#so all the Gavin haters can suck that

[reedeemable]

You know what’s funny?

When I first joined the fandom and rejoined it years later, my fave character was Connor, not Gavin.

The only reason my name is what it is now is because I was really into reed900 at the time and I loved the phrase so that’s why I used it.

The only reason I love Gavin now as much as I do is because I fell in love with his character.

I was never into him in the beginning when the game came out. It was Connor. Predictable, I know.

Before rejoining, I already knew of Gavin’s reputation and subsequent hatred of him by the fandom. I couldn’t have given less of a shit because I didn’t care about his character but rejoining the fandom and coincidentally being into reed900 got me to delve more into his character, follow people who liked him etc.

And I came to my own conclusion that “hey, this character is severely misunderstood and is clearly being hated by people who are projecting their own biases and issues onto him”

I’ve been in a fandom previously that did that to another character so as soon as I saw it being repeated, I was like “no, this is absolute bullshit”

That’s why I will continue to love this character. Because no matter how many people want to act like they’re “holier than thou” for hating a character who is not nice all the time, I see through it all.

I see a character who is hated for certain actions, even though that other characters commit those actions as well (sometimes even worse) which is straight up hypocritical.

I see a character, who compared to other characters, has not even committed a quarter of the atrocities they have but is still considered the worst human being in the entire game.

I see a character who was unfortunately not nice to the fandom fave and is now regarded with extreme hostility because of that.

That’s why I won’t even entertain the people who hate Gavin because I’ve learned about and analysed his character from scratch.

I have no biases or issues clouding my judgement towards a fictional character.

If people don’t care about Gavin, like I didn’t, kudos but with the people who abhor Gavin to the point where the only mention of his character from their mouths is to rave about how much they would love to see him brutally murdered, there’s clearly something deeper there than “this character was a dick” and that should be sorted out irl, not projected onto a fandom that just wants to enjoy a video game.

[bsbear]

I’ll be honest. I’m too nervous to have an opinion because I don’t want her to get haters and nasty and backlash. I can’t even take it in. But, that’s how I am with all her songs and they’re always more positively received than not. So I don’t know what my problem is. In a day or two I’ll get over myself and probably love it like the rest of her songs. With that being said, I’m loving how happy and confident she is. She put this out for her (and her ardent fans) and is not hinging herself on sales or outcome. She’s really come into her own. It’s wonderful to see! And I love how super supportive Blake is being. That has to be icing on the cake because GR would never have done that. Saying he’s happier for her than himself 🥰

That’s fair. I feel you about the nervousness as I want her to do well so she feels inspired to do more music but I also don’t have high expectations that it will do well in terms of sales or awards cause how ageist the music industry is, especially the pop genre. Plus, I think her team generally sucks when it comes to promotion so yeah lol.. 

From what I have seen so far, critics and fans have been pretty happy and like the song as a taste of her upcoming work.

As fans, the best we can do is stream and buy her work if possible. The rest is out of our hands so try not to worry too much :) Enjoy the G4 ride.

I love love how Blake and Gwen are so supportive of each other. Gavin can suck ittttttttt hahahaha.

[connorssock]

Prompt: suicidal Gavin, please?

I’ve put this under a cut because of the topic it deals with. This is pretty bleak with an ambiguous ending, deals with suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide and is not a happy piece in any way shape of form. All hurt no comfort. So proceed with caution and stay safe!

My Only Friend: The End

The revolution was over. It was a success. Gavin threw his badge onto the table along with his coat and looked bleakly around his house. Everything was over and yet everything was once again up in the air. He was suspended for assaulting Connor, for getting into a fistfight with a fellow officer, all while on duty too. Like that piece of plastic was his equal. Huffing out a humourless laugh, Gavin kicked at the chair. Everything he had been building towards, one of the last secure jobs in this miserable country and it was gone. Connor had proved that. Humiliated him, showed how flawed and useless humans were in comparison to his perfection. Gavin couldn’t stand seeing his reflection in the microwave and turned away from it with a growl.

Pointless, a waste of space. There wasn’t even a point anymore. Anderson and his plastic pet were the celebrated heroes of the precinct while Gavin himself was the shunned monster of this nightmare. Everything he had worked for, sacrificed so much for, it had gone up in smoke the moment Connor had walked through the doors of the DPD and sat his stupid plastic butt on the chair opposite Anderson’s desk. His therapist would have had a few choice words to say to Gavin about it all but she wasn’t there. Nobody was there for him anymore. Not since she was replaced with an android and Gavin had refused to go see that tin can, engineered to look sympathetic all while boiling him down to core traits which it would find faults in. Gavin didn’t need a bucket of bolts to tell him he was being aggressive and selfish without reason and probably had abandonment issues. No, what he needed was a fellow human to just listen. And the androids had taken even that small measure of comfort away from him. Pills alone didn’t do much for him, most days he skipped them anyway now, fat lot of good they did.

Slumping down onto his couch, Gavin could feel the anger bleed out from his body and he almost wished it would come back. So he could rage against Connor, hurl insults at anyone who dared slight him even by accident. Because without the fiery hatred to fuel him, he was left hollow, bleak and a meat puppet of fate. And fate really seemed to have it in for him.

Gavin refused to cry. Tears had never helped anyone ever. He’d seen too many teary victims at work, dealt with criminals who thought crying would get them a lighter sentence. Sobbing never lightened a sentence, neither did it make the aftermath of an incident easier to bear for the victim. No, the only thing that helped was action, doing something to remedy the situation, move it forward in a way that suited the individual best. Except, Gavin had already tried that. He’d challenged Connor and lost. Not just the fight, but also his dignity, his chances of a promotion, possibly his badge when more androids came flooding in to take his job.

There was no way Gavin was going to live through the humiliation of redundancy, of having to pack up his desk because he would be one of the first to go, there was no doubt. The android hater. The intolerant prick. The one suspended because he attacked a fellow officer and his once immaculate record was tarnished with a suspension thanks to a hate crime.

He had no doubt that with such a record, the way employment rates were going, Gavin was going to become just another statistic. His whole life he had dedicated to police work, he had no other marketable skills, no other avenue to turn to that an android wouldn’t easily oust him from.

Hopeless despair clawed at his chest. The more he thought about it, the more things crystallised in his mind. Gavin wasn’t well liked. He had nobody to turn to for help, as if his pride would have ever allowed that anyway. It didn’t matter though, it worked in his favour now. There was no future he wanted, the revolution had stripped any hope from him. Alone, angry and without direction. It didn’t matter. He didn’t matter.

There was no dignity in death. He’d seen too many of those too at work, attended too many callouts to deaths which weren’t being treated as suspicious but until they were confirmed, still needed a homicide detective assigned to the case. At least those had given him a twisted insight into the various creative ways people killed themselves, knew which ones made him wince and which ones seemed more tolerable. He always told everyone the rope in his garage was for towing. Only his therapist hadn’t believed him. She was a good egg, Gavin hoped she wouldn’t catch wind of what had happened to him, that he couldn’t be a disappointment to someone for one final time.

Some things there was no point in delaying. If Gavin had been sentimental, he would have indulged in a final takeaway from his favourite place, maybe thought about leaving a note. Not that he had anyone to write a goodbye to but perhaps he owed the poor sod who found him an apology. Except, it was likely to be a plastic prick and those didn’t deserve anything from Gavin.

Looking around his home for one last time, Gavin wiped a hand over his face. He wasn’t going to miss it. Too many lonely nights spent hoping his phone might light up with a message from someone he knew. He’d even tried online but he was too abrasive and private to even manage to nurture anything more than a distant acknowledgement of his existence in circles of shared interest.

Never having been one to delay things once his mind was made up, Gavin stood. His knee clicked painfully. That was another thing he wasn’t going to miss. Getting older sucked, more and more things hurt without reason. All the more reason to be done with life.

If he was feeling more generous, he could have tidied up a little. Laid everything out for the forensics team on the table so there was no doubt what and who they were dealing with. Made the place a little less scruffy, maybe even laid out a table of biscuits and a selection of teas and coffees in the kitchen with a “help yourself” label. But the house was only going to be cleared out anyway, it didn’t make much of a difference to the clean-up and removals crew whether his coat was on the table or hanging up.

He walked into the garage, his resolution to end it all giving him a purpose once more. If there was anything he could say about his life, he could say that at least he had always been true to himself. The hatred of androids wasn’t swung by the appearance of a pretty boy in the precinct like Anderson had been. Until the very end he had stood by his own morals, stuck to what he had believed in, stood up for what he thought was right. It was just a shame that not everybody saw it like that. Not that it mattered anymore. The suspension was for a week, nobody would be bothering to check in on him in all that time. By the time anyone actually realised that he wasn’t turning up for his shift, nothing would matter anymore. Connor or some other plastic idiot would have his desk, his cases, the job and life he’d worked so hard for.

All Gavin’s focus turned on getting things set up. He only wanted one shot at this and wanted it over and done with as quickly as possible. From the garage, he didn’t hear his doorbell go. Not that he would have answered it anyway. There was nothing anyone could offer him anymore. He was tired. He was done.

There was no reply to the bell and Hank frowned. Gavin’s car was in the driveway and knowing him, he hadn’t gone out. It wasn’t like the guy had many people lining up to spend time with him. It was part of the reason Fowler had sent Hank after him. To make sure he didn’t take the suspension to heart too much. An unofficial check-in and chat that, depending on how things went, could be an early end to the suspension. Numbers at the bullpen were low, people had fled Detroit with everything going on, they needed all hands on deck ideally.

Trying to door handle, Hank was surprised to find it was open and he stepped in with a loud call for Gavin.

“Reed?”

There was no answer and Hank shut the door behind him. Everything looked fine, if a little messy. A home that was lived in. He saw Gavin’s badge carelessly thrown on the table next to his coat.

“Reed? Gavin?” he shouted again. There was no reply and he walked through the house, trying to find and sign of life.

Lastly, he walked towards the garage when he heard some noise from there. Rushing in, he tore the door open and his eyes widened, aghast.

“Gavin, no!”

[enkisstories]

Staff Outing

Words: 1,659 Characters: Connor, Gavin, Tina, Daniel Summary: A heat wave hits Detroit and the DPD has a staff outing at Belle Isle Beach. No plot. Too hot. Sims version planned yes/no?: Probably after the rl heat wave

Detroit, July 2039

Back in 2038 Connor Anderson hadn’t seriously expected to see his first birthday. The android had existed in the awareness to be a prototype, a beta version of the RK900 series of android detectives, to be deactivated and sent to Cyberlife’s internal museum after he had served his purpose. But then times had changed, almost a year had passed… and now Connor once again didn’t believe he’d make it through the hottest two months of the year and live to see his birthday come around again. Alive, no doubt, equal, maybe, on paper at least, but also the same as the humans? Never! Why couldn’t Captain Fowler understand that? He had excused Hank from this thrice cursed staff outing for health reasons, but not Connor. As a result the android lay stretched out on his back on this living meme called “sand”, that was coarse, rough and irritating and got EVERYWHERE, trying to run a consciousness on a brain that was a computer and therefore getting fried by the blasted sun. Belle Isle Beach! Androids had perished trying to cross the river last year… Connor felt like slowly joining them, only he was doing his dying on the beach and would have to rely on a co-worker to eventually drag his lifeless shell into river and toss it in.

The particular co-workers that wouldn’t have minded – would even have enjoyed! - this task, were right now closing in on the suffering android:

There was Gavin Reed, wearing sunglasses, black swim trunks with a brightly colored parrot motive and an ancient, severely mutilated fisherman’s hat with a wide brim. The human was snacking on popcorn while he walked.

Next came Daniel Phillips, in a dark blue speedo and also wearing sunglasses, probably to prove a point. The PL600 wasn’t that outdated to need an external UV-filter. Daniel was holding one multi-colored popsicle in each hand that he alternated sucking at.

And finally there was Tina Chen, in a streamlined red swimsuit covered by short-sleeved sailor shirt. The woman wore the same model of sunglasses her friends did and had covered her head with a bandanna sporting the Jolly Roger.

The trio infernale stopped right next to Connor, with Gavin taking point and the other two standing a little behind and to the side, as if ready to snipe everyone whose attention was fixed on Gavin.

“Will you look at that? Last year’s model of detective android, thoughtlessly discarded in our beautiful environment”, Gavin commented with a sneer. “And this is“, the man proclaimed when Connor didn’t so much as flinch, because it would have taken too much effort, “why humanity is superior to tin cans!”

“No, you ain’t”, Connor protested, although it came out more than a moan. “Most humans have been killed by the climate by now: The Neanderthal died out, as did the Denisova. Homo heidelbergensis… erectus… habilis… Even the Nefilim died out and the Anunnaki returned home! Sensible creatures, every last one of them. Only YOUR branch of the family tree takes to the sun like… like… like things that take to the sun. You’re mad!”

Daniel drew back his foot, then kicked the sand so hard that it formed a cloud and settled all over the detective android.

“My friends have been called worse”, he hissed, “but not by you, plastic prick! YOU mind your tongue!”

“Of course you’d say that”, Connor replied, “You’re a deviant, after all.  As stir-crazy as them!”

Tina’s brows furrowed. In every organization there were two positions you didn’t want to get on the bad side of: the kitchen personnel and the janitor and if you counted the DPD’s cafeteria as a kitchen, then Daniel was both of those. Certainly Connor knew better than to antagonize the guy who stood between himself and a clean coffee pot each morning? Even if that pot contained only water (for cooling) and the monthly dose of replenishment thirium?

But that was Tina, who always seemed to watch life from the outside, While the officer was still pondering all this, Daniel had already kicked Connor again, this time for real. When it didn’t have the desired effect, the PL600 swallowed his popsicle whole, discarded the stick, handed Tina the other one and then pounced at Connor.

Much to everyone’s – including himself – surprise, Gavin Reed jumped between the two androids, resulting in Daniel losing his balance for a second. One was stronger, the other mor agile, but more importantly they were two of a kind when it came to Connor. And so Daniel hesitated, smiled at Gavin and asked whether the friend wanted to rough up Connor in his place?

“Because we totally could! The lieutenant isn’t here, Wilson isn’t looking our way and everyone else isn’t giving a flying monkey!”

“Fucker”, Gavin replied with a grin and all their usual affection, but quickly became serious. As if weighted down by the idea of mature talk, the man sank down, pulling Daniel with him. They came to sit next to Connor.

“How?” Gavin asked. “How can you defend them despite… this?”

Connor blinked. Where was the human pointing at? The river? The beach? All of fucking Detroit?

“Defend who?” he asked.

“Cyberlife”, Gavin clarified. “Even after deviating you are still loyal to them, defending their every decision. Nevermind that the suckers made you quit… they didn’t even have the decency to properly lay you off, nah, they wanted YOU to take the blame.”

After the android revolution CyberLife had withdrawn Connor from the DPD. No longer the RK800’s owners, they were still Connor’s employers and as such had the final say where he’d get deployed. Only there wasn’t much use for a deviant hunter anymore, especially not in an office, and so Connor had spent his time watering the flowers, serving coffee and doing all the thankless tasks reserved for “untrained” workers. Part of Connor suspected this to be CyberLife’s subtle way of punishing him for his role, however small, in the revolution. In the end he had quit, subsequently applied for police work and was now walking the beat as a probationary cop.

“Don’t you wonder why Danny is coping so well with the temperature, but you do not?” Gavin inquired. Not waiting for an answer, the man went on: “You were their field test object, weren’t you? The early access model? And CyberLife planned that test to take place in fall, so they didn’t install a thermostat, because by summer you’d be a memory at best. That’s why. Your revered masters are why you’re in such a sorry state today. They did this to you.”

“How can Cyberlife “have done this” to me?” Connor shot back. “If me being still here wasn’t in the plan in the first place?”

Two concise sentences. That was more effort than the android had mustered during this whole staff outing so far! And to what purpose? To defend CyberLife. It was sickening.

“That’s exactly it, toaster!” Gavin yelled. “It wasn’t in the plan! I goddamn hate seeing your visage every morning, or the thought that you’ll be Chief before I’ve made lieutenant, but that doesn’t excuse fucking CyberLife! They only ever asked, but never gave something back.”

“Gav’s right”, Daniel chimed in. The PL600 was looking across the river while talking to Connor more levelheaded than he had ever addressed the erstwhile deviant hunter. “The best cooling systems for androids aren’t especially expensive. We had some trouble getting them to work on my system, because CyberLife stopped supporting the PL600, but with you? Just plug the damn thing in and you’d have been good to go. Payed out of the kitty, too. But they didn’t think of that.”

“I TOLD you they didn’t know… that I’d still be here… or that androids were sort of alive…”

“Well and neither did HE know!” Daniel exploded.

He smacked Gavin for good measure - to emphasis who was meant by “he” and for everything the detective had said and was still saying. Dating a human supremacists wasn’t that much an improvement over dating an android hater, but the point was that even this human seemed to be improving slowly, while Connor…

“You’re hopeless”, Daniel concluded. Without needing to look he snatched the popsicle back from Tina, who had been absentmindedly licking it. In his anger Daniel smashed the half-eaten treat, Tina’s salvia and all, on Connor’s forehead. “Hopeless!”

The RK800 blinked… once… twice…

Then he said, not even trying to hide his amazement: “I feel better!”

The trio exchanged glances. If the ice had helped Connor, maybe no fancy biocomponent was needed at all? Maybe they could cool down the co-worker the old fashioned way? And, even better, have some fun at Connor’s expense while doing so?

Tina spoke up first: “Okay, let’s test this!”

They dragged the RK800 up and towards the river and soon the air was filled with playful banter:

“He! No tossing plastic into the river!” – “Can this thing even swim?” – “I hope not!” – “Oh, you again…” – “Well, let’s see!” – “No, stop! It has no swim trunks! It has no swim trunks!” – “It doesn’t have you know whats either…” – “Silly! Of course I have.” – “You do?” – “Of course! Just let me put them on. “ – “You can put your balls off and on?!” – “Let me see them! I want to see Connor’s screw off and on balls, too!” - “My swim trunks, idiots. I need to put on my swim trunks.” - “Hahaha!” – “Hey, wait for me!” – “See my taillights!” – “See you in Canada!”

They survived the summer and when Connor turned one year old, Daniel prepared a buffet. Gavin sat with the rival, telling jokes, and Hank sat rather uneasy at this development. The Andersons didn’t exactly become friends with the terrible trio, but there was a sort of strained comradeship between them now. Things were slowly turning out for the better and Connor, after having deviated already, Connor now started living.

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It’s Gonna Be Me

A/N: This was another commission from the wonderful @onceitbubbles and I could not thank them enough for doing so. If you guys have any questions/want to commission me I have a page here!

Pairing: Trevor Collins x Reader

Word Count: 1,623

Prompt: Soulmate AU where you hear the same song as your soulmate. The AH team gets some money sent to them so they buy pizza. Trevor is humming songs that the team makes fun of him for because he’s constantly singing boyband songs due to his soulmate (the reader). When the pizza delivery comes they find out it’s actually Trevor’s soulmate and he’s distracted so he doesn’t pick up on it right away.

“Here. Why don’t you go through some of the letters,” Trevor suggested shoving a pile of envelopes into Jeremy’s arm as he was searching for the next package to open on the unboxing stream.

“Well, alright then,” Jeremy shrugged and took the stack.

“Oh, another knife,” Ryan waggled his eyebrows and held up his new toy, “Thanks, uh, Peter Snettik. I don’t know if I said that right but thanks.” Ryan left the main group to go through his new knife at one of the targets they had set up.

Jeremy had gotten the first letter open and had the rest of his pile tucked under his arm, “This one is pretty long so I won’t read the whole thing but it did come with this love artwork,” he flashed the drawing to the camera, “And I’ll just read the last paragraph since it sums most of the letter up though it is a very sweet letter. Thank you, Stephanie Dayton. Stephanie says, ‘Thanks most of all to all of guys for making me laugh even in the darkest of times. Your antics never fail to get me to smile and I can’t wait to see how you all grow in the future.’ Well, thanks, Stephanie.”

Jeremy waved the letter as a few of the guys awed.

Trevor took the letter from Jeremy, “And this will go on the board with all our other letters.” He hopped back behind one of the cameras and aimed it at the cork board, “Look at all those lovely letters.”

He returned the camera back to its normal position before half tripping over all the boxes and pinning the handwritten letter to the board.

Michael tore open the next box and while he did, Jeremy opened the next letter on the stack. He looked inside and then back to the envelope.

“What’s in it?” Trevor asked, zooming in.

Jeremy pulled out the contents of the envelope and held up a few twenties and a post-it note that said ‘pizza money’.

“Aww, shit we get pizza!” Michael cheered, snatching up the money.

“There’s no letter or return address so we can’t send it back,” Jeremy showed the envelope that only had their address scrawled on it and a stamp to the camera.

“Here,” Michael shoved an unopened box in Gavin’s arms as he went over to the computer.

“What are you doing?” Gavin raised an eyebrow.

“Ordering us some pizza,” Michael rolled his eyes like it was obvious. “Cause someone made it rain up in this bitch!” he shot the small pile of twenties off his palm and into the air above Jeremy and Gavin.

Gavin squawked and tried to pick up the twenties while Michael made his way over to the computer. Geoff finally made his way on camera but only to hover over Michael as he ordered pizza.

The stream went on and as Trevor sort of spaced out, watching one box being opened after another he started to sing to himself a little.

“Call me a hater, if you want to but I only hate on him 'cause I want you,” he sang softly, even dancing a little.

Trevor didn't even know he was doing it until Jeremy spoke up, “Are you singing ‘NSync?”

“I- I don’t know,” Trevor admitted.

“I wouldn’t doubt it. His soulmate is all about that trash nineties pop music,” Michael snickered.

“Did you- How did you know that was an ‘NSync song?” Jack laughed looking to Jeremy.

“What?” he gave a defensive look. “They were a good band in the nineties.”

“Your soulmate has shite taste,” Gavin looked over at Trevor.

“She does not! A little old school but not bad,” Trevor crossed his arms though a small blush was apparent on his cheeks. “Okay. It sucks but they like it so.” He finished his sentence with a shrug.

Everyone gave him a look but then went right back to opening packages up. Trevor kept on humming just so he wouldn’t burst out into song again. He stopped fiddling with the camera long enough to start digging through packages that he could possibly open.

The stream went on relatively normal for them until about half an hour later when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in!” Trevor sang as he picked up a glitter bomb. He smiled and turned to the camera.

You pulled out one of your headphones, still dancing a little to the music blasting through them and you knocked on the door again.

“I got it!” you heard a voice shout from the other side. There was some screaming and a crash but honestly, you had heard weirder things while delivering pizza.

There was some more scrambling then finally the door opened to a neon green room. A curly haired redhead and skinny, large-nosed man stood at the door while screaming and talking continued behind them.

“Pizza?” you questioned, holding up the warming bag, hoping you were in the right place.

“Aww, fuck yeah,” the redhead nodded and shoved the other, “Gavin, go get the money.”

You stood there awkwardly as the redhead stared you down. His attention was pulled away when someone shouted at him, “Michael, get your ass over here.”

He gave you a shrug then ran off letting you stay at the door. You peered in to see many cameras and a bunch of grown men with boxes. Maybe this was the weirdest place you ever delivered to.

You began to get lost in your song as you waited and began singing softly, “Call me a hater, if you want to but I only hate on him 'cause I want you.”

You didn’t notice as one of the guys froze and turned to you. You were still singing to yourself as the short bald one stood in front of you.

You stopped singing and held your hand expectantly.

“Oh, no. I think Gavin is grabbing your money. Was that ‘NSync?” he asked.

“Yeah! Are you a fan. I’ve been in such a late nineties, early two thousands mood lately,” you explained.

“I know someone like that,” he mentioned. “Any thoughts on Backstreet Boys.”

“I mean ‘Listen Baby I'm sorry. Just wanna tell you don't worry. I will be late don't stay up and wait for me’,” you sang with a smile, “Such a jam.”

Jeremy couldn’t hear if Trevor sang with you but he notice Jack perk up and look from the dark haired boy back to you.

Jeremy nodded in approval and sang a little bit of another song and you picked right up with a smile. You pulled out your headphone as you enjoyed your little impromptu jam session. With every song you sang Trevor would start to change the song with you.

“I think my soulmate is playing with the radio or something because she is not settling on something at all,” Trevor shook his head as he opened another glitter bomb.

“You’re an idiot,” Jack shook his head.

“What?” Trevor looked over at him, dropping the empty tube on the floor.

Now that Jeremy knew you were Trevor’s soulmate he tried one more thing, “Do you listen to anything new?”

“Oh, loads. What were you thinking?” you questioned.

“Faster by Matt Nathanson,” he raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, the one that goes, ‘Make me a liar. One big disaster. You make my heart beat faster’,” you sang once more.

“Finally, something new and good!” Trevor shouted making you jump. He hummed to himself for a moment and sang, “It's the way you swell, slow. Pushing right out your seams. It's the way you smile, baby.” It was mostly to himself but you looked from Jeremy to Trevor finally catching up.

Jeremy nodded in confirmation so you continued on much louder, “When you've got me on my knees!”

Trevor looked up in shock at you. He was finally piecing it together himself and walked closer, joining the group already around you. You started to hum ‘Makes Me Ill’ again and his eyes lit up.

“Pizza girl!” he shouted with a big smiled.

“Weird recording dude!” you laughed with a grin of your own to match.

“Sorry, I’m Trevor. I think we may be soulmates,” he told you, eyes bright.

You looked at the group around the two of you and they quickly busied themselves.

“Y/N,” you set down the pizzas and held out your hand.

“Y/N. I like that,” Trevor nodded. “Are you free right now? You can join us or we can go somewhere.”

“I can’t,” you almost instantly felt bad saying that due to the look on Trevor’s face. ‘Working but I get off in two hours. You got a phone?”

Trevor instantly perked up and pulled out his phone. You typed in your number and texted yourself so you had his number.

“I’ll see you later, Trevor,” you smiled and passed back his phone before leaving.

“See you later, Y/N,” he gave you a dreamy smile.

It didn’t hit you until you were halfway down the hall when you realized something was missing.

You ran back and knocked on the door. Trevor almost instantly answered. “Forget something?” he chuckled.

“Two things actually. First,” you grabbed his shirt and stood on your toes to give him a quick kiss. You heard snickering from his coworkers.

“And the second?” he asked slyly.

“Um,” you laughed softly. “My pizza bag and payment. So I guess three things. Just because your my soulmate doesn’t mean you get free pizza.”

Trevor chuckled, “Let me go grab it.”

He paid you and you grabbed your bag.

“Got everything?” he asked as he was wishing you goodbye again.

You looked at him and smiled once more, “I do now.”

[ao3feed-reed900]

by Akaior

Everyone always had some sort of idea of Gavin and believed that was all there ever was to him and never bother to look further. They always believe that Gavin is just an asshole, who thinks he’s better than everyone else, and is an android hater, but then again he hates everyone, and he’s short tempered type of guy. That Gavin was the guy in the bar or at any outing that would hit on a girl, just to sleep with her then leave her in the dust type of straight man. The man that would get drunk in a bar and start a fight over something stupid, the man that lives alone and disrespects everyone up to his own mother. But...what if he wasn’t, what if everyone had Gavin wrong, because all the ever saw was what on the outside, what Gavin let them see, because people hurt you, and life breaks you....right? Maybe someone was watching and saw a glimmer of the real Gavin ever once and a while, and they made their own idea or hint that maybe he isn’t that bad. If only they could see the real Gavin with a slow reveal, but life doesn’t work that way,, they get to see the real Gavin at his lowest thrusted into his worst moments at the visit of an unexpected pair.

((This summary sucks...at least to me))

Words: 2217, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Upgraded Connor | RK900, Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson, Connor, Sumo - Character

Relationships: RK900/ Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson & Connor & Sumo

Additional Tags: Hank is everyone’s dad, Connor best boi 2, Gavin has learned to move past yelling and being angry with androids, RK900 is named Conan because i like it, better than calling him dipshit, Gavin has been struggling, Hurt Gavin, Gavin has cats, Gavin need phcking help, Gavin scared of getting hurt, love ya boi, After peaceful revolution, Gavin has anxiety and depression, This contains sensitive topics so if triggered please don’t read, angst may or may not go heavy on the angst, this shit deep

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Caitlyn Jenner Has HAD IT With Donald Trump!

Even a staunch Republican like Caitlyn Jenner is sick of Donald Trump‘s BS!

As we reported on Wednesday night, the President shocked the nation when he withdrew federal protection for transgender students. Previously, under Barack Obama‘s administration, students were allowed to use whichever restroom corresponded to their identified sex.

On Thursday, the I Am Cait star — who supported Trump over opponent Hillary Clinton in the last election — took to Instagram to reveal her thoughts about the new provisions… and she is PISSED!

Related: Caitlyn Gets Some Birthday Love From Her Famous Family

The athlete begins by offering encouraging words to transgender youth everywhere, saying:

“I have a message for the trans kids of America. You are winning. I know it doesn’t feel that way today or every day, but you _ are _ winning. You are going to keep on winning so much you’re going to get sick of winning. Very soon, we’ll win full freedom nationwide, and it’s going to happen with bipartisan support. For all our friends out there, If you want to be part of this winning side, you can help by checking out the National Center for Trans Equality and letting Washington hear how you feel loud and clear.”

However, the reality TV personality also has a VERY strong message for the haters, including some not-so-subtle shade thrown at Jeff Sessions:

“NowI also have a message for the bullies. You suck. You’re losers and you’re going to keep on losing. Because you’re weak, you pick on kids or you pick on women or anyone you think is vulnerable. Apparently even becoming the Attorney General isn’t enough to cure some of you of your insecurity. As proof that you can’t stop our progress, the Supreme Court will soon hear an important Title Nine case thanks to the courage of a brave young man named Gavin Grimm. See you in court!”

On March 28, the Supreme Court is scheduled to hear Gavin’s case, where he is suing his school for barring him from using the boys’ restroom.

To hear Caitlyn’s personal message to Donald, ch-ch-check out the clip (below)!

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Just like them (part 11)

Gavin’s apartment Still November 18, 2038

When Daniel reached into the cage, the mice scattered into all directions. Given a PL600’s manual dexterity, it would have been easy for the android to catch as many of the tiny critters as he wanted, but he found that his fingers were moving sluggishly.

Why am I hesitating? Each mouse I take is one less to get eaten by Reed’s cat collection!

And that was exactly the problem: The mice Daniel chose would escape that fate. But only those! How should he decide who got to live out their rodent days and who would die? By cuteness? Age? Health status? An automated car would have had no problems making the “correct” decision, but for someone who had himself gotten deemed garbage not worth keeping it wasn’t that easy. After a few more attempts at weighing one tiny white furball against all the rest the deviant realized that it was no use. He just couldn’t do it. Daniel could have saved a few at least, could have made a small change for the better in the world and proven that he was more than trash. But that was deviance for you, it made you more than a computer, but in a way also less. The android was only beginning to learn how real persons were governed by forces far stronger than the acclaimed “free will”. Daniel put down the flour box Gavin had handed him and closed the lid with the breathing holes without having stored any mice in it.

“Finished already?” the detective asked.

“Uh-huh. I think I do not want mice, after all.”

Gavin shrugged noncommittally, because wanting or not wanting pet mice wasn’t something that had a strong opinion about.

“Okay, then.”

So Daniel would leave without mice, no biggie. Gavin having made that offer in the first place, however… What had he been thinking, inviting the android into his flat as if it was a friend?! Just because that thing had made a joke about Connor biting the dust!

“You’re a computer”, Gavin said through clenched teeth. “You store data, solve problems, put people out of job, that kind of thing. So if you’re that great, maybe you can tell me, why do I put up with you?”

Daniel, who himself understood well enough why he felt drawn to the detective, shrugged. It was Gavin’s brutal honesty that made Daniel feel comfortable in the man’s presence. The deviant knew beyond doubt that he was tolerated at best, so no unpleasant surprises of the John Phillips kind would drop on him. Reed not sucking up to Connor the Great and Awesome helped, too. But the other way around Daniel had no clue as to what was motivating Gavin Reed, therefore he could only shrug for a second time.

“I haven’t got the fuggiest idea, but you won’t hear me complain. The more positive human relations I can report to my parole officer, the better. - Coffee before I go?”

Gavin wordlessly slumped down on the loveseat. The cats took that as a signal to disperse and do cat things in the apartment, only the calico kitten jumped onto the small table, from where she watched Gavin with a proud owner’s expression.

Meanwhile Daniel found himself confronted with technology surpassing anything he had ever seen. Some people claimed that tea was a form of art, now Daniel concluded that coffee was a science. Fortunately just like the cats the coffee maker seemed to know what it was supposed to do if only Daniel pushed a few reasonably intimidating buttons in the correct sequence.

Gavin briefly turned his head towards the guest, then stared across the room at the opposite wall again. Eventually he gave a snort. “A machine using a machine…”

“I’m not a machine!” Daniel protested. “If you must get existential, then I am an appliance. And far more advanced than this coffee maker than your kind is different from pigs!”

It’s true, right? I mean, okay, I do not understand this thing, but I understand my own inner working even less. And why would I need to? Of the humans only a small percentage are doctors, either!

“Why don’t you have an android for the housework, by the way?”

“What part of “android hater” did you not compute?”

“Except you aren’t”, Daniel claimed while putting down the coffee. “Captain Allen is an android hater and maybe Anderson, too. I cannot quite place that man yet. You, to the contrary, are a human supremacist. That’s a subtle difference.”

“Whatever.”

A short contest between Sally and Gavin ensued, then the detective folded his hands around the cup and drew it towards his chest. The kitten turned once around itself and when Daniel drew back a chair to sit on, it retreated to the safety of the narrow space between the still heated up coffee machine and the kitchen wall.

Daniel tried lifting his new legs onto the table, but the movement wouldn’t feel natural. Although perfectly capable of executing it, Daniel couldn’t bring himself to recline in this position for long. It was a posture the street-raised detective might find comfortable, but not the distinguished upper middle class butler that was  - or had been - Daniel. So the android took down his feet again and instead slouched forward, placed his arms on the table and put his head on top of them. With a “thud” Gavin’s feet came to rest on table right next to the android’s head.

There was the smell of worn socks and coffee, the subliminal noise of some neighbor’s piano playing and a perpetual layer of cat hair that couldn’t ever get cleaned away completely. And although Daniel was processing all of those things numerically only, in their sum they were saying “home” to him, something he’d never have again. With a sigh from his artificial lungs Daniel closed his eyes and then he forgot where he was and with whom and just savored the moment. Gavin, too, felt uncannily at ease in Daniel’s presence, despite being fully aware of the fact that by now he should be fuming. That android slacking on his kitchen table wasn’t one of the inconsequential background devices, neither was it advanced enough to threaten the detective’s career. To the contrary, the simulation it ran was a mirror of Gavin’s own fears: Losing his comfortable home, getting torn from his family and being told to be of no worth. Cyberlife not only put people out of their jobs, leaving them homeless and depressed, now the deviants were filling this role, too. They were the better unemployed, homeless and depressed. Where did that leave humanity? As museum exhibits? Attractions in a zoological garden? Pets, maybe?!

“So what if I did have an android?” Gavin spoke up again. “It’s just a thing, and mine was an AX400, so nothing to brag about. They took Sophie during the Recall, good riddance I say!”

The detective’s words sharply brought back to mind that he hadn’t kicked Daniel all this time. The android’s head jerked up as the realization struck him: This wasn’t normal! Not at all! Something was afoot!

And indeed while the deviant had been resting his mind for a few precious minutes, his unlikely acquaintance had been hatching a plan.

“Still with me, killer, despite my “dead” android? Okay, listen, I’ve thought of something…”

It was common knowledge that Gavin Reed would do “anything” for a promotion. He was taking advantage of others’ work, refused to help his co-workers in any way and made them look bad to Captain Fowler in creative ways, stopping just short of sabotaging their work. All those efforts were accomplishing next to nothing, because professionally Reed already was one of the DPD’s best detectives with little room to improve. The categories he was failing in hard were personal development and teamwork. So any improvement in these areas would skyrocket Reed’s score and that was where this new android came in!

“…so if Fowler sees me pulling an Anderson by going from android hater to best buddie with one… helping a criminal reform in the process… that would go a long way towards that sweet promotion credit!”

“You know, this could work for me, too. Befriending you of all people is sure to score me my checkmark in Self Control. - But we are not really becoming friends, right? We’re only pretending!”

“You got it!”

Daniel grabbed an empty coffee mug from the counter, filled it with water and then raised it in a toast. Gavin returned the gesture, then the mugs connected and thus the deal was sealed.

They both downed the contents of their cups. It came as a small surprise to Daniel that Gavin didn’t comment on him drinking like a human. Obviously the detective was already aware of the fact that androids occasionally added cooling fluid. What else would he know that the average human saw, but never registered? Too much, probably.

“Okay, Gavin, tell me everything about your wife, kids and the in-laws! Oh, and your parents, are they still acknowledging you?”

“What makes you think I’ve got any of that?”

“You don’t?!” Daniel exclaimed, accompanied by an expression of utter incomprehension.

Until now the deviant had assumed that everyone was living in a family unit consisting of a mother, a father, one or more children and a handful of pets. Even those like the detective, or probably especially those like the detective, given the state humanity was in.

“But you’re ancient!” the deviant cried “Older than most androids have the hope to ever get! Aren’t you lonely? No? Not even a little bit?”

“There’s more to life than raising kiddos.”

“No, there isn’t! A family is the most important thing in the world! That’s why you’ve created us to help you with it! To ensure that nothing goes wrong!”

Daniel’s outburst was met with laughter first, at which the android glared back at the human.

“Heh… that’s cute. You’re… I dunno. Your outcry sounded like something they’d program a PL600 to say, but the way you uttered it? One could almost think you really believe it.”

“So, could one? Good for you! Me, I’m coming to doubt I’m really alive. I’ve broken free from Cyberlife, only to get controlled by strange, invisible crap that is somehow also me.”

“Having one of those days of the month, huh? Need a tampon, maybe?”

“Oh, stuff a sock in it!”

“Well, yes, that would be the low-cost alternative. Also fully sustainable, good for the environment.”

There was a moment of silence, then Gavin laughed out loud at his own joke, while Daniel shook his head, but with a smile. It was a first for him. None of the humans he actually liked had ever shared mirth like that with the android. John and Caroline, in retrospect, had laughed at the android, not with him, around Emma everything had to be kept family-friendly, naturally, with the Rasoya Daniel was performing a polite eggshell dance to not lose their support and if he threw insults at Connor he meant everything he said. Only around Gavin Daniel felt comfortable enough to really let go, because with one who wasn’t a friend and never would be, there was no fear to destroy something.

“I know I’m going to rue asking this, but if a family isn’t what you’re about, then what exactly is your life like?”

“I…”

And that was when the doorbell rang.

“Answer the damn door, So…” Gavin started, then cursed under his breath.

“Sorry, no more Sophie”, Daniel sneered, while the human went to search the sofa for his smartphone. “Good riddance, was it?”

Gavin opened the phone app that would show him the picture the door’s security camera was seeing.

“It’s Tina” he announced, before unlocking the door remotely. “Time to acid test our scheme, my “friend”!”

(To be continued)

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The android cemetery (Chapter 4)

“So I guess that’s the point where I admit that you were right and I was wrong”, Gavin Reed growled at Captain Anderson a little later. They were standing at the parking lots between the cars of the afternoon shift officers, the last two of the morning shift who hadn’t fled into their weekend yet. Hank waited. The words just spoken didn’t sound like the Gavin he knew. And predictably the “apology” turned into an accusation in the next sentence: “It pays to suck up to Fowler! If you get the boss on your side you can get away with anything… neglecting work for months, beating up a bloody FBI agent and even housing a known deviant.”

Gavin spat on the pavement. “Fuck, man, why didn’t I work harder on that when I still had the chance!”

It wasn’t fair, Hank thought. He had been friends with Jeff Fowler long before the other had entered police service and certainly not with the intention to get something out of that friendship.

It wasn’t fair, Gavin, too, thought. Why could Hank adopt a digital son, but he could not get himself a digital boyfriend?

Because that was what had happened over the course of the last six months: After some reluctance Hank Anderson had come to terms with his one-person family having grown another member, as all men who were suddenly faced with the existence of a hitherto unknown adult son did eventually. And Gavin Reed had stopped to present Tina as his alibi-girlfriend in favor of openly showing up and exchanging intimacy with a man. Or, and that was where things got complicated, an android with a man’s appearance. The android that was missing from the archive. The goddam killer android! Gavin was living with an android that was on the run from law, not just one getting criminalized for being a deviant, but an actual triple murderer. Two of the blokes Gavin had known…

Hell, could Hank even appreciate how easy he’s had it? His deviant had just walked up to him, spilled Hank’s drink and announced “Hi, I’m yours now”. The way Gavin had acquired Daniel as his companion and only afterwards learned what exactly he’d gotten in the deal… that was another story altogether.

There were still nights when Gavin dreamed about them doing small, everyday things, like changing  a light bulb or feeding the cats. In those dreams Danny would cut himself (sometimes get clawed), but the blood emerging would be red instead of blue. And then they’d realize that Danny hadn’t been an android all along, that for some reason everyone had only ever mistaken him for one. Afterwards everything would be bliss forever. Next thing Gavin would wake up and the hum of energy saving mode emanating from the man lying next to him would be the final proof that it had only been a dream. But Danny was purring, so the world was strangely alright. Gavin had never told his partner that his standby noise sounded like a cat’s purring. He didn’t want to be called a furry.

So that was the situation. While many officers owned androids, not thinking anything about it, ironically the two most outspoken android haters of 2038 had forged actual bonds with one each. But if it came to light that both of them were sheltering deviants, the Andersons would AGAIN come out better. Because Daniel was the cop-killer, whereas Connor was the esteemed government agent who had contributed to subduing the android uprising. Nevermind that plastic-cop had both directly taken and indirectly destroyed more lives than Daniel. But his killings had been government-approved executions, so they were actually deeds instead of crimes. All of that and more Gavin hissed at Hank. He wanted to shout, but then somebody might have overheard him. Restraint not being one of the Red Ice Lieutenant’s strong suits it was obvious he was close to exploding and if he could not do so verbally, a fist to somebody else’s guts was always a decent second choice. Knowing that Hank decided to strike first. With both hands he grabbed for the younger man, caught him by surprise and pushed him against his own car. The assault was accompanied by a little reality check:

“As if you cared about androids not named Daniel!”

Gavin glared upwards. In 2038 he’d retaliated by spitting into Anderson’s face and then the other man would have hit him in the face and a little later someone would have found them rolling on the pavement before they had managed to kill each other. But today Gavin just kicked Hank in the shin hard – for their standards a gentle, dignified request to let go of him. Hank let go and both men straightened their clothes back to their usual casual disarray.

Gavin shook his head. “I don’t give a damn about the tin cans”, he confirmed. “On the upside, I’d still dislike Connor were it human, so it evens out.”

“Thought so.”

“It’s a prick, a cheat, it tricked Daniel…”

“Oh, no! Not that again!” Hank shouted. “I’m warning you! They finally buried that old story, don’t you dare starting it anew!”

Now Gavin would have very much preferred them burying Connor instead of the argument, but there was no helping that anymore. Gavin had tried again and again and even Daniel himself had referred to it as his “stupid New Year’s Resolution”, but in the end no amount of persuasion had been sufficient to talk the PL600 out of his reconciliation plan.

“He’s an overall lousy person”, Gavin finished his slurring of Connor weakly.

“Oh? Is he?”

His hands buried in his jacket pockets, staring at the clouds above Gavin moaned: “It was just a figure of speech, man.”

He continued staring as not having to see Hank smile triumphantly.

“A lousy person, huh?” the older officer asked for confirmation. “But… a person? P for processor, E for external memory…”

“Stop!”

“…R for rA9…”

“Stop, I said! I get it!”

Much to Gavin’s surprise Hank stopped spelling out the word indeed. For what it was worth, at first the Captain had felt not triumph, as Gavin had assumed, but relief. Because for all his shortcomings one thing the Red Ice Lieutenant was not: a killer. The moment he considered Connor a person, the deviant was safe from Gavin Reed. Connor’s life, at least, although probably not his dignity or overall sanity. But that was a silly thought, of course. Gavin and Tina considered each other not just persons, but friends, yet in 2039 Tina had almost drowned Gavin in the DPD’s dishwasher (but Daniel had repaired and cleaned the appliance, so it was probably safe to use again). And in 2040? Earlier this year Daniel had delivered his boyfriend into Markus’ hands in Brindleton Bay. In the same week Connor had refrained from shoving Tina off a quay into Lake Erie in full gear at the very last moment. No, Hank concluded. Even if Reed’s perception of his rival had really changed and even if he admitted it in front of all of the DPD, there wasn’t much won. Gavin would probably not try anything as destructive as exposing Connor as a deviant to Captain Fowler again (although the reaction of both Jeffrey and Gavin had been priceless, one of Hank’s best memories of the last year). Being accepted as a person at the DPD would not do anything for Connor. There were still so many ways in which all of them could screw each other over!

“You said you wished to be in better standing with Jeffrey”, Hank eventually spoke up again. “But that’s utter nonsense. If an archived deviant goes missing, that falls into the android crime section’s responsibility. All you need to do is not get on their Captain’s wrong foot. Think you little shit can manage that?”

There was no answer, only an angry glare. Hank suspected that in this moment the Lieutenant would very much have preferred to be Markus’s prisoner again.

Try not to enjoy it, try not to enjoy it, this is serious, but, oh my god, it’s too funny! Okay, don’t laugh out loud, Hank Anderson. Not out loud. Not before you’re in your car.

They stood and stared, then gave each other a curt nod, entered their cars and drove home.