin (they didn't mind at all, and Gavin enjoy is time with his grandparents. He also learn speak russian from them. But mama Reed is a proud woman, and she doesn't like ask for help)

Basically it is during her time as a secretary that she meets Papa Reed. And consequently Hank, since the two were best friends and partners at the time

•So it ended up that after a couple of years of dating Mama and Papa Reed got married. Gavin is a big mama boy so it's took a long time for him to warm up to the idea of ​​not being alone with his mother anymore. After some time he accepted it, and was officially adopted by his stepfather and changing his last name to "Reed"

•Plus Uncle Hank entered the picture

•Gavin as a child adored Hank. His relationship with his stepfather always remained cordial but detached, but that wasn't the case with Uncle Hank.

Hank becomes Gavin's role model quite quickly

•Anyway didn't take long before Mama Reed got pregnant again, and Gavin was absolutely thrilled to be a big brother

•Now, I'm a firm believer that Gavin and Reader are around 11 years apart So imagine preteen!Gavin holding baby!reader for the first time

•Think about Gavin and baby!Reader watching cartoons together

•Or Gavin in his emo days playing hide and seek with toddler!Reader

•Or Gavin who spends his time teaching Russian to Reader

•Reader pretty much becomes Gavin's favorite person, and he have the biggest soft spot for them. Throughout Reader's childhood and adolescence, Gavin did his best to be the best role model he could be.

•Gavin basically invented the trope "Asshole to anyone but you" platonic version

•He keep the whole "Asshole to anyone but you" attitude throughout high school.

And during his time in the police academy.

Even after officially becoming a police officer.

•Many cops and detectives already knew Gavin becouse his parents and Hank, so it wasn't a huge surprise when they first encountered him. They were mentally prepared for his sarcastic responses and general behavior

What they weren't ready for was the way he changed his attitude with Reader. Imagine the DPD's shock the first time they saw Detective Gavin Reed not verbally bullying someone

•After Reader also joined the police force, many breathed a sigh of relief convinced that Gavin would finally calm down and stop being a massive jerk with his younger sibling constantly around the department . They were wrong. Their colleagues soon discovered that it's not particularly nice to work with a constantly worried and overprotective Gavin.

•The situation worsened significantly after Reader's promotion to detective, and Hank's assignment as his partner.

After Cole's death, the relationship between the Reed siblings and Hank became particularly strained, reaching breaking point for Gavin with the death on service of Papa Reed. Gavin had spent his entire childhood and adolescence idolizing Hank, and relied on him for his stepfather's safeguard. Now for Gav, his "uncle" is no longer someone he can trust and rely on, so at the prospect of Reader working with Hank he doesn't feel comfortable

•To be fair, even Hank didn't like the idea of ​​working with Reader, and he spent the first two months complaining to Fowler about it

•The last straw for Gavin however was Connor's entrance. He can almost stand Hank and Reader being partners, but can't stand the talking Tincan. Gavin doesn't like androids, but he especially doesn't like them around his family

•I think Reader is well aware of Gavin's issues with androids, and to some extent always trying to understand their brother, but during November 2038 Reader literally say "fuck it". They have investigations to conduct, and Gavin won't be the one to undermine them with his issues with Connor.

Reader has taken a firm stand since then, and isn't interested in Gavin's opinion on this matter. This leads to many problems between the Reed siblings, and the eldest easily puts all the blame on Connor. He probably knows deep down that it's not the android's fault, but at the moment he is to bitter to accept that perhaps this time he is wrong

•Basically the whole scene in the evidence room between Connor and Gavin in the mission "Last Chance, Connor", is because Gavin rather than choosing a little introspection chooses to pour all his frustration on Connor And he ends up getting beaten too

That rough buddy

•By The way after the android revolution the situation between Reader and Gavin calms down and finally they start talking like normal people again, instead of seeing who of the two can scream more

•Gavin still has trouble seeing Hank and Connor around Reader, but decides to give them the benefit of the doubt for once