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blooberrytea · 4 months

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Connections

Pt: 1 2 3 4

Summary: Set in post-revolution Detroit, You've been assigned to the recently developed Android Crimes Division; and it's already off to a rough start.

Pairing: Connor x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mildly gorey description of a body, slow burn oops

There wasn’t enough caffeine in the world that could make this morning any more bearable. Connor and RK900's bickering was usually something you could handle, but after the night you just had– your nerves were shot to say the least.

“You state that you are ‘better’ than me in every comparison. I feel that’s just unlikely.”

You ignored the two androids, making a beeline for the break room. The coffee, as perusal, was lukewarm and honestly it could’ve been enough to break you. Your night had been seemingly uneventful– spent looking over casefiles and drinking some cheap wine you’d picked up at the grocery store.

It was around 2 in the morning when a new file appeared on your laptop.

It wasn’t from the station, that you were sure about. It was just suddenly there in your personal drive, its only announcement the notification in the bottom right: “ Local Disc (C:): Unknown File “

“What the fuck…” You murmured, your cursor hovering over the new icon. It was dated only a few days ago and it wasn’t very large. Your gut told you to wait until the morning and have Connor look it over.

You tapped twice on the touchpad and watched as the contents within the folder began to load in– A series of unnamed images and a single text document. That wasn’t eerie at all.

You sucked in a breath before opening one of the images, the clicking of the touchpad one of the only noises in the apartment. Saying that you felt sick to your stomach would be an understatement.

“Long night?”

You looked up from the coffee pot, eyes landing on Gavin Reed.

“Didn’t know you were capable of being here so early.” You grumbled, “Are you responsible for this gross, cold coffee?”

Gavin snorted, “Do you not know how to work this thing? It’s ridiculously easy to make a pot of coffee these days.”

To be honest, you’d never messed with the machines in the precinct– They were slightly more techy than the one you had at home. You usually brought a cup with you, but you’d downed it before you’d even made it halfway to the station.

The detective nudged you out of the way before placing the empty pot in the machine and pressing a few buttons.

“If this police business doesn’t work out, you should consider being a barista.” You teased.

Gavin glared at you as he pressed a mug into your hand, warmth flooding through your fingers and up your arms.

“You can get your own cream and sugar.”

You gasped and pressed your hand to your chest, feigning heartbreak as the detective walked away.

“Not only am I faster, stronger, and more resilient, but I’m equipped with the newest technology. Perhaps your analytical program is outdated as well.”

You saw Connor’s LED spin red as you approached, taking a very long sip of your freshly brewed coffee.

“What if– And hear me out; You didn’t argue like children today?” You mumbled around your mug.

“I’m not equipped with an ‘argumentative child’ program.”

If you had an LED it would be red too.

“Anyway,” You started, drawing out the syllables, and setting your mug on Connor’s desk, “Can you pull up the most recent case assigned to us? Should be about an android found down at the docks. The one on Lakeside.”

“That one’s new.” You nodded, pushing fingers through your hair as you sighed, “Yeah. Got assigned early this morning.”

With Hank back on human homicide, you had been assigned to the new android crimes division. The Lieutenant wasn’t particularly happy about Connor being reassigned to your team, but he understood. You on the other hand didn’t quite understand Fowler's reasoning for splitting up the two. Before the revolution you had worked briefly on the deviancy cases, assisting Hank and Connor when they met a dead end or just making their late night coffee runs while they mulled over case after case.

You thought they’d worked well together, more so when Connor loosened up. You supposed Hank was just too valuable in the human department.

Connor pulled up the file on his computer, you and RK900 crowding around the desk to get a better look. You knew they were humoring you by pulling it up on the desktop, when they easily could’ve scanned it in their heads.

“This file is practically empty. They don’t have any leads?”

You shook your head, “Barely anything. It’s also hard to place how old the body is because androids don’t decay like humans do. I was hoping you’d be able to scan him and get us some more info.”

“I supposed we’d better get going then, hm?”

Upon arriving at the docks, you found it blocked off with the digital, yellow tape. A few police cars were parked along the street and several officers stood around the scene.

“Chris!” You called, “Any witnesses?”

The officer turned to meet you, giving a shake of his head. “It’s sorta creepy how this crime went without a hitch. The android’s too damaged to even reactivate or make an attempt to access his memories.”

You let out a deep sigh as you slipped past officers, “He’s over here?”

Chris nodded.

The sight before you made you feel just as sick as last night. An android dangled over the side of the dock, ropes around each wrist and tied to the railing; his body half dangling in the water. Not only did the physical damage render him incapable of reactivation, but the water damage totally scrambled all his wiring too.

“Fuck..” You breathed out.

Brief pressure on the small of your back drew you from your thoughts, you barely had time to register Connors hand before it was gone.

“Hey, don’t get too far in your head. We’ll find a connection.”

You shook your hands out and gave him a small nod, “Notice anything?”

“The body is approximately two days old. But he’s only been here since last night.”

“How can you tell?”

“My scan gave me details about the water damage. If we replaced a few biocomponents back at the station, we may be able to reactivate him.”

RK900 suddenly appeared at your side, crossing his arms over his chest as he also scanned the android. You watched as his LED spun yellow.

“Reactivation could be possible, but it’d be for less than a minute if everything.”

A minute was better than nothing. A minute had the potential to provide you with a lead, a witness, anything.

Especially if one of them could interface and access the android’s memories.

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aydaptic · 6 months

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Sorry if you've already answered this before but I'm new to the fandom and I found your account through your web-comic and I was wondering what is it about Gavin that you like so much? Why is he one of your favourite characters in dbh? (I've noticed that he isn't much of a fan-favourite in this fandom 😔)

This'll be a long post, but you asked (...and I'll happily answer!) I'll add some descriptions for context. At the top of my head, I can think of 21 reasons why I like his canon equivalent.

1. He's charismatic

Gav gives off an energy that makes it easy to hang onto his every word. I can quote all his lines by heart and I like listening to Neil Newbon (in this specific role) talk. I remember some of Kamski's lines as well -- also mo-capped/voice acted by Newbon -- but Kamski doesn't have nearly as much charisma as Gav does.

2. He's expressive

Ppl who 'talk with their hands' are more charismatic. Gav is all over the place in the break room if you stick around. Hand gestures capture people's attention as they emphasize what is being said.

3. He doesn't think androids are alive (...so in his eyes, the way he treats them isn't wrong)

"Could always try roughin' it up a little. After all... it's not human." - Gavin Reed, The Interrogation

That means he wouldn't rough up a human suspect. This alone justifies his unpleasant attitude towards androids. Hank -- who treated Connor way worse than Gav ever did -- changed his mind. Nothing says Gav can't do the same.

If Alexa suddenly said she was alive, the vast majority wouldn't take it seriously (if any at all.)

4. He's sarcastic

"Congratulations on last night, very impressive." - Gavin Reed, Waiting For Hank...

5. He has dark humor

6. He looks down on people that pay for s*x

Quote above. You don't call someone a "pervert" if you agree with their actions. The Eden Club, in particular, is immoral AF... bc those androids don't have a choice. Gav doesn't care about them being androids, but he still looks down on the guy who paid money to get laid, and I applaud Gav for that. Especially when said guy also had a wife and kids.

7. He has valid concerns about androids taking jobs

Anyone who says differently is either in denial, uninformed, or never had a job they were scared to get fired from. There's already been an uproar about ChatGPT and that's nothing compared to how advanced Detroit: Become Human androids are. The unemployment rate in this game is 37% -- higher than it was during the Great Depression and C*VID -- and androids are the main cause.

I've seen a lot of ppl ask this question:

Q: Why not just buy an android and have them do your job for you, then? You get the money anyway bc it's your android!

A: Bc, believe it or not, the vast majority of men want to work. This is a strange concept to grasp for a lot of ppl. I admire Gav for being one of those men who wants to do it themselves. Letting someone else do your job is taking the easy way out.

8. He's a hard worker

Gallery: "...Ruthlessly ambitious, Reed will do anything to advance his career, even if it means treading on other peoples’ toes."

9. He's ambitious

See the quote above.

10. He doesn't sleep well

This isn't just a headcanon. He has literal bags under his eyes. Just knowing he doesn't sleep well already has me asking, "why?" It's interesting.

11. He puts his feet on the table

After Connor interacts with him in the break room, Gav will go to his desk and do this. I'll go into detail about why this contributes to my liking his character in the very last point.

12. He calls Hank out on his alcoholism

As much as most of us love Hank, he's not in a good space mentally. Showing up drunk/hungover to work should not be tolerated. It not only puts coworkers, but also civilians, at risk. Hank should be in therapy instead of working at the DPD until he gets his life sorted out.

13. He calls Fowler out for giving Hank special treatment

"You won't get away with it this time." - Gavin Reed, The Interrogation (after Hank pulls a literal gun on a human coworker AKA Gav)

So Gav has brought it up to Fowler before and is about to do it again. Ties into the point above. What Hank does -- like assaulting a literal FBI agent -- shouldn't be tolerated.

14. He's a control freak

I gravitate towards ppl and characters who take charge. Those who like being in control and know what they're doing. I'm a control freak myself, but I'd prefer to let someone else take the reins as long as I agree with their methods. I like it when ppl know what they want and act on it. Gav does both.

15. He's protective of his coworkers

I was unsure whether or not to add this as I guess it can be seen as a subjective theory and not an objective fact.

Gav only ever steps in with the gun in The Interrogation when Con uses aggressive force on Chris Miller by tearing him away from the deviant. Con did this after disobeying Gav 3 times. So yeah. Gav is justified for stepping in. Hank, on the other hand, isn't justified for pulling a gun on a human coworker. I see this scene as Gav protecting Chris from Con who is showing signs of deviancy.

16. He can't wink

Endearing.

17. He pouts a lot

Again, endearing.

18. He swears like a sneezing kitten

Same as the two points above.

19. He doesn't like Connor

I don't like Con, either. Yeah. We exist. Personality types like Con's "let's be friends" attitude and constant positivity pisses me off. Before anyone comments that the player decides Con's personality... no. Only to an extent. There are several instances where the player has no say whatsoever. Some of Con's pre-determined responses annoy me.

20. He has great fashion

Big fan of leather jackets.

21. I like him bc I'm a narcissist at times

He's essentially the male equivalent of me to the T. I'm only an asshole internally, though. We love (or hate) characters we relate to. I relate to every single point except 17 and 18 on this list.

There you go :)

His OOC fanon equivalent has a huge fanbase -- especially on Twitter/X and Tumblr turning him into a blushing teenage girl -- but it seems like I'm the only person who can't stand that OOC portrayal of him. That said, I adore his canon equivalent in all his asshole glory.

#dbh #gavin reed #detroit: become human #dbh gavin #long post #Q&A #anonymous #*aydaptic

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p3ski · 3 months

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Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

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

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Summary: A lot has changed since the revolution. Crimes against androids are now being treated with greater severity, with many being subject to the same penalties as crimes against humans. While anti-android attitudes are on the decline, transforming the mindset of an entire city is no simple task.

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' prompt a shift in perspective?

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

Word Count: 4K

Storage Locker C was a squalid, closed-off room filled to the brim with emptied crates and shipping containers. The CyberLife branding was worn and faded, and all surfaces coated in a thick layer of dust. It looked abandoned, as though it had not been accessed since before the Revolution.

“Colt, I'm getting really sick of you telling me what you're about to tell me”, Gavin said, addressing the man standing with him in the middle of the densely packed room.

Sanders let out a clipped huff, tracing a circle in the dusty floor with the tip of his boot. “There’s nothing here. Save dirt and cobwebs. We're gonna sweep the perimeter outside and see if we pick anything up - but I wouldn't count on it."

A couple of scattered Forensics Officers were standing by the entranceway, packing up lights and Thirium analysis kits, ready for transportation. Sanders ushered them towards the exit with a tilt of his head, and they started to head out, the door closing behind them. Despite this, the draft persisted, a consequence of the poor insulation. Gavin hugged his hands to his armpits in an attempt to keep warm, pacing around in fractious circles.

Nines stood a few feet away, scanning the access panel next to the entranceway. "Keypad secured, accessible via a six-digit code issued to CyberLife employees." He removed his hand from the panel, skin melding back into place. "I suspect the Reaper left the room accessible for a short window. Just long enough for Mr Finch to deposit the phone."

"Or maybe that didn’t happen." It had been a quiet, introspective grumble as the detective continued to move aimlessly. He had not demanded a response, but he received one nonetheless.

"There was no sign of forced entry, and I doubt he would have been entrusted with unsupervised access."

"I don’t mean that. Maybe the reason why it looks like no one has been in here for months is because no one has."

"I am not following you."

Gavin groaned. "I mean, come on, isn’t it convenient that Finch hands off this phone to some random guy and then has no idea where it goes? What if the exchange never happened, and he’s just fucking with us?"

"I would know if we had been misdirected", Nines swiftly reminded him, pointing to his temple with a two-fingered gesture. "While the lack of evidence is disappointing, it is not unusual given what we have come to expect in this case—

When the Reaper leaves something behind, he does so with intent. If this place holds no significance to his puzzle, then there would be no reason to leave his usual markers."

"Doesn’t really help us, though, does it?" Gavin came to a halt, reaching into his pocket to check the time on his phone. There was a notification for an unread chat log previewed on the lock screen. "May as well stay here until Sanders and his boys are done. Fowler won't expect us back for a while, and I'm in no hurry to tell ‘im this was another dead-end."

Unlocking the phone, he was taken to the conversation history that was already opened. He tucked behind a large shipping container, angled away from Nines to ensure he couldn’t see. Scrolling his way to the most recent message proved an difficult task and left him feeling a little uneasy:

Russian Nesting Doll

[Saturday at 9:05 am] Good Morning Gavin. How are you feeling today?

You

[Saturday at 11:35 am] like someone is taking a drill to my skull.

need to stop drinking like that. getting too old.

Russian Nesting Doll

[Saturday at 11:36 am] Nothing good ever comes without cost.

I hope it was worth it for the sake of an enjoyable evening.

You

[Saturday at 12:38 pm] not sure. I dont remember all of it

sorry if i got messy

Russian Nesting Doll

[Saturday at 12:45 pm] No need to apologise.

I meant what I said.

If you ever need someone to talk to - or someone to spend time with - I'm there. Just say the word.

[Saturday at 1:35 pm] Nothing implied, of course. I am happy to just be friends :)

Russian Nesting Doll

[Sunday at 1:05 pm] Have a good day at work tomorrow.

I hope things aren’t too uncomfortable with your partner.

You

[Sunday at 3:34 pm] shouldnt be

talked things out. were okay now.

Russian Nesting Doll

[Sunday at 3:35 pm] I see. Well, if you think it’s enough, then I won’t tell you otherwise.

Just don’t let him take advantage of your goodwill.

You

[Sunday at 3:55 pm] ???

dont really know what u mean by that?

we were both being dicks and now we arent

so its fine

Russian Nesting Doll

[Sunday at 3:56 pm] You were not in a good place the other day.

I wouldn’t be so quick to put your faith in him.

You might end up getting hurt.

Russian Nesting Doll

[Sunday at 9:23 pm] I hope I haven’t upset you. I am just concerned.

These situations always end the same way.

Thumbs drumming idly on the screen, Gavin deliberated on the best way to proceed. Tact had never been his strong suit, nor something he typically concerned himself with. However, his recent experiences with Nines had left him a bit more empathetic than usual.

You

[Draft]

Alex u seem nice but im really not interested

we went on one date you dont know my life

Can i have some time to think about it?

As Gavin tried and failed to formulate a suitable response, another message popped up on the screen:

Russian Nesting Doll

[09:50 am] I can see that you’ve read my messages.

It’s a shame that you've been unwilling to accept help.

"Unless he did leave a marker."

The sudden address shocked Gavin back to reality. Quietly locking his phone and placing it back in his pocket, he emerged from his obscured position and back into view of his partner. "What do you mean?"

"The code to the lockbox", Nines’ LED spun yellow as he accessed the requisite information. "22 42 15 11 44. Knowing our killer, I doubt the numbers are inconsequential. It could be another message."

"You seemed to think so during Finch’s interrogation." There was a teasing edge to his words as Gavin recalled the events that had led them to their current location. "If he had decided to hold out much longer, I thought you might beat the numbers out of him."

Nines seemed flustered by the suggestion, his cheeks dusted with flecks of blue. "I don't believe my approach was excessively forceful. Having said that, I was...distracted that day, so it is possible that I exercised less patience than I could have."

Distracted by your 'personal matter'? Gavin pondered but stopped himself from saying. It almost felt like teasing how painfully ambiguous Nines was acting.

He had been torturing himself the entire morning, clinging to hope over every perceived spark of interest. The glances that had lingered for a little too long on their drive up to the Storage Locker and the way that Nines had brushed his hand upon their exit. Each time he dared to believe that his partner might be feeling it too, the moment dissipated, leaving the detective to wonder if he had been a product of his imagination.

"So, what was the message?"

"I am unsure. It appears to be a new code system, one he has not previously used. I have one solution, but I suspect it is not the one we are looking for." There was a biting spite to the way Nines said this, as though casting doubt on his own abilities. "It seems incomplete—much like many of my deliberations as of late."

"I've hardly been much help on the 'cryptic bullshit' front." The detective acknowledged his limited contributions with a wry smile, folding his arms as he did. "Let me pick that big brain of yours. See what I've got."

Nines seemed receptive to the suggestion, his troubled expression softening into one of quiet gratitude. "The message in the rA9 scripture: ‘Those who worship false prophets will be punished’, followed by a series of incomprehensible numbers and symbols. I have no idea what they could mean."

"So you think it is a code within a code, right? Like the message that led Robert here?"

"Correct."

Gavin recalled the slip of paper his partner had shown him previously, trying to follow the same line of reasoning. "If we are getting closer to finding him, maybe he wanted to throw us a curveball…." He tutted at his inability to fully recall the details, looking to Nines with a hopeful shrug. "It's hard to say without seeing the scripture. Is there a way you could show it to me?"

"My eyes do not come equipped with projectors."

Then embarrassment washed over him, intermingled with a twinge of guilt. "Right, of course they don't. Sorry."

"Fortunately, I can show you this way."

Nines extended his hand as a small beam of light bloomed from the palm. It spread outwards, and a small image came into view. Gavin reeled back from the visage, completely stunned.

"Right, no projectors in the eyes because they come equipped to your fucking hands. That makes so much more sense."

Nines’ lips, which had been pulled into a forced scowl, twitched in subtle amusement. "If you wish to complain to someone, I’d suggest you contact CyberLife."

Having gotten over the surprise of the sudden manifestation, Gavin focused on the image. He scrutinised it intently before narrowing his eyes at a particular element.

"...Are these the numbers you're trying to work out?" he asked, leaning closer to his partner as he pointed to the projection. "He leaves a gap before the start of the sequence. Then all of a sudden, he's squeezing shit in, like he's run out of space. Why would he do that?"

"Human penmanship is often inconsistent, particularly when rushed."

"So he took his sweet time to decapitate the victim and leave the body posed like a statue, but he decided to rush this? You said it yourself that he does things deliberately. I don't think this is an accident."

Nines paused, his LED cycling yellow as though considering the possibility. "What are you thinking?"

"That maybe it's not the same message. It's two—using different code systems."

Gavin continued to analyse the sequence. In addition to the densely packed nature, the numbers were penned with far less clarity than the ones that preceded. The edges were softened, forming a strange cursive-like script as one digit flowed into the next.

"Nines, when a human writes a message, what do they sometimes do at the end?" He paused, smiling to himself before he continued. "Also applies to smartass androids sending annoying texts."

His partner seemed less than enthralled by the teasing jab but responded to the question nonetheless. "They sign it."

"Exactly. So what if that’s what he’s doing? This has been going on for a while now, maybe the fucker is getting cocky."

"There is cockiness, and then there is stupidity", Nines fired back, eyebrows raised. "I doubt he would reveal his true identity with such transparency."

"I dont think so either - but what if it's another title? Like God's Wrath or His Servant. Except this one is special; he went to more of an effort to hide it."

The android looked across his shoulder at the man peering over it. "Gavin, if you’re right, this could be pivotal."

"If?", the detective fired back, pulling away with an indignant scoff. "Come on, I know it's shocking that I worked something out before you did, but give me some credit. I don't always need to copy your homework."

"I know you don't. You have always been capable."

A notification pinged on Gavin’s phone, breaking the flow of their conversation. He inwardly bristled—well aware of the likely sender—but fought to conceal his irritation as he continued. "Capable? That’s high fucking praise. Better stop now before I get a big head."

"I am being genuine. You are a remarkable person - of whom I am continuously in awe."

Another notification and the annoyance escalated, comparable to being trapped with a fly in a moving car. "Okay, now you're going too far with the flattery." Making a subtle glance at the message, Gavin’s thumb was poised on the volume button, ready to turn it down. "Keep trying, you'll get it eventually."

"I understand that my actions may not have assisted in giving my words credence...I hope he can express such sentiments in a more articulate way."

The statement caught him off guard enough to delay the action. He?

"What are you talking about?"

When the detective looked up, he noted the android's focus was trained on his hand. The diplomatic veneer of his prior words contrasted sharply with the unsettling intensity of his eyes. It seemed he wanted nothing more than to crush the phone into a thousand tiny pieces.

"The man who invited you to dinner. I can only assume that he is the one who is messaging you."

"How did—" The initial surprise Gavin felt gave way to irritation. He levelled an accusatory gaze at his partner. "Assume, my ass. You're scanning my phone."

"I respect your privacy enough to refrain from using my scanners," Nines retorted, sounding a little offended. "There has been a change in your behaviour recently, which seems to coincide with this new contact. Heightened physical responses that would imply a strong romantic or sexual interest."

Then Gavin’s annoyance turned to bewilderment. Perhaps Nines’ system was glitching, or he’d misinterpreted the spike in his blood pressure—because that definitely wasn’t what he was feeling.

"Words can not attest to how lucky he is. I hope the relationship proves long and fulfilling." The forced smile he gave him betrayed something deeply incriminating. An emotion that was hard to mistake. Jealousy.

Realisation hit him like a hook to the jaw.

He had been feeling what Nines was describing, but Alex was not the object of interest. There had been another inciting incident, one which happened to coincide with the receipt of the initial USwipe message. Something that his partner seemed to have cataclysmically misinterpreted.

"Nines, I think you've got the wrong idea about where those feelings are coming from."

"You do not owe me an explanation."

"I'm single." Gavin said, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. "Like 'jacking myself to sleep' every night single. So yeah, I went on a date, but I'm never gonna see him again."

The forgotten phone in his hand pinged to life once again, and he felt another creep in his blood pressure. "Problem is, the guy can't take a fucking hint."

"Was his company not as pleasant as you anticipated?" Nines inquired, a strange hopefulness in his voice. However, this optimism quickly shifted to trepidation as his expression hardened. "Did he do something to upset you?"

"What? No, nothing like that. He was fine, I just—"

Another ping.

Okay, no, that’s done it. Any concerns of consideration or politeness were promptly thrown out the window as Gavin glared daggers at the message, planning a suitably scathing response:

You

[10:19 am] U need to back off right fucking now.

I dont know u and u dont know me. so stop with the intrusive bullshit

I dont want to see u again. thats it. were done.

He had barely removed his thumbs from the screen when he received the man’s response:

Russian Nesting Doll

[10:20 am] I know you well enough - but that’s fine, Gavin. You’ve made it quite clear what it is that you want.

I hope you’ll be happy with your choice. :)

Glancing over the message, Gavin wondered if he ought to feel guilty, but this concern swiftly gave way to an overwhelming surge of relief. With a triumphant huff, he blocked the number and returned his now undivided attention to his partner.

"It wasn't what I wanted." The admission came as a leap of faith but one that was decidedly worth it, as Nines finally seemed to realise what he was suggesting.

His jaw tensed, as there was a pronounced bob of movement visible in his throat. "What do you want?"

Gavin released a heated snarl, seizing Nines by the jacket and pulling down sharply. They stood nose-to-nose, his unsteady breath cascading over the android's face. "Take a wild fucking guess."

Their kissing was desperate, almost frenzied, as the detective firmly balled his hands into the back of his partner's hair, seeking additional leverage. Nines responded by slipping his arms around the shorter man’s back, pulling him close as he clawed at the threads of his jacket. Their bodies were flush, and it wasn’t long until they started to move in rhythm.

Heat pooled in Gavin’s stomach, travelling downwards, and his hips jerked forward brazenly. Through the motion, he came to an unexpected but wholly welcome discovery. Nines had opted for physical upgrades—evident in the distinct swell that could be felt through the threads of his pants. It brushed against him in smooth, measured motions, and Gavin could feel himself harden almost instantly. Lost in the movements, he didn’t notice that he was stumbling backwards until the corner of a shipping crate had wedged unwelcomely into his back.

As he hissed in pain, Nines broke the kiss. He tilted back to assess his partner, his grey eyes wide and startled. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

"Nah, you’re fine. It’s these damn crates." Gavin winced, massaging the sore spot with his hand. A cloud of dust had displaced itself upon contact, with the particles now floating above their heads. "Barely able to breathe in here."

"Perhaps we should delay this until later." The android scrutinised the grime-filled air as the man gasped to breathe it in. "These are hardly ideal circumstances."

"We could be wading around in a sewer right now, I couldn’t give less of a shit."

"That sounds repulsive", Nines chided. Nonetheless, his body betrayed a continued interest as he leant towards him, settling his face against the crook of his neck. "You seem to have deflected my question, Detective, about what it is that you want."

The title was spoken with a sinful richness that should have been illegal. It danced across Gavin’s ear, signed by a teasing nip on the shell. "Would think the raging hard-on would be a tip-off", he hissed, struggling to suppress the moan that was building in his throat. "I want you, all of it—smug asshole."

"That is rather non-specific."

"How vivid do you want me to be?", he snapped. "I indulged in a hefty amount of ‘self-care’ after you ditched me the other day. Almost ascended thinking of all the filthy things we could have done."

Nines chuckled in satisfaction, trailing kisses along the edge of his stubbled jaw. "I would be quite happy to atone for my mistake, but it would appear that you are still withholding some critical information."

"Seriously, jackass, use your imagination."

Strong arms tightened around Gavin's back before hoisting upwards, lifting until he was perched on the edge of a crate. Just as he was about to protest the forceful handling, he felt his legs be pulled apart with equal assertion as his partner nestled between them.

"Unless I hear it from you, I will have no choice but to put a stop to this." A hand came to cradle Gavin's jaw, applying firm pressure as his head was forcefully tilted upwards. "After I left. What did you think about?"

Lust overwhelmed any lingering reason as Gavin felt his mouth move of its own accord. "Your lips", he confessed, his gaze flitting subconsciously to the feature as he spoke. A perfect pink bow that demanded attention, sitting inches away from his face. "They felt so good. I wanted to know how much better they'd feel wrapped around my dick."

"Better." Nines' touches grew hotter, reaching fever, as though he were burning from the inside. The bridge of his nose and swell of his cheeks were tinged a royal blue. Gavin may have been concerned if he wasn't so willing to pliantly melt into the forceful caress. "Keep talking."

"I wish I'd known about this." He punctuated the word with a buck of his hips, catching his partner off guard. He watched in delight as his LED flickered. "I'd have spent more time thinking about how it would feel shoved down my throat."

Nines’ grip on his face loosened, and he worried that he might have crossed some unspoken boundary. Then he felt a thumb run languidly across his lip, gently pulling down. "I have pondered a few times on ways I could shut this filthy mouth of yours. I imagine fucking it would prove effective."

The pants that Gavin had allowed to escape gave way to a guttural moan. "It's so fucking hot. Hearing you talk like that."

"I'd rather do more than just talk about it."

The sound of a metal door swinging open rudely interrupted them, followed by a pace of footsteps. "Okay, boys, we're gonna wrap things up now."

A shared look of horror passed between them as Gavin squirmed from his seat on the crate, clambering to find his footing, and Nines straightened up, adjusting his rumpled jacket. Sanders, engrossed in his tablet, seemed oblivious to the situation.

"He'll send our report to Fowler now. If you need anything else from us, we'll—" As he looked up, the older man paused, regarding the other human officer with a perplexed look. "You okay, Reed? You're a little red."

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just… warm in here." Gavin’s breath puffed out in a visible cloud as he said this. He awkwardly crossed his legs to avoid revealing anything incriminating but inadvertently offered a clear view of the crate—as well as the distinctly human-shaped print.

The residual dust was no doubt settled on his legs and backside, a detail not which had not gone unnoticed by Sanders. His dark eyes trailed him up and down, lips pinched inwards in amusement. "Like I said, we're heading out. You two gonna stay and look around, or are we following you out of here?"

Just then, a low dialling noise could be heard from the direction of the android. The light of his LED pulsed softly, in and out like a breath, signalling an incoming call. "It would appear we ought to leave as well", Nines said with a hint of disappointment. "The Captain is sending through a dispatch request."

"Where does he need us? Back at the station?"

The gentle pulsing stopped abruptly, turning to static red. "No. At a crime scene."

"... Shit." Gavin kicked an empty packing container that was lying at his feet, propelling it across the room. "They've found another body, haven’t they?"

"Bodies, I -"

The android fell, dropping unceremoniously to his knees. A hand clasped to his mouth as his body shook in violent tremors. His LED flashed like a siren, so quick that it was almost blinding to look at. The two men watched on, stunned, before rushing in to assist. Gavin was first to drop to the floor, placing hands on his partner's shoulders as he delicately pulled him close.

"Nines, are you okay? What's wrong?" Each word was met with a gentle tap, to which his partner failed to respond. He stared ahead, grey eyes large and unfocused, as though fading in and out of consciousness. A rumble of static passed from his lips as he moved his head in slow, jerky motions that were decidedly artificial.

It chilled Gavin to his core and told him something was seriously wrong. Delicate taps turned to shakes as he tried to snap Nines from his daze. "Fucking talk to me, what's happening?"

Nines muttered repeatedly to himself as though he were sitting alone in the room. The exact same phrase, over and over:

"It isn't possible."

#dbh #reed900 #dbh fanfiction #dbh nines #dbh fanfic #dbh gavin #detroit become human #dbh rk900 #gavin reed x rk900 #gavin900 #dbh gavin reed #gavin reed #gavin x nines #gavin x rk900

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jayden-killer · 2 years

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IS THAT A DATE?!

Paring: Gavin Reed × Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual things, no use of Y/N, Gavin being a soft (that's strange, lmao).

°~°

I hate Mondays for three simple reasons:

A) it meant the beginning of a new working week;

B) I had not the slightest strength to get up from my warm bed;

C) It meant seeing that asshole Gavin Reed downtown.

Gavin had become unbearable, all the more reason not to hold it during the day, and his pretty face wasn’t helping. Okay, maybe a little: it helped me put up with it more. But geez, I couldn’t stand him all the time breathing down my neck and making jokes about androids (unpleasant to say the least).

—Are you going to stop sticking to me all the time, Gavin?! Don’t you have other priorities?

Exasperated, I pass a hand in my hair. Gavin has a defiant look and runs his arms around his chest. I can see his well-defined abs even under his thin shirt, and I don’t like that.

—My priority is to fuck with you. You should have figured that out by now, huh?

—Gavin, please, go do something else. We’re both adults, with jobs and responsibilities to think about, this is not the time to fuck around.

—But Thats what I always do— He show a mocking smile. I smile too, but nervously. Oh yeah. I forgot that Gavin is anything but an adult.

—Right...—I let go. I have no other ideas at this point to get him out of my way.

—Look, tell me what I have to do to get you to at least leave me alone for...—I look at the smartwatch on my wrist, —Eight hours? Is that okay?

—I didn’t think you were that dumb—Gavin chuckles, while he scratches his beard, —You must come to my house tonight after work.

I think that’s when my brain stopped working. I chuckle nervously and look around, convinced that I understood something else.

—Um... at your place?

—Are you deaf? My place, yes!

I swore I saw a thin layer of embarrassment on his face and... was he blushing? Oh, my God. Don’t tell me Gavin just...

-Is that a date?!

Gavin spreads his arms, then puts them on his hips.

—And what else? Well, if you want me to leave you alone, come tonight.

I stare at him, incredulous. The truth is that I do not know what to think: if he wants to make a joke or is serious. But I must move, and give an answer. Gavin was always an asshole, from the first day I met him, straight up, unbearable, but... I liked him for who he was. Underneath he hid that sweetness that wasn’t visible to everyone, and that made him interesting. He was a mysterious guy.

—Okay, I’ll come. But you cook— I say and by the way he was smiling, he seemed to appreciate it. It warmed my heart to see that a smile was forming on her face.

—Good. I’ll see you in eight hours, baby- He walked over to his desk, only to turn immediately and get closer to my face. I could feel that tension between the two of us, and his warm breath wasn’t bothering me as much as it used to be. I blushed.

—I’ll show you that I’m a man of word— he smiled maliciously. His eyes went up and down on my body.

-S-Show me tonight.

I slapped myself mentally for pulling that shit out of my mouth, yet my comment seemed to be appreciated by Gavin when he chuckled and dropped a hand on my ass, giving it a grope.

—Sure thing, girlie.

#detroit become human #dbh #gavin reed #gavin reed x reader #gavin reed x yn #dbh imagine #connor #neil newbon #neil newbon x reader

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ewates · 6 months

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ACAB but the C stands for Connors sorry for a second i got possessed by the ghost of gavin reed sorry sorry

#.txt #this came to me in a fever dream

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jonathancrane-scarecrows · 29 days

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Characters I Rp As:

Jonathan Crane/ Scarecrow (Gotham, Batman Begins)

Jerry Dandridge ( Fright Night)

Francis Munch (Mr. Right)

Victor Zsasz ( Birds of Prey)

Danny Torrance (Doctor Sleep)

Jack Edward's OC Incubus

Jace Jones OC Werewolf

Dimitri Spade OC Siren

Pierce Werewolf OC

Dracula ( Dracula Untold)

Geralt (Witcher)

Corinthian ( Sandman)

Hannibal Lector ( Hannibal)

Eric Northman ( Trueblood)

Archived ( Can still be asked for)

Mickey Milkovitch C Shameless)

Axel Zsasz oc ( Twin Au )

Bruce Wayne ( Gotham, Batman Begins)

Godzilla ( Human forms)

Gavin Reed (DBH)

Yennefer( Witcher)

Rose the Hat ( Doctor Sleep)

Scarlett OC Sucubus

Charlie Manx ( NOS4A2)

Massimo Torricelli ( 365 days)

Black Canary( Birds Of Prey)

Ellen Ripley Xenomorph hybrid ( Alien: Resurrection)

Anita Quinn Ex Assasin OC

Alice Summers OC

Jennifer (Jennifer's Body)

#list of muses #list of characters #updated

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ao3feed-gav900 · 9 months

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Donuts

https://ift.tt/k4ndUa0 by Delia_Amstice Conan is left to wait in the DPD department. Gavin interrogates him about Nines' absence. Words: 794, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of the C-bliNgs' life at the DPD Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60, Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900, Chris Miller (Detroit: Become Human) Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Connor & Upgraded Connor | RK900 & Cyberlife Tower Connor | RK800-60, Hank Anderson & CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60, CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60 & Gavin Reed Additional Tags: Reed900 is only mentioned, Slice of Life, Connor & CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60 & Upgraded Connor | RK900 are Siblings, CyberLife Tower Connor | RK800-60 Has a Different Name, it is Conan, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Has a Different Name, it is Nines, Banter, Good Parent Hank Anderson, Donuts, rated Mature for sex joke, Conan is having none of Gavin's shit, I mean, who is?, SWAT team Cyberlife Tower Connor | RK800-60, Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), Not Beta Read

#AO3feed #dbh #reed900 #gavin reed #rk900

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nobigneil · 23 days

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"...okay."

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hrefna-the-raven · 1 year

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Requests are open

I did really enjoy trying to come up with a story to a request so I'd like try this again :)

Please find below a combination you can use to send me requests:

Characters:

A. Alistair Theirin (Dragon Age)

B. Travis Hackett (the Quarry)

C. Kelvin (SotF)

D. Rick O'Connell (the Mummy)

E. Gavin Reed (Dbh)

F. Elijah Kamski (Dbh)

G. Connor (Dbh)

H. Timothy Lawrence (Borderlands)

I. Zane (Borderlands)

J. Handsome Jack (Borderlands)

K. Loki (Supernatural or Marvel)

L. Peter Quill/Star Lord

Prompts:

“I’m too sober for this.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“How drunk was I?”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Sir. This is for children only."

“My chances of living to a ripe old age are unfortunately excellent.”

"It's just a scratch."

“I love you, but sometimes I really want to throw you off a cliff.”

“You are the most idiotic but adorable human on the planet.”

“Tell me it’s a prank that you’re doing this.” “No, I’m dead ass serious.”

“Why aren’t you telling her this?” “Because I can’t tell her this, this is going to sound stupid.” “Then why are you telling me this?”

“Don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago.”

"Fuck you!" "Well if you insist..."

"Oh no, don't stop on my account. I quite enjoy the view."

*insert your own prompt*

I can't wait to see the requests 😏😁

#requests #sons of the forest #detroit become human #borderlands #guardians of the galaxy #dragon age #the mummy #supernatural

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enkisstories · 11 months

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Before they went out to ask more townsfolk more questions, Detective Keller and the Reeds moved their belongings into a safehouse the Detroit police maintained in town.

Amazing conversation skills, Gavin...

Let’s focus on the case instead! Daniel launched a police drone to get an overview of the situation:

Last night the Douglas family was at the playground behind the Mustard Spot (grocery store & restaurant) (A). They crossed over to the One Stop Shoppe’s parking lot (B), when suddenly a gun shot felled Craig Douglas.

Next Aisha Murphy, on a shopping tour, screamed, only to get shot, too.

A “dark figure” was seen “darting” through “the trees”, of which a few are scattered around the neighborhood.

The buildings close by are:

C - Sinclair homelot D - DPD safe house E - grocery store owner’s home F - the gymn, which’s roof almost jumps into the face as a possible sniper nest

#Baysite Flats #sims 2 bayside flats #sims2 bayside flats #thesims2baysideflats #sims2 dbh desiderata #sims2 #sims 2 #the sims 2 #thesims2 #ts2 #ts 2 #simblr #baysideflatsinvestigations

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hopeheartfilia · 1 year

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the pain of the only thing youre reading actually being a book youre listening to

on one hand - i dont want to consume anything not aouv because i want this to consume my mind. this is my attempt at tricking myself into writhing an all of us villains fic. i want to write two so the fic count gets to 21

anyway. i may listen to podcats but its very slow going and usually im reading several fics at the same time. but rn? i dont have anything for when my earphones which are bluetooth because i only hve a type c adapter run out of power. im just sitting there. no game no nothing. me and the depression. downloaded a stim app. genuenly like it, still need something to give me that subway surfers vibe. or ill end up playing breath of the wild for 9 hours straight again this week

so. alistair lowe has my entire heart, ehich is fine because hes just given it to hendry. no new analysis just

Gavin hey hi , i think youll grow too emotionally attached to hendry to use him for dangerous experiments. why? Its Hendry Lowe and youre a traumatised teenage boy in a murder tournament, his speciality really

i dunno i wanna know more about their little cousin she seems... like a little cousin that lives with you. alistair should engage in a pillow fight and petty eating of last leftovers. obviously mostly suffering via there is a small sibling involved way. the instinct to punt little children even if you can recognise this is the sort of person youd talk to

then he should actually be totally on her side if gavin is complaining about something. oh she ate your desert? was your name written on it? as if he didnt have a row with her about drinking the last of the milk the day before

do i think this will happen like this? no not really. am i thinking about it? yes its the nature of me seeing annoying little kids in media. little sibling spotted. proceed to mix stories of friends with personal experience

so this is once more an aouv post. eh.

i feel like reed is going to become a way more interesting charather (its all the calling him pathethic. if he was treatening id be like yeaaah okay. but like hes pathethic, now ee gotta know more. would you have made out with gavin in an alley if that part stretched out more? the people need their answers mctavish) (idk my personal opinion of reid was mostly "whore" also "goth boy" reasons why him an alistair dont get along well - all moody brooding boys know each other factoid incorrect, they are different subtypes and while alistair goes with emo boy and dresses more for a dark academia moodboard reid may be inclined to look at him like hes a poser as bitch with an aestetic lifted from pinterest. which is totally the real reason for how they dont interact much and not the other perfectly reasonable mentioned things)

i have. gone off on a rant, naturally, but alistair being like okay. gavin will.... sleep in the cupboard! and hes trying so hard to catch what hes missing and be like haha gotcha your actual motive is this! but instead hes thinking of how flirting worked for isobel like, if push comes to shove... totally the first course of action

I dunno love how someone does soemthing and treatens his life and then he just copies them like yess shattering the glass is stuck in my head

boy mirrors actions so much, love that for him, never got socialised properly

#all of us villains #all of our demise #currently reading all of our demise #.. listening to #gonna add my boy because i mention him a lot #alistair lowe #me #a shitpost can be blue

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p3ski · 4 months

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Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

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

Masterlist

Read on AO3 here:

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: 3K

The incident at the church was never discussed, although the tension from the event still lingered. Gavin stared unwaveringly at his monitor, scrolling through the latest CyberLife testimonies. This had become a pattern over the last few days, with him trying to complete his work with as little engagement with Nines as possible. This had not gone unnoticed by his partner, who quickly grew resentful of being served the cold shoulder. It seemed equally content to ignore him back. If only out of spite.

"Still fuck all coming from these interviews”, Gavin mused, finally breaking the silence. “If anyone knows anything about this Synthetic Reaper, they're keeping tight-lipped."

This was not a topic that Nines was interested in, evident in its painfully unenthused response.

"Indeed."

The detective bristled, knowing he only had himself to blame for the unsociable atmosphere. Turning his attention back to his computer, the menial task of report filing suddenly felt like a blessed escape. After a few minutes of typing, his phone reverberated from the side of his desk. He ignored the notifications at first until the persistent buzzing became a nuisance.

Reaching over to silence the device, he was soon grateful he'd done so, as brightly illuminated on the screen was a series of incriminating texts. Outlining the embarrassing details of his most recent personal struggle:

Actually Decent (4)

[10:03am] Gav

[10:03am] hey

[10:04am] have you and Nines made out yet

[10:04am] or are u still planning on wimping out

Gavin pulled his phone closer, out of the view of prying eyes. He went back to scanning the information on his report, focusing on a section he had yet to finish. "You got anything for this new code? The one in the victim’s scripture?"

“No."

Amazing.

His phone shook again, and glancing down, he saw that Tina was diligently adding to the collection of unwanted messages:

Actually Decent (7)

[10:06 am] because if youre gonna bang a stranger

[10:06 am] please pick one thats normal

[10:07 am] no more weird kinks

"No?" Gavin questioned, eyebrows raised in disbelief. "That's a first for you, smart ass." The tone was intended as jovial, but the reception was frosty at best. Nines shot him a sharp glare, huffing disapprovingly under its breath.

Gavin’s fingers twitched on his keyboard, wondering if he should cut his losses and accept his looming termination. There were other jobs he could pursue, after all. Perhaps a career as the world's most surly birthday clown. Or a disappointing male stripper.

Actually Decent (9)

[10:09 am] I still have nightmares about the pet-play guy

[10:10 am] I’ll never recover from the things u told me

Nines slid Gavin a slip of paper. "The message is nonsensical. Most of the text makes sense, but the ending appears to be gibberish."

He peered down, scanning over the carefully penned digits. "...So what are we thinking? Another hidden code, like SL C?"

"Might I suggest you take some time to determine that yourself." The android squeezed its mouse tightly. As if it were trying to crush it to pieces. “I am getting rather tired of you ‘copying my homework’."

Gavin was caught off guard by this. While his partner was far from agreeable, it was unusual for it to lash out in such a juvenile way. There wasn’t a hint of care or remorse as it diligently scanned its monitor, refusing to look up.

Once the initial shock had subsided, it transformed into something ugly. An instinctive urge to push back. Gavin balled up the paper indignantly, flicking it over the desk. “You got a problem with sharing notes, just say. You don’t have to be a little bitch about it."

Nines laughed, although not in the way that he’d grown used to. It was a harsh sound, short and sharp, "I find it insulting that you have snubbed me this long, only to speak now when it seeks to benefit you."

The detective tensed uncomfortably at this before puffing out his chest defensively. “In case you’ve forgotten, we’re working together. Hardly an effective partnership if we can't at least share information."

“It is difficult to work with you in a professional capacity when there is something more pressing we need to discuss."

"And what the fuck would that be?"

There was a loud, crunching noise. Gavin looked over to confirm that Nines had, indeed, destroyed its mouse. Fragments of plastic littered the desk whilst others remained embedded in its hand. In the android’s eyes, there was a strange vulnerability intermingled with its usual intensity. Not so much confronting as it was pleading.

"You know."

A tight bind encompassed Gavin's chest and threatened to cut his breathing. His focus drifted from his companion’s eyes down the expanse of its smooth, pale skin. He followed the gentle slope of its nose, counting the freckles on the way, and ultimately found its lips. They looked warm and inviting—enough that he felt compelled to lean towards them.

It was then that he realised he was utterly fucked.

"I'm going for a smoke." He pushed away from his desk, shooting to his feet in a hasty motion. There were measured footsteps trailing behind him as he cowardly marched away, but he refused to turn around. Not wishing to cause a scene.

Shoving his way through the fire exit, he hurriedly paced down the steps, caring little if he slipped on the ice. His hand found the cigarettes in his pocket, and he squeezed the box with such intensity that he successfully crushed half of its contents. Pulling out one of the smokes left intact, he had barely touched it to his lips when the heavy door slammed open behind him.

"I would appreciate it if you stopped running from me," a stern voice chided.

Staring vacantly into the parking lot and with nowhere else to go, Gavin glumly accepted the inevitable, surrendering to the demand. "I’m not running," he denied, in staunch contradiction to his previous actions. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I’d think that is rather obvious. I wish to discuss what happened."

While he tried to maintain a facade of composure, there was no hiding his racing pulse. He knew Nines would have to suffer a serious malfunction not to sense how panicked he was. "I don’t know what you mean."

“Then I'll have to enlighten you: I am referring to the reckless - and frankly deranged - behaviour you exhibited at the church the other day."

Gavin was grateful for the harsh wind outside, as it gave him the perfect excuse to hide his face under the guise of preserving his light. He thought back to the day in question and the moments leading up to the assault on his partner. There had been no thoughts when grappling the man, just white-hot rage that scorched his skin and blinded his senses. The answer to what happened eluded him, and he was content to leave that way.

“I’ve got nothing to say." He said, moving forward to descend another concrete step.

His partner would not be so easily sated. It calmly closed the door and began its own descent down the staircase. Gavin stepped in time, seeking to maintain the distance between them, as Nines persistently charged forward. This carried on for a while, like some sort of surreal line dance. "For someone who despises androids so vehemently, you seem extremely keen to jump to my defence."

The run of the steps finished, and the two found themselves on the pavement. Unless they wished to carry their quarrel into the busy streets of Detroit, Gavin knew it was best to stay put. “I am not jumping to anyone’s defence."

"It isn't the first time you've done so for me." Nines ignored his protest, exploiting its looming physique to tower over its partner. "There was the man outside Mikey’s—"

"That didn't mean shit."

"I don't believe you." It sounded exhausted, as if it had been dwelling on the subject for days. "Please, I'm just trying to understand."

“There’s nothing to understand. You said before that I have some weird saviour complex. Call it instinct."

"Why would you seek to save something you so openly despise?"

Gavin took a shaky drag of his cigarette, the smoke catching in his throat, "Because it's my job", he said plainly, though his wavering tone was far from convincing. "I wasn't going to let him hurt you like that. I would have done the same for anyone, human or android."

"I do not feel pain, of which you are aware." Nines picked holes in the flimsy argument without hesitation. "What reason would you have to believe I was hurt?"

The detective backpedalled, realising that he'd trapped himself with his own telling wording:

"I didn't mean hurt; I meant break," he excused.

"I assured you that my structural integrity had not been compromised."

"Just let it go. I wasn't thinking."

"I disagree. You have been thinking a great deal." The android pressed, toeing the line between firmness and aggression. "I needed no saving the night I stayed over, yet you showed me the same consideration. I find your continually shifting attitude towards me deeply confusing."

This machine doesn’t know what he’s doing , Gavin thought to himself. Nothing good would ever come from the proverbial shitstorm that was beginning to manifest.

Wait. He stopped, firmly correcting himself:

It.

Not he.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

“You’re one to talk”, he seethed, expunging his frustration like poisonous venom. “I don't know what's gotten into you, but this buddy-buddy shit is getting old. We aren't friends; we're co-workers. We don’t have to pretend we’re anything more."

He tried to pull away, to which Nines reached out, grabbing him firmly by the arm. "Why are you so desperate to deny what you feel?"

"What do you know about what I feel?" Gavin snapped. The proximity between them was dizzying, their faces inches apart. "All you are is a hunk of plastic pretending to be a person."

The cruelty of his words came with little conscious thought. Part of him wanted to stop, but he refused to back down. He had already made the fatal mistake of letting the android into his mind, and he needed to shut it out before things got any worse.

"Your views have changed; you no longer believe that." Nines attempted to sound assured, but its torn expression betrayed this.

"You said you weren't interested in pretending, and I'm not interested either, android." The word was spat from his lips like an aggressive slur.

His partner’s temple shone red, and its grip tightened with mounting defiance. "I understand that I will never be human, but I do not lack the capacity to feel."

"Don't delude yourself," he sneered, barking out a cruel laugh. "You try to get into my head, manipulating my feelings to serve your directives, and you wonder why I fucking hate you."

Nines let go, recoiling fiercely as if the man burned to the touch. As it stared at him with wide eyes, there was no mistaking the raw heartbreak that blighted its features.

"I see."

The voice barely registered above a whisper, but to Gavin, it could have been screaming. He found himself unable to look, to face the consequences of what he had done. A part of him wished to take it all back. To pull his partner into an embrace and hastily beg for its forgiveness. But he knew that he couldn't. At least not now.

Once that line had been crossed, there would be no turning back.

The ash built up on his neglected cigarette, and he made no effort to flick it away. With the light extinguished, he allowed it to slip limply from his fingers. "I'm going to get a coffee. Be back in a few."

"You can get coffee from the canteen”, Nines replied, words strained from its melancholic state.

“Not that coffee, I want...different coffee...at home”, he cringed at the weakness of his excuse. "Just don't wait up, and don't follow me."

Gavin turned on his heel and made his way to his apartment, refusing to look back. Whilst walking, he looked through his phone, swiping away the messages from Tina and instead opening his USwipe account. Seeking a distraction from the disastrous interaction that had just transpired, he filtered through the matches, looking for someone of interest.

He was pleasantly surprised to find a well-kempt man around his age with a bio that didn’t immediately scream ‘weird pervert’ or ‘serial killer’. He was reasonably attractive, too - with a mop of dark, curly hair and warm hazel eyes. Emboldened, he opened his chat log and fired off a quick message:

Alex

You: Hey

did u want to meet up?

It wasn’t anything elaborate, but Gavin had never been one for making the first move, so he reasoned it was progress enough.

Arriving at his front door, he hoped to find some time to unwind. While he knew he couldn’t hide out indefinitely - and would have to return to the station at some point - a fleeting escape was a small mercy that he would happily embrace. However, this hope was quickly extinguished when a distant yowl greeted him from the bathroom.

"...Tiff?” There was an unpleasant lurch in his stomach, telling him that something was wrong.

While his cat was usually vocal, there was something off about the noise she was making. It sounded weak and strained. Shaking off his coat, he charged through his living room and slammed the door to the bathroom open. He found Tiffany lying in the bath, half-turned onto her back and staring vacantly into space. Her chest was falling and rising rapidly, and it didn't take Gavin long to realise what was happening.

"Shit", He dropped to his knees, scurrying over in a dazed frenzy. Almost as soon as he'd leaned himself over the bath, Tiffany let out another long cry, and he tried his best to console her. Gently running a hand on her back and shushing softly. "It's okay, girl, I've got you."

The cat continued to pant and strain, and Gavin wondered, with significant guilt, how long this might have been going on. Extending towards the door, he pulled a towel from the nearby rail and gently pushed it beneath her. At a loss for what else to do, he reached for his phone, preparing to call the vet for some much-needed advice. An incoming call thwarted his efforts, and he stared at the screen in disbelief, unsure how to react.

While he entertained the idea of rejecting the call, he found himself unable to do so. The phone seemed to vibrate endlessly as the called ID quietly mocked him. Slowly, he pressed accept, and the caller wasted no time in pleading their case:

"It was not my place to make such brazen assumptions about your emotions. I would like it if we could talk about this—"

While Nines babbled, the detective noted the faint speckles of blood that littered his bath, plunging him deep into a nervous spiral. "Not now. We'll talk later."

Tiffany was straining a lot at this point, as Gavin recalled the vet telling him that this should be 'minimal'. He had no idea what defined minimal - or at what stage it was acceptable to freak out.

"Is everything okay?" Nines pressed, picking up on the obvious tension.

The cat's legs jerked violently, and he moved closer, pushing her back for a better view. He observed in horror the tiny head peering out from beneath her tail. "I need a fucking vet."

"For what reason?" Its tone became frantic, as though it were sharing in his panic. "Is it Tiffany? Is there something wrong?"

"Well, she's about to shit out a kitten. Other than that, she’s just dandy." He held his breath, watching nervously as the baby's head stalled in place. Tiffany brought herself forward, desperately trying to push, before flopping back down in defeat.

Gavin reached out to support her, aware that Nines was still talking to him but unable to process what it was saying.

"Did you hear me?"

"Hear what?" he hissed back frustratedly, overwhelmed by the situation. "Seriously, I'm not in the mood to play games right now."

"I'm not suggesting we play games. I'm suggesting I come over and help you."

He slumped back, groaning deeply, and buried his face in his arms. "What part of 'I need the vet' did you not understand? You can't help any more than I can."

"I beg to differ. While I am not professionally trained, I have reviewed extensive resources on the stages of feline birth." Nines’ voice was calm and reassuring, pulling him back from the brink of a full-blown meltdown. "My assistance would be invaluable to you."

Gavin paused, determining if he could set his pride aside sufficiently. If only for the sake of his pet. After some deliberation, he conceded, reluctantly accepting the offer, "Fine, just hurry up. This thing's coming out looking like a red Gusher, and I have no idea if that's normal or not."

The concern soon resolved itself as Tiffany arched her back again and gave another firm push. The kitten’s head fully emerged, revealing a small, furry body behind it. The gentle twitching of its legs assured him that all was well, and his heart swelled with pride for his pet.

Perhaps something good could come of the overwhelmingly shitty day.

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