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starlitangels · 1 year

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(Hopefully) An Enormous Amount of Guilt

So... I saw that title and that thumbnail and I knew it wasn’t gonna be angst because it’s Soft Boi Winter but I was vibing with some angst so... here we are. 1.6k words

CW: referenced argument between characters, actual heated verbal argument between characters

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The fervent tattoo of a knock jolted me out of the half-asleep stupor I’d been in, almost bedded down for the night.

Gavin jolted beside me. “Warm aura. Fire Elemental,” he mumbled.

“What’s Damien doing here this late?” I whispered, throwing the covers off and snatching my robe from the hook on the wall.

“I’ll get it,” Gavin said.

“No, no. You go back to sleep. I got this,” I insisted.

Gavin plopped back down onto the bed, apparently needing no more convincing.

I wrapped my bathrobe around me and tied it tight. No need for Damien to see my obvious lack of pajamas. Rubbing my eyes, I slipped out of our room and down the hall to the front door.

A quick glance through the peephole revealed it was, in fact, Damien.

I slid the deadbolt and opened the door. “You usually call first,” I said around a yawn. I jerked my head backward. “Come in.” I opened the door wider and stepped back so Damien could come in. He stepped over the threshold. I shut the door behind him and indicated toward the couch in the living room, yawning again. Damien sat. I went to the kitchen and brought back a glass of water for each of us. “So. What’s wrong?”

“What makes you assume anything’s wrong?” Damien retorted sharply.

I leveled a sharp glare at him through tired eyes. “Damien,” I said. “You turned up here, no warning, at one-AM. You’re the guy who goes to bed at eleven on the dot if you have to get up for school tomorrow. And you do have school tomorrow. So do I. So what’s up?”

Damien sighed through clenched teeth. “Huxley and I got in a fight.”

I froze where I’d been taking a sip of my water. I lowered the glass. “Come again?”

“Hux and I got in a fight.”

I groaned in complaint. “Only you would be able to figure out how to get in a fight with a guy like him,” I muttered. I rubbed my eyes with my free hand and set the glass on the coffee table. “What’d you fight about?”

Damien cleared his throat. “He took care of me on the solstice. I... I don’t need him to take care of me on the solstice. I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself.”

“So you picked a fight with the most patient and caring person on the planet. Gotcha.”

“Freelancer—”

“No, Damien. No protesting. Shut up and listen.” I leaned forward, making sure my robe was still secure. “How long is it going to take to beat into your thick skull that people care about you and want to care for you just because they can, huh? It’s not just Huxley. It’s me, and it’s Gavin, and it’s Lasko. You’re our friend. Hell, you’re our family. We love you.

“Gav and I kept an eye on Lasko during the solstice too. More so Gavin than me. My powers are always all over the place on the solstice so I’m not necessarily the most reliable caretaker. But the point stands.

“Huxley loves you, you moron. And the people who love and care about you want to do what they can to show it. Especially Huxley. Acts of service and quality time are the man’s damn love languages. So pull your head out of your ass and get with the program on that. Because he’s never gonna stop for as long as you’re dating.

“And if you want to drive a wedge between the two of you by picking a fight about it every time, then I’m not going to be your relationship counselor when that all falls apart. Because it will be your own damn fault.

“Trust me, if I wasn’t already dating Gavin in some form at the time, I would have snatched Huxley up in a heartbeat. Do you know how rare hearts like his are? You are so damn lucky that he chose you.”

Damien growled and shoved his hands through his hair. “Look, I know, okay?!” he snapped. The temperature in the room shot up a few degrees. It had been steadily climbing through my lecture but this was a far more noticeable spike. “I know I messed up and I know I’m an idiot and I know it’s my fault. I already feel terrible for hurting him and you are not helping! But what more do you want from me?”

“Me?! I don’t want anything from you. Go apologize to your boyfriend, numbskull!”

“I... I don’t think he’s ready to talk to me.”

I blinked owlishly at Damien. “He... Huxley is your boyfriend! How do I know him better than you do?” I demanded. “He’s probably waiting for you to come home but trying to give you time to blow off some steam. Any second now—” I flicked my wrist. My phone zipped from the bedroom and into my hand. “—he’s probably going to call me and ask if I’ve seen you. Trying to make sure you’re okay.”

As if on cue, my phone started ringing.

Incoming Call... Huxley🍃

I showed Damien my phone screen with an I told you so expression before answering the call. “Hey Hux, what’s up?”

“You sound a lot more awake than I expected,” Huxley remarked. “Have you heard from Damien at all in the past couple minutes?”

I yawned. “Mmhmm. Got quite an earful, actually. He’s right here on my couch.”

“Is... is he okay?”

Huxley absolutely would notice my hesitation before I answered, “In a manner of speaking.”

“W... what’s wrong with him?”

“Hopefully an enormous amount of guilt,” I replied matter-of-factly. Damien scoffed and rolled his eyes. I flipped him off. He returned the gesture. “Wanna talk to him?”

“Yeah. Of course. But... face-to-face. Tell him to come home? Please, Freelancer?”

“You got it, big guy,” I said.

“Thanks.”

“No problem, Hux.”

“I’ll let you go. Bye.”

“See ya this weekend,” I said around another yawn before disconnecting the call.

“What did he say?” Damien asked, sounding eager, reluctant, sad, and hopeful all at once. I snorted. Lovesick puppy if ever I’d seen one.

I cleared my throat and loosened the muscles in my vocal chords to do my best Huxley impression. “‘Tell him to come home, please, Freelancer?’” I quoted, mimicking his inflection pretty accurately too.

Damien sighed. “He really said that? You’re not just pulling strings to get me to apologize?” I narrowed my eyes in a sharp glare. Damien put his hands up. “Okay, okay. I believe you. If you say that’s what Huxley told you, then that’s what he told you. Yeesh, Freelancer.” He gave me a look that was bleeding attitude. “Do I need to apologize to you too?”

“Nah. You and me are good. You know that. Go home to Huxley, moron.”

Damien got up. I did too. I held out my arms. He sighed and gave me a hug. His skin was still hot but it was rapidly cooling. “I am sorry, Freelancer. You’re right about everything,” he said softly.

“Nothing to be sorry for, Damien. I know you. I know how you are. I knew how you’d react before I even started talking. I don’t take it personally. You’re doing better at keeping your temper in check, and I’m proud of you for that. And... well. Better for you to take your frustration out on me than on Huxley.”

“I shouldn’t take it out on either of you.”

“No. But we’re human. We can’t help it when we snap. I pushed so that you’d snap and dump it on me. Same way I did after the Inversion. You needed to release it, and I could take it.” I shrugged. “Now get outta here and go home to Huxley before you embarrass either of us by apologizing for something I invited.”

Damien gave me a look through his black bangs. They were getting long again. “You’re my best friend, you know that, right?”

“Besides Huxley, I hope?”

“Yeah but he’s in a different class of best friend.”

I snorted. “Fair enough.”

“But, seriously, you know that, don’t you? You’re a far better friend than I sometimes deserve.”

“Thanks. Now go home, Damien. Your boyfriend is waiting. And, coincidentally, mine is waiting for me.” I gestured vaguely toward the bedroom.

The temperature in the room spiked again as Damien looked away. “Sorry for taking you away from Gavin.”

I waved dismissively. “We’ll both live. This was important. Even if it did just amount to me telling you to pull your head out of your ass.”

He chuckled and gave me another hug, completely unprompted. “Goodnight, Freelancer. And thanks for setting me straight.”

I thought about making a joke about his word choice but decided against it. “Goodnight, Damien. I’ll see you this weekend too.”

“See you then.”

He ducked out the front door to the apartment. I locked it behind him and went back to bed. Gavin rolled over the second I shed my bathrobe and climbed back under the covers, wrapping his arm around me.

“How much of that did you hear?” I asked.

“Whole thing. But we can talk about it tomorrow.”

“That would be welcome. I just wanna get to sleep.”

“Sounds good.” He kissed the back of my neck and fell back to sleep quickly.

I followed faster than I thought I would.

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Tag list: @thegoldenlittlerose @darlin-collins (this counts as hurt, right?) @zozo-01 (you’re not on my DAMN Fam tag list but I told you about this one so you’re getting tagged whether you like it or not)

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Damien #Redacted Freelancer #Redacted Huxley #Redacted Gavin #Gavin #Huxley #Freelancer #Damien #Redacted Audio

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tarlosbuddie · 4 years

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6-feet-2 Evan Buckley being beaten the hell out of on a couch

#evan buckley #based on Oliver's stark tweet #'gavin was beating the hell out of me on that couch!!!'#911edit #christopher diaz #hen wilson #albert han #thanks anon for fixing my poor english #my stuff

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cubedmango · 2 years

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39 with Klapollo? 👉👈

39. “Please come home, I miss you”

Klavier loves his job—evident by all the songs he's written about it, clearly—but sometimes when the world of law hands him long, winding, unending cases with spotless murder weapons and suspiciously tight-lipped witnesses, he regrets his career choices. Just a little.

It's the second day of what's turned into a full-on three-day trial, and he's exhausted to the bone. After a mostly fruitless time both in the courtroom and at the crime scene, all Klavier wants to do is go back home and pass the hell out. Immediately.

It wasn't like this before, he remembers. There was a time when he could easily stay up for late-night investigations and even sleep on his office couch, if needed. His work ethic was the one thing he could always pride himself on, but these days, it's been replaced by the more urgent necessity to not be a sleep-deprived zombie in court. Or just in general.

Maybe Klavier's already getting old—and Herr Ruffles is getting scarily relatable—or maybe the worrywart waiting for him back home has turned him into a new man, one with a new appreciation for proper rest. And a whole lot of cuddles.

Either way, he's glad to be already on his way to his apartment, when the call comes in from a certain someone. He breaks into a grin.

“Hey,” says his dear Herr Forehead, and just that one greeting seems to heal his headache already. “When are you getting back?”

“In a few minutes,” Klavier tells him, though it's not entirely the truth. He's already at their apartment building, taking the elevator up, but he doesn't have to reveal that. “Why? Did you miss me?”

“You wish,” comes the deadpan response, with the clattering of cutlery. “Just asking so I can heat up your dinner.”

“Aw.” Klavier pouts, without any real disappointment. Dating Apollo Justice comes with the occasional difficulties in expressing affection. He's used to it. “Then maybe I'll spend the night at the office, and come back tomorrow instead.”

His boyfriend gasps. “Klavier Gavin, don't you dare—”

The declaration gets cut off by a sudden muffled sound, and the yelps of Apollo going ouch and fuck and watch it, and then there's a very loud meow, right in his ear.

“Mikeko climbed up my shoulder,” Apollo explains, then says to the cat, “Asshole.”

“Maybe he heard me,” Klavier suggests, “Maybe he has something to say.”

As if on cue, Mikeko meows yet again.

“Translation, please, Herr Forehead,” he requests.

“Please come home. I miss you,” Apollo's saying, and Klavier's heart lodges itself in his throat. Dating Apollo Justice also comes with the occasional attempts at expressing affection. That, he's not as used to. “Who else is gonna get me the luxury food and toys I demand, huh? Not this defense attorney without any cases, for sure.”

Klavier looks at himself in the elevator mirror. The lovesick look on his face could probably keep the media and his fans fuelled for weeks. He doesn't even attempt to school it down.

“I see,” Klavier remarks, carefully even. “At least one of you misses me, then.”

“Yep, just him.” Apollo coughs. “Definitely not anyone else.”

“Then I'll come back home for just him,” Klavier says, “Definitely not anyone else.”

“You do that,” Apollo replies, and when the doorbell rings, pauses for a beat. “Hey, is that you?”

Klavier hangs up.

In a few seconds, Apollo will open the door and probably groan about him being back too early, and the food not being ready yet. After that, he'll probably get shoved into the shower with the firm order to take the most relaxing bath he can, and wear the comfiest clothes he owns. Then he'll probably get treated to a delicious dinner—one Apollo will deny learning the recipe of just for him—and after that will come the long-awaited proper rest. And a whole lot of cuddles.

Yes, Klavier's case probably could've used more of his time and attention today, and staying longer working on it might've helped him crack the little details that continue to be eluding, but there's time for that tomorrow, and he'd rather end his day in boyfriend's warm arms than anywhere else.

Klavier loves his job, sure, but he loves his Apollo just a tad bit more—even if the latter has to endearingly admit to missing him via cat.

#klavier gavin #apollo justice #klapollo #ace attorney #my writing #my answer #ty for the request! had fun w this one lol #i hope this posts properly im on mobile rn hmm

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asset35-maya · 3 years

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MANMADE FATE

PART TWO OF THREE

Read part one here

“Come to bed.”

Gavin hummed an absent-minded response.

“Gav...”

“We’re so damn close. We can’t stop now.”

“You’ve been at it for hours and we have work tomorrow. Come to bed.”

Lips pressed against his neck and arms wrapped around his torso from behind. Gavin finally stopped clattering away at his keyboard and leaned into Connor’s embrace.

They both sighed as their eyes fell upon the android laying on their couch in apparent slumber. They had made heaps of progress in the five weeks since smuggling the RK900 out of the Cyberlife warehouse.

His thirium pump now beat steadily and his LED glowed blue. They’d even managed to activate his synth skin (and dressed him in their own clothes when that presented obvious problems)... but they just couldn’t get him to open his eyes.

It was now a mission of their own. Independent of anything North asked of them, and far exceeding the expectations of her original offhand instruction. It made absolutely no sense, but the couple had developed an attachment, if not an obsession, with the RK900.

They’d even named him.

“He kind of looks like a David.”

“Fuck no. Richard.”

“Allen. Shit that reminds me of Sixty’s boss.”

“Maybe he doesn’t need a human name. RK… Nine…. hmm… Nine sounds nice. Nine, Nine… Nines?”

Connor’s eyes had lit up spectacularly at the suggestion and it so came to be that their silent roommate was called Nines.

Outside of detective work and North’s secret errands, Gavin spent all his time poring through the data stolen from Cyberlife in the hope of finding some clue on activating Nines. He’d fall asleep at his workstation and his boyfriend would carry him to bed… but not join him there.

Instead, Connor would resume his place on the floor beside the couch. He’d take his successor model’s hand and whisper to him, pushing parcel after parcel of code through a one-way interface.

A lesser man might have found it creepy to see Connor frozen on the ground in the early hours of the morning, staring deep into a face identical to his own… but Gavin would merely brush a hand through both Connor and Nines’ hair and sit back down at his computer to generate more code for them to try.

This went on for weeks.

Then came the text messages.

Gavin thought it was advertising spam at first.

[Too much caffeine and not enough melatonin. Try decaf.]

[When was the last time you shaved? I can add razor blades to your shopping cart if you like]

[Your couch is really comfortable but a blanket would be nice]

Then one morning Connor had dashed into the bathroom where Gavin was brushing his teeth. It was technically impossible, but the RK800 looked like he was out of breath.

“Gav, he can talk! He’s talking to me! In my head!”

“Mmffff???”

“I think he’s tried to speak to you too.”

Mouth otherwise occupied, Gavin’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

His phone buzzed from the edge of the bathroom vanity. He snatched it up.

[Good morning, Gavin. Don’t you look fresh! Told you a shave was in order.]

Gavin went white as a ghost. The toothbrush clattered into the sink and his phone slipped from his grasp. It was saved from landing in the toilet by Connor’s deft catch.

"...Nines?”

“Yes! It’s him! Gavin, I’m so happy I could kiss you but I’d rather you rinse your mouth out first.”

“I haven’t stepped into the living room yet. How the phck did he know I shaved?”

“Er... I might have... don’t be mad, don’t be mad! I gave him access to my peripherals. He can see and sense whatever I do. Poor devil, he’s been immobile for so long. I thought it was only fair to give him some stimuli.”

A lesser man might have found objections to that, but all Gavin did was spit in the sink and pull Connor in for a celebratory kiss.

[Spearmint?]

From that point on, there was new zeal behind their efforts. Gavin furiously wracked his brains for any residual knowledge, any subconscious memory that might explain why Cyberlife had placed the RK900 behind such bars.

But nothing came to mind.

Then North had come knocking on their door.

She shoved past Gavin and barged into their living room. Her brown eyes swept over the prone figure on the couch (now swaddled in fluffy blankets) and pierced through the guilty-looking pair.

“How dare you keep this from me?”

“Err...”

“You found what we were looking for all along and now you want to keep the glory all for yourself? I should have known not to trust a human.”

“The hell are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, Reed. This is the Singularity. Cyberlife’s crown jewel.”

“North, I love you, but you sound crazy. He’s just another unlucky experiment and we’re just helping-”

Connor held a hand out.

“What did you say he was?”

“Technological Singularity. I mean, that’s what they used to say about androids in general, Con. Artificial intelligence equivalent or greater to human intellect. But this unit you took from that warehouse... is the holy grail of robotics.”

[Really? I’m more of a digital vegetable at this point than anything else.]

“I went over all our plans again. Every single one of them. My Tracis helped me run through every alternative direction our search could have gone. It all led back to that warehouse! We didn’t end up in the wrong place, guys. We just didn’t know what we were looking for... and it’s that android lying on your overstuffed and ugly couch.”

[Your friend has an excellent sense of humor.]

“North, that makes no sense. He’s not some tech marvel. We can’t even get him awake. There’s too many interlocking protocols preventing-”

Gavin trailed off as realization dawned. He turned to face his boyfriend and found his thoughts mirrored in Connor’s awestruck expression. There was no reason for an ordinary android to have security measures that prevented activation.

They ushered North out of the apartment and began another one of Gavin’s ten-hour coding sprints.

The result was a shockingly simple landing page. An activation code request. Merely six digits of alphanumeric input.

So close… yet so far.

[Go to bed, Gavin. I’ll still be here in the morning.]

Connor pulled the human even closer and clamped his mouth over his throat. Gavin sucked air sharply in through his teeth, tipping his head back to offer more access.

That certainly brought them into the bedroom.

Their clothes landed on the floor in no time and they ended up wound tightly together... breathing and moving against each other in sync... reveling in the intimacy after a long break.

Gavin moaned as a hundred sweet nothings were whispered into the crook of his neck.

“I never thought we would be this close.”

“Mmm…”

“I knew you were kind... but I’d have never dreamed of receiving this love.”

The honeyed voice was laden with emotion that was a shade deeper than expected. Gavin stroked the handsome face and pressed kisses to the perfect cheekbones... closed eyelids... plush lips...

He pulled back to gauge the reaction and the android on top of him sighed blissfully, eyes fluttering open.

Brilliant, sheer, piercing, icy steel blue.

A lesser man might have screamed... jumped out of bed... or maybe just fainted in shock... but Gavin leaned back in... somehow at peace with the fact that the lips on his were Connor’s but there was someone else kissing him...

The rest of their lovemaking was something profound.

The climax was monumental.

Gavin couldn’t prevent the name that escaped his mouth nor the tears that streamed down his face. Connor pulled out with an uncharacteristic roar and fell onto the mattress, LED cycling furiously and chest heaving as his system reset. He blinked several times to restore the chocolate brown irises.

“What the phck did we just do?”

#tw: implied sex #reed1700 #reed900 #convin #rk1700 #rk900 #gavin reed #dbh rk900 #dbh connor #dbh north #dbh fanfic #dbh #dbh writing #my writing #Reed1700 MANMADE FATE

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fandom-necromancer · 3 years

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Finding each other Part 2

This was prompted by the amazing @headfulloffantasy and @downeyjrfreak! Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 | AU: Soulmate AU [Part1]

The drive home had been more than awkward. Gavin, having hastily loaded his job and the rest of the rescued androids on some unfortunate intern, had short of pulled the RK900 out of the precinct and to his car. And while the android sat on the passenger side with barely any movement, Gavin’s heart seemed to beat with the same rhythm as the engine in front of him. Finally home, they exited the car standing next to the open doors and looked at the small suburban house Gavin only managed to get because half of the neighbourhood was almost deserted. A bit self-conscious, he looked over to the android he barely knew, who apparently wanted to scan every little detail, because he was staring.

‘It’s not much’, he stammered almost as an apology. ‘But it’s mine, home.’ He coughed. ‘Well, ours now I guess.’ He kneaded his neck just to give his hands something to do and looked over. He stared directly into the android’s blue eyes. ‘It’s yours?’, he asked so silent it was almost drowned out by the slight breeze. ‘Ours?’ ‘If you want it to be?’, Gavin shrugged, taken off guard by the surprised tone. ‘You can of course also join the other androids at Jericho. If it’s too fast for you or-‘ ‘I want to be where you are.’ ‘Oh’, Gavin swallowed what he had been about to say. ‘Of course. Then let’s head on in.’

They closed the doors of the car and Gavin took the lead to the porch. Gavin unlocked the door and walked inside, waiting for the android to follow that did so tentatively, scanning what little he could see of the hallway. He closed the door behind him and followed Gavin’s movements while he kicked off his shoes and hung up his jacket. His eyes flew over a few pictures hung up next to the coat rack and Gavin stopped to look at them too. ‘Photo’s of my friends, mostly. A few vacations too.’ He tried a small half-smile, but it did little to chase the awkwardness away that lingered between them.

It was his cat that finally interrupted it, running up to them and weaving through Gavin’s legs to see who that newcomer was. ‘You have a cat?’, the android asked with wide eyes, crouching down and holding out his hand. ‘Yes. Do you like cats?’ ‘I don’t know’, the RK900 answered, completely focussed on the small feline walking up to him just to sniff and headbutt his fingers. ‘I think so, though.’ ‘Right, you never saw one before, right?’, Gavin commented, remembering that the android likely hadn’t been outside Cyberlife Tower until the raid. ‘No, this is the first time. It’s soft.’ ‘I’m sorry. It’s hard to imagine you never did… well, anything really. I think we really should talk.’ The android nodded, standing up again and waiting for Gavin to once again lead the way.

He brought him to the small living room and pointed towards the old cosy couch tucked away to one side of the room facing towards a large flatscreen and a coffee-table in between. Multiple old mugs with dark coffee-stains on the bottom piled on it together with takeout containers and a lone candle meant as decoration. ‘I’m sorry for the mess’, Gavin stammered, even if just to break the silence. ‘I didn’t really expect to… well, to meet my soulmate today.’ ‘I feel the same. I was… Well, your name on my wrist used to be the only thing giving me hope. It made me think I just had to somehow get out of there, once I had managed that there would be a person out there for me that would help me. When I was saved and taken out of that lab… I mean, I still had the name, but how should I even find you? I realised I vastly underestimated how hard it would be to find one human among millions. I was scared for a long time, but the moment I realised that I felt lost, too. Hearing the name in the queue, I thought I must have imagined it. But you had my designation and… I’m just relieved. It’s hard to feel anything beyond that.’

Gavin swallowed hard. It sounded like there was a whole lot of things the android wasn’t saying and none of them would be anything pleasant. Still, he couldn’t help but ask: ‘What did they do to you? If you don’t mind telling. You don’t have to!’ The android looked up at him. ‘I was designed as Connor’s successor. A machine to hunt and kill deviants. And I was thoroughly tested to what extend I was capable of doing that. Sometimes I wished I had been a machine, just so I don’t need to know exactly how it feels, just so I wouldn’t have to reflect on what I did and how it must have felt for the deviant I killed. Even if it was just a simulation it felt real. And I wasn’t a machine. I had been infected when a rogue deviant broke into the lab to get my help. He was killed, but I had his code and the next simulation I deviated. Knowing what they would do to me first-hand though, I did my best to hide it. And I was good with that. They just thought my programming was faulty, not that I was a deviant.’ He paused for a while, looking down on Gavin’s name on his wrist. ‘But because of that they changed me. They stripped away parts of me and replaced them with others. Deleted some completely. I remember existing in some form of a blank slate for an hour because they were on lunchbreak. But no matter how much they changed me, the fact that I never lost you…‘ He nervously faced Gavin again. ‘The fact that I never lost your name on my wrist throughout it all gave me hope. That no matter how much they changed me, you were still out there, and I just had to find a way out. That I wasn’t as alone as I thought to be.’

‘Way to set high expectations’, Gavin chuckled humourless. ‘But hell, that really sounds bad. I hope I can help you. Usually I’m not the person people would come to for that.’ ‘I escaped, and I found the person fate decided was perfect for me. I am safe. Most of my life that was my only goal. Right now I think I just need a place to stay and get used to… learn what it means to actually live I guess.’ ‘S-sure, you can stay here for as long as you want’, Gavin offered, unsure what else to say. He had spent so much time worrying whether his soulmate actually existed, that now that he sat right in front of him, he didn’t know what to do. ‘Cyberlife took a hard blow to their image and lost most, if not all of their power. I don’t think you have to worry about them ever again.’ ‘Thank you’, the RK900 whispered, brushing his thumb over his soul mark just like Gavin had done countless times in the past.

‘What about you?’, the android asked then. ‘I doubt not having a name on your wrist had been easy for you.’ Gavin huffed, finally prying the wristband away and showing the black letters and numbers openly. ‘No, it wasn’t. But no comparison to your story either.’ ‘Please, do tell me’, the android insisted. ‘You are my soulmate and I know nothing about you.’ Gavin leaned back and sighed deeply. ‘Hell, where would I even begin? Everyone thought it was a glitch. Everyone thought I would be someone without a soulmate but fate glitched out and I ended up with this keysmash basically. I wanted to believe it wasn’t and there was some reason for these numbers. Was bullied for them in school and was caught between wishing them away just not to be the weirdo and clinging to your name because it meant there was someone out there. Hid it in the end, but that didn’t help making finding friends easier. It only got better when I met Tina during police academy. She has the same kind of mark. She is destined for a ST300. When androids were released to the public, I must admit I started to really hate my mark and androids with it. I thought that it was an insult to be considered such a bad soul only a lifeless android could fit to me. But with deviancy you basically became persons and my view gradually changed.’

‘So you are not ashamed of having a different mark than other humans?’, the RK900 wanted to know. ‘What? No. Never really was to be honest. I was angry. I felt betrayed being told there was someone for me but having to always doubt myself. Living with the possibility it had all been just a glitch, that I would end up with a mindless machine and then after seeing the RK800 be released, having hope again, just to lose it once again after the revolution. But I was never ashamed of it.’ ‘Why did you lose hope to find me after the revolution?’, RK900 asked. ‘Well, there were no new androids being produced. If your line ended at the RK800, then suddenly the glitch possibility was there again. As was the thought that maybe I would have met you if the revolution wasn’t successful.’ ‘But then the name would have vanished, hadn’t it?’ ‘I don’t have the slightest idea how these things work, tin-can’, Gavin sighed. ‘I was desperate for some explanation at the time. Because I was terrified of staying alone all my life. Always told myself there are a lot of people out there happy living their life without any romantic relationship, but somehow that never sat right with me. And with my soulmark evident, hell, who in his sane mind would date me? I wanted you to exist. Wanted nothing more than meeting you one day.’

‘Maybe we do fit together then’, the android concluded with a calm blue spinning LED. ‘Both desperately wanting the other to exist and be there.’ ‘For vastly different reasons maybe but yeah. You’ve been through a lot more shit than I have.’ ‘I wouldn’t say that’, RK900 disagreed. ‘You had to live with it for thirty-six years. I only for about half a year. I can’t imagine how it must have been for you.’ Gavin nodded a bit uncomfortable. In his eyes his struggle wasn’t even remotely similar to the android’s, but comparing suffering was likely a bad idea in the first place. ‘Well, it’s over now’, Gavin concluded, defeated and feeling tired suddenly. ‘It’s over’, the android agreed.

‘What do we do now?’, the human asked after a few moments of silence. ‘Can I hug you again?’, RK900 asked. ‘It felt really good the last time.’ Gavin smirked at that and shrugged. ‘Sure.’ They scooted closer on the couch and the android put his arms around Gavin, who did the same. Leaned against each other like this, holding the other they barely knew and yet felt completely safe with, a comfortable silence settled around them for the first time. Gavin’s cat joined them after a while and Gavin himself gradually lost all of his tension. ‘I waited far too long for this’, he mumbled already sleepy and settled against the android in a more comfortable position. He felt how RK900 in his back looked down on him by the way his chest angled itself against his shoulder. Then he returned to his resting position and a gust of warm, slightly stale air hit the side of his head. ‘Me too.’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #dbh soulmate AU

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idle-writer · 4 years

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His Place

HIS PLACE

fandom: Detroit: Become Human

pairing: Nines (RK900) x Reader

word count: 1.75k

warnings: none

A/N: This is for the lovely anon who asked for more DBH content (I wish I know who you are so I can tag you, hope you like this!) I hope you all enjoy reading :)

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You hear someone calling your name, followed by knocks at your door. Peering through the peephole, you see a delivery guy holding a clipboard, a big human-sized box beside him. You slightly open your door, bolt still on, cautious since your part of the neighborhood isn’t exactly the safest. “How can I help?”

He says your name, and you nod. He points his thumb at the huge box. “Delivery for you.”

“I just need you to sign here and here,” he hands you the clipboard, which you refuse.

“I didn’t order anything.”

“I hauled this big heavy thing four flight of stairs. Just accept the thing so I can leave.” The man taps his foot impatiently at the floor.

Sighing, you take the clipboard from him and sign your name. He gestures for you to open the door so he can wheel the box in and you let him. He asks where he can put it down in which you pointed at a random space at your living room.

After the delivery guy has left, you inspect the box. Nothing seems out of ordinary except for its size. Grabbing a pair of scissors, you decide the box will not open on its own. You carefully drag the sharp edge of the scissors to free the box from it seal. Opening the flaps your eyes widen at what you inside. There inside the box is a man - dark chestnut hair, his chiseled face littered with few freckles, thin lips in pursed in a straight line, his eyes closed. Is he dead?! Panic surges through you, and you do something that people shouldn’t do when they see an assumedly dead body – you poke it. On the cheek. Which is incredibly soft, and cold? You shriek when you see steel grey eyes staring back at you.

“Apologies for startling you. My name is Nines,” his voice is rich and you are immediately drawn to it. “…and I’ll be your android companion.”

You open and close your mouth, gaping like a fish out of water, confused as hell as to what and why is this happening. “Android companion? I didn’t… oh god.”

Quickly pulling up your phonebook you search for his number. Only he can pull this kind of prank. The person on the other line hasn’t even said hello when you starts yelling at him, “I swear to god, Gavin Reed. Did you just send me an android boyfriend?!”

The boisterous laughter on the other line confirms your suspicions. Gavin is a childhood friend. When you were younger, he teased you mercilessly for not having a boyfriend, and you kept telling him it was because you hang around with a jerk like him too much. And when he went to the Academy, you just lost contact with each other. Until the other day, when he walks into the same café you usually get your coffee.

“You look so lonely reading your book with only a cup of latte or whatever,” you swear you can hear the snicker on his voice. “Just try and give it a few months, yeah?”

You sigh and shake your head, knowing there’s no saying no to Gavin Reed. Still as stubborn as ever.

“Fine fine fine,” you glance at the android standing at the middle of your living room, he seems to be inspecting his new environment. “But don’t they require. I don’t know. Maintenance?”

“Don’t worry about it. I have it covered. Plus that’s the latest model of its kind. It uh does it’s own self maintenance. So yeah gotta go. Bye.”

“Wait-“ you have a lot of more questions but before you can ask, he has already dropped the call.

“Is there a problem?”

You jump back, startled by the voice near your ear. It’s not everyday you have a male companion – human or android – in your living space. “No, I just haven’t done this before.”

He nods at your words, “I’d hate to make you uncomfortable in your own place. So let me know if I have to make adjustments to my configuration.”

“No, no. It’s fine. Just be yourself,” you give him a friendly smile, “This is your place now, too.”

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Nines is seating in an almost 90 degree angle on the couch, feet planted to the floor, his eyes are trained forward, his LED spinning yellow. For the one month, you’ve been together, you’ve learned a lot of things about him, and he about you. You begin to notice his small mannerisms like how he subtly tilts his head to the side when he thinks.

He begins to notice the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, or how you gently pats his arm when you laugh at something funny on the television. He also notices that there are days when you’re completely worn out from your job, but you still give him a smile and does your usual chores, ending up with you passing out on your bed.

You flop down beside him on the couch. “Thanks for cleaning up the place by the way.”

“It’s my –“

“Yeah, yeah, it’s your job. Whatever. Still thank you,” leaning your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes. You can’t help but feel how nice it is to go home from work and find someone waiting for you. You are almost on the edge of falling asleep when you feel yourself being shaken awake.

“You have a perfectly fine bed."

“Nah, I’m perfectly fine here,” you bury your face on his shoulder, “This is my place now.”

You wake up the next day, still in the couch, blanket sitting lightly on your shoulders. You don’t know how you got into that position with your knees bent on the couch, head resting on Nine’s lap. There’s a slight soreness in the back of your neck but you don’t mind. All you can feel is the gentle caress of his fingers through your hair.

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You are walking up the stairs to your apartment, silently cursing your building for not fixing the goddamn elevator. Nines is trailing beside you, finding it adorable amusing how you’re stopping every five steps to take a breath, a sound similar to a chuckle coming from him.

You are almost on your floor when something flashes by and bumps in to you. The impact so hard you feel air get knocked out of you. With your balance lost, you stumble backwards. You shut your eyes and brace yourself for the fall that didn’t come.

Nines holds you firm to his chest, “Are you alright?”

When you don’t answer, he turns you around. His eyebrows are knitted as his steel eyes frantically scans your body – neck, shoulder, wrists - for any injuries.

“Nines. I’m okay.”

As if he doesn’t hear you, he drops on his knees and continues fussing over you, his LED spinning in quick red circles.

Using both your hands, you cup his head to make him look at you, “Nines. I’m okay. I’m fine.”

You watch as his LED slows down. Red. Yellow. Never letting go as it reaches Blue.

“You’re okay,” he mumbles more to himself than to you. “You’re okay.”

That night he tucks you to bed. You jokingly asks if he wants to share the bed with you, when he doesn’t respond, you squeeze his hand, bidding him a silent good night. He spends a few minutes standing at a dark corner of your room, watching you sleep.

The next day you wake up, he’s nowhere to be found.

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It has been a week since you last saw Nines. You even contemplated tracking him down, maybe he has a GPS tracker or something, only stopping when you realize how weird that’ll be. He’s not some dog you own you can just track and put missing posters up for. He left for a reason. And the more you think about it, the sadder you get. The couch feels a lot bigger. Your apartment feels a lot emptier. Life feels a lot suckier.

A loud banging on the door followed by yell, “Police open up!”

What if they found Nines and?

You scramble to your feet and open the door. Your vision going red when you see Gavin Reed laughing on the other side. You swing a punch at him, connecting at his jaw. “You jerk!”

“What?” his signature stupid smirk on his face, “I am police.”

“I told you, detective. That was not a good idea.”

The familiar voice freezes you on the spot. Tears starting to sting the back of your eyes. Nine is safe. He’s okay.

“Suddenly, you know her better than me? I know her since – ” Reed jeers. He turns to you , only to see you crying, face hidden in your hands. “ – woah – are you crying? You punched me yet you are the one crying.”

Your sobs becomes louder, barely muffled by your hands. Reed silently pleads for help to the android who is now glowering at the detective. Nines ushers you inside your apartment, and seats you in the couch - the same couch you two spent hours just seating side by side. Nines wraps his arms around you, letting you cry on his chest. The clean crisp smell of his clothes no longer sharing the smell of your own detergent, instead it reminded you of the first time you met him.

He waits for your tears and your shaky sobs to halt, and for your heart to rest in a steady beat. He waits for he knows you waited long enough.

And when you are able to calm down, he holds you hand, rubbing gentle circle with his thumb, gauging your reaction, calming your distress as he explains. He is sent undercover to survey the building. The guy who bumped in to you week ago is actually a wanted criminal, and if ever you see something that night, you’ll be in deep trouble that’s why Nines had to leave and make sure to capture the guy as soon as possible. His words falls in your deaf ears, your mind focusing only on two words.

“An undercover mission, huh? Just a mission. Just doing your job.” You try to act normal but ended up cracking miserably, “Why did you return then…”

Thoughts of him saying his goodbye springs in your mind, just as fresh tears does.

“I have nowhere to return to but here,” he squeezes your hand, “I was told this is my place, too.”

He will never say it out loud, at least not right now. His place is with you.

#dbh rk900 #rk900 x reader #dbh nines x reader #nines x reader #idle-writer #detroit become human #dbh imagine #dbh fanfic

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yourcoffindoor · 3 years

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Bulletproof Heart Pt.4

AN: YAY its finally here! Thank you so much to everyone for reading and for your patience! This is the final part of this series. enjoy <3

"Y/N?" a gentle tap on the wall outside your bunk. It was Liz. "We have an interview with Spin in like 5 minutes."

You groaned and pulled your wrinkled sheet over your face, turning away from the sound of her voice, soft and hesitant as though she were afraid the slightest noise would shatter you further.

"You guys go without me," was your muffled reply, "I've hogged the spotlight enough anyway."

" Are you sure? They'll probably be pissed the lead singer isn't there."

"Then let them be pissed."

Liz lingered in silence for a moment before deciding it was best to leave you be. It had been a couple of weeks since you'd found out about Alex's little foray into filmmaking, and a gush of old trauma had emerged new again. All the work you had put in to rebuild yourself and to forge a new life had all but crumbled away in a matter of minutes, and you isolated yourself in response.

You stopped leaving the bus because of the stares. Once rumors had gotten out that there was video footage of you doing the deed, people seemed to glance over at you before whispering insidious somethings among their companions. You didn't need to hear their conversations to know just how humiliating their words were. Things took a turn for the worse when reporters began to have the audacity to ask you about the video, probing into if you were in a relationship with Alex. It was then that you realized he had sabotaged your moment, your success, and made it all about him.

You began to miss a few shows, something you had never done before. But you just couldn't bring yourself to give a damn. Your bandmates kept their distance, realizing you needed your space; but their concern was permanently painted on their faces.

"Hey Y/N," Gavin spoke hesitantly one afternoon, "You know...Gerard's been asking about you."

The sound of his name made your heart beat quicker. You hadn't made an effort to see him since the video came out. "Oh?"

"Yeah he really wants to see you. He's worried about you...we all are."

"I'm fine." you said curtly. "I mean, tell him not to. I'm fine. I just need to be alone."

"You sure? I think some social interaction might do you some good--"

"Gavin, I want to be alone. Please."

He merely nodded before heading out the bus door, finally giving you what you asked for.

Out of respect for the fans, you managed to pick yourself for performances again, but it felt like you were merely going through the motions, your passion nearly extinguished. You became angry at yourself for feeling this way, like you were giving up on yourself and your goals. Between sadness and guilt, there was no bright side you could look to as an escape.

Then, you ran into Alex.

This was what you had really been dreading. You knew how smug he must be, knowing he must've gotten under your skin, his favorite place to be. You'd snuck out of the bus for some much needed fresh air, but you didn't need to go far before you heard your name being called.

"Y/N! wait up!" a chill shot down your spine. You didn't turn around. Instead, you began walking faster.

"Hey, hey, hold on a second--" He grasped your arm, but you pulled it back so quickly it seemed to surprise him.

"Leave me the fuck alone."

"C'mon don't be mad."

You couldn't help but laugh at the nerve of his comment. "How could I not be? I didn't even know you had filmed me. I didn't get to agree to any of this! And then you decide to make it public? And you," you said, angry tears building up to a waterfall, pushing a fist into his chest, "you are a nightmare that won't go away! Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Alex was calm-- So calm that it only angered you further. "You're thinking about this the wrong way. The publicity could be great--I mean people are already eating it up. They love us together. Honestly? I did us both a favor." He smirked, making your skin crawl. "But there's something else, Y/N. Something you should remember." He leaned forward, speaking into your ear in a low, serpentine voice, "This is what happens when you think you can go off and make something of yourself without me."

You were speechless, your stomach dropping as if it had been kicked. "You're disgusting. I'm leaving."

"Going to see your friend Gerard? Hey, ask him what he thinks of our movie for me. I'm making another one with some My Chem fans anyway." He spoke to you with your back turned, already walking away, but you could hear him smiling.

You halted in your steps, torn between slapping Alex across the face, crying, or simply walking away. After a deep breath and far more self control than you knew you possesed, you chose the latter, swiftly walking back towards your bus to isolate once more.

****

The sun was revolting.

That was the first thought when Gavin flung open the curtain that marked the border of your bunk, your own personal ecosystem that no one had dared enter for the past few weeks. He kneeled on your mattress and reached over you to open the blinds on your wall, and you winced as the sun struck your face like a laser.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N!"

"Gavin, its August."

"Well it might as well be Christmas when you hear what I have to tell you."

You groaned and rubbed your eyes. "What is it? I'm prepared to be underwhelmed."

"I didn't even need to open that window! There's that bright and sunny optimism we've come to know and love."

You hit him with a pillow. "Out with it."

"Alex got--"

"ALEX GOT KICKED OFF WARPED TOUR!" Liz shouted, bursting into your bunk from out of nowhere.

"What the hell Liz! I wanted to tell her!"

"Too slow!"she teased.

Your head was reeling. "Wait, wait, wait....what? How?"

"Don't know all the details but it definitley had to do with his...activities. Turns out he was asking underage fans to flash him and his band to get backstage and shit. Someone snitched I guess, thank god. The whole band's been kicked off and banned from Warped tour.

For the first time in forever, you laughed.

You practically cackled. You laughed so much that it felt like you couldn't stop.

"I think we broke her." Liz muttered to Gavin.

"That's fucking amazing." you said, wiping tears from your eyes.

"It is, and its good to hear you laugh again." Gavin said. "Come out with us later, to celebrate."

"I will sometime, but I'm still not quite ready. People are gonna try to ask me questions, I just know it. I'm still not up for it."

Liz and Gavin nodded. "We'll be here when you are."

***

Later that afternoon a few quick knocks sounded from the bus door. You debated getting up to answer it, but human interaction was the last thing you wanted right now. There were a few more small knocks; and you able to ignore the unwanted visitor until, after a moment of silence, something slid under the door. Once you heard their footsteps disappear into the distance, you peeled yourself from your nest on the couch to investigate.

It was a white envelope with your name scrawled across the front. You hesitated for moment, wondering if another piece of your past was about to jump out and bite you. But after steeling yourself you pressed on, your fingers swiftly retrieving the mysterious contents.

You immediately smiled. It was a card with a drawing of you on the front, in a style that was unmistakably Gerard's. You were on stage wailing into the mic, confidently waving your middle finger. You couldn't help but laugh.

Fuck em all. The world needs you out there. If you're feeling up to it, come to our set tonight.

Hope to see you there.

-G

You closed the card and reveled in the much needed buzz of happiness it gave you. Gerard. You thought he would've have been angry with you since you had all but ghosted him these past few weeks, but that clearly wasn't the case. Your legs wanted to run after him, but you as you were covered in dorito dust and sadness, you decided to stay put. You'd make yourself somewhat presentable and then see their performance tonight.

***

You stood just off stage, just hidden enough in your oversized hoodie to feel comfortable. Right before they began their set, Gerard turned and saw you, eyes widening with a glad surprise as though he hadn't thought you'd actually come. His expression quickly melted into a welcoming smile, and you couldn't help but break out into soft grin of your own.

The band greeted the crowd, already energized and cheering them on. You'd expected them to launch into a song, but instead Gerard began speaking.

"This is a special set tonight guys, because someone very important to me is here. Someone so strong, so kickass that sometimes I wonder if she's even a real fucking human being." He glanced over at you, eyes electric and impassioned, immediately i heat rise to your shrouded cheeks. "Well some asshole tried to hurt her. Tried to make her feel small. But I want her to remember she's too fucking amazing to ever let someone make her feel that way."

You could feel the sting in your eyes as tears began to build.

"And that goes for all of you out there, cause these same assholes have been messing with fans too. So if you ever see shitty ass rock dudes in shitty ass rock bands asking you to show them your tits for backstage passes, I want you to spit right in their fucking faces and yell 'FUCK YOU!”

The crowd went crazy, and you couldn't help but let out a small cheer as well, despite the tears streaming down your face.

"Y/N," Gerard breathed, "This is for you." and with that, the band launched into one of the most passionate sets you'd ever seen. You stayed for it all, loving every moment. As soon as it was finished, Gerard thanked the crowd and made a beeline off stage, directly where you had been stationed all evening.

His eyes were dancing with happiness at the sight of you, pumping with the adrenaline of performing, sweat still dripping from his dark hair. "Hi," he said,pausing for amoment as though he was holding back from so much more, "you came!"

"After the invitation I received? How could I not?"

"So you liked it?"He beamed, his cheeks, pink from exertion, reddened further. "I wanted to do like a mini comic but I ran out of time." As he grinned, fresh crimson gleamed from a small split in his lower lip. What you thought had been makeup turned out to be a genuine injury.

"You're bleeding." you observed softly.

His brows furrowed in confusion, a finger darting to his lip. He dabbed it, smearing blood onto his chin.

"Damn, again? Don't worry, it's nothing."

You didn't hesitate to grab a tissue from your pocket, step forward and gently press it against his cut. He looked down at you with affection, causing you to look away as your heartbeat picked up its pace. Instead you analyzed his face and noticed it was patterned with small bruises.

"Doesn't look like 'nothing' to me. What happened?"

It had been just the two of you speaking intimately just off stage, but crew and media began pouring through and milling about the area. You realized just how close you were standing to Gerard, and pulled your hand back when you noticed people watching. A pew passerbys patted Gerard on the back, offering their compliments of the band's performance. He quickly thanked them, barely turning his attention from you, afraid you might run off. He grabbed your hand, leading you to a quiet area.

"I may have gotten into a fight."

"What!? You don't even leave your bus, how did you get into a fight?"

"I had to. Someone very important to me was being hurt."

You stared at him for a moment, putting the pieces together in your head. Gerard knowing about the video, Alex's sudden departure from the tour...

"Gerard, you didn't."

"I did, and I'd do it again, Y/N. Besides, you can't say he didn't have an ass-kicking coming to him."

You let out a soft laugh, but your vision began to blur as tears welled. A swirl of emotions welled inside of you, tumultuous and much more than you had anticipated feeling tonight. You were touched that Gerard was so concerned about you. Embarrassed that he had to get involved at all. Glad that he did, after all.

At the sight of your tears, he stepped closer. It was him now who tenderly wiped your face, brushing away stray tears with his thumb.

"Jesus, Y/N, I can stand a few punches to the face but I can't stand seeing you cry."

That was all you needed to hear to get oceans pouring from your eyes instead of streams. You embraced Gerard, burying your head into his shoulder. Gerard folded his arms around you in response.

"Y/N I want to tell you...I mean I hope you know...just how important you are to me and how I feel about you. You deserve to be happy."

"You're so nice to me that I almost don't know how to process it." you admitted beneath an awkard, tear-ridden laugh. "Thank you. You need to know you're important to me too. I..I just--" You planted an aggressive kiss on his cheek, unable to express your myriad of emotions in words.

"There, I think that expresses everything."

"Everything?"Gerard asked, brushing a strand oh hair behind your shoulder, "There's a few points I'd like to add."

His hand cupped the side of your face and your lips met, softly at first, a salty mixture of tears and coppery blood. The kiss quickly deepened, caught in your own world, unable to get enough of the taste of each other. That is until Gerard winced and pulled back, blood dripping from his lower lip. His cut had only deepened from your exertions.

"We'll have to postpone this until that's better." you said, handing him another tissue.

"Damn. Kinda regretting that fight now." He laughed.

"Don't regret it. Besides, its not an entirely bad look on you." you teased.

A bashful expression crossed his face as he brushed his hair back from his face.

"I hate to say it but I have a press thing to do in a few minutes with the guys. Meet me in my bus later?" He said, offering another peck on your cheek.

"I'd be crazy not to." you replied, ambushing him with one final hug before he walked off.

You realized something immediately. Despite everything, the heartache, the surprises--you regretted nothing. And as you lifted your fingers to your lips, still buzzing from impact, you knew this had been a tour that changed your life, after all.

Tomorrow, you'd be back onstage, ready to begin again.

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#gerard way fanfic #gerard way imagine #gerard way x reader #my chemical romance fanfiction

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46inpm · 3 years

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MLQC Housemates Christmas Holiday

Victor - Red, Lucien - Purple, Gavin - Blue, Kiro - Orange, Shaw - Green, MC (You) - Pink

CHRISTMAS BABYYYYYY!!!!!

There are two kids that love Christmas and that is MC and Kiro

The moment that Thanksgiving is over almost everyone is beginning to get the Christmas decorations out

Victor’s questioning who bought these silly items

These people live in a mansion so a massive Christmas tree is going to the corner of the livingroom

Not many of them (Gavin, Victor, Lucien, Shaw) had ornaments when they first lived together

As the years go by the tree is decorated with ornaments from around the world and art crafts

At the very top is pictures of friends and family who’ve passed away

You always get the honor of climbing the ladder to put the star on the tree

Victor and Gavin are held back from smacking Shaw for taking a picture of your ass as you do it

“I was really hoping you would wear a dress for this special occasion.”

Lucien and you decorate the inside of the house with boxes of decorations and turn the inside into winter wonderland with a peppermint touch

Gavin and Victor hang up the lights outside since Gavin can fly and he can understand Victor’s directions

When Kiro was paired with Gavin for lights it took almost three days

Shaw and Kiro put up the inflatables and other yard decorations, it’s fun because they can rock out to some music as they do it

There are snowmen, reindeers, Santa making the house so lively

When they go to the store Victor is like a mom telling Kiro they can’t get another inflatable

“This one is Santa on a surfboard! We have to get it!!”

“No, it won’t look good along with the lights and other decorations.”

“But Victoorrr!!”

Even though Victor isn’t the biggest Christmas fan he still cares that the house looks nice better than the neighbors

People from around the neighborhood come to see their decorations

It’s become a bit of a holiday photo shoot

It’s a tradition to buy the chocolate calendars but they have to have different designs or they’ll be a mix up

Victor’s giving Kiro his chocolate like giving a dog a treat

“Stop Victor he’s not a golden retriever.”

MAKING COOKIES

Everyone sits around the table to make cookies

It’s enough to feed a small army

Gavin makes snowman and birds, Lucien does butterflies and some complicated designs, Shaw does lightning and chooses the brightest color sprinkles, Kiro does anything he can think of, Victor makes some actual normal cookies, you attempt to do reindeers and smiley faces

After baking almost everything looked like blowfishes

CHRISTMAS MOVIES FROM HERE ON

Almost everyone can’t deal with the sappy cliches and the poor plot so they go for kids Christmas movies and the classics

It’s going to be a big cuddle fest with the couch and floor covered in blankets and pillows

Victor gives up when MC and Kiro start making a pillow fort with everyone joining in

“This time I get to cuddle close with MC because you guys never give me time!”

Victor’s forcing everyone to shovel the snow and he is literally going to beat their asses when they get distracted so they can build snowman

If Lucien throws a snowball at him all hell will break loose

It ends with everyone having to take a warm bath to not catch a cold

On Christmas Day Kiro is shaking everyone to wake up and go downstairs

The tree has mountains of presents under and the stockings are filled to the brim

Gavin is in charge of putting the wrapping paper in the garbage bag

You make sure that your camera is ready to take a picture of everyone’s smiling faces

You insist of doing photos infront of the tree for at least an hour until everyone starts complaining

Victor got ties, travel equipment, suits, watches, kitchen equipment, and animal plushies

Lucien got books, ties, blankets, art equipment, comfy pajamas, and anything butterfly related

Kiro got sunglasses, brand clothes, travel equipment, gourmet candy, comic books, and quality hero figurines

Gavin got things for Sparky, plants, workout equipment, shoes, sunglasses, and new furniture

Shaw got brand clothes, jewelry, art equipment, phone, camera, and cologne

You got brand clothes, dresses, animal plushies, room decorations, makeup, and a laptop

People with money can really give you awesome presents

A feast with everyone’s friends and family coming together is hectic but no one would trade it for the world

#mlqc #mr love #mr love queens choice #love and producer #mlqc victor #mlqc kiro #mlqc gavin #mlqc lucien #mlqc shaw #mlqc headcanon #mlqc headcanons #housemates au #reverse harem

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imma-fucking-nerd · 4 years

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Canine Conundrum (Part 2)

(Connor x Reader x Nines)

A/N: Ask and yee shall receive! heres part 2! (Electric boogaloo)

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Loud knocks at your door jolted you awake from your slumber. The sudden sound also alerting the two dogs who layed either side of you. It seemed like you must have fallen asleep in the same position on the couch you had been the night before. You glanced from the husky on your right to the shepard on you left in confusion before memories of the previous day came back to you. A grin made its way to your face.

"Morning boys," you said, stifling a yawn.

Another couple of heavy knocks sounded at the door and you pulled yourself from off the couch. As you trudged over to the door your two canine companions followed close behind, eyeing the door cautiously. The sight made you smirk slightly.

Upon opening the door you were faced with none other than Hank.

"Hey Hank, what brings you here? And so early?" you glanced over to your clock on the wall that read 4:36am as you spoke.

"Got a call about a lead that might have info on where their bodies are," he grumbled, motioning to the two who sat by your feet.

"Oh, okay. Let me just go get dressed real quick," you opened your door wider for the older man to step inside however he just gave you a funny look.

"And where the hell do you think you're going?" he asked, really hoping you weren't about to say what he thought you were going to say.

"I'm coming with you," you stated as if it were obvious.

"Like hell you are. You're not even a detective, you aren't trained to be out in the field," he argued.

"I can handle myself thank you very much. Plus I've got you and these guys to protect me," you retorted with a grin, pointing to the basically guard dogs.

"Besides, would you rather go ask Gavin for help instead?" you added, knowing full well that won the argument.

Just as you thought, Hank just sighed and stepped inside your humble abode.

"Fine. But you do exactly as I say and never leave my sight, got it?" he ordered.

"Got it. Thanks dad," you gave him a little wink and shot him with finger guns before hurrying to your room to change.

Although he wouldn't admit it, he kinda did think of you as a daughter/son figure. Hence why he was so reluctant to let you accompany him. He was already worrying about the possibility of Connor being (and even Conan) being stuck as dogs, he didn't want to have to worry about you too. But Hank rarely got his way. Poor man.

A soft whine drew Hank's attention down to Connor, who he guessed disapproved of hom giving into you so easily.

"How about you tell her/him to stay then?" he said with a little smirk, crossing his arms.

Connor gave a short bark to which Hank just rolled his eyes.

"That's what I thought."

After about roughly five minutes you came back out from your room dressed and ready to go. You just needed to throw on a jacket and boots.

"Alright. Let's get going shall we?" you grinned as you opened your door for the three.

Quickly, you locked your door after you all before heading over to Hanks car. Hank was already in the drivers seat and just as you opened the passenger side for yourself, Conan took the opportunity to steal your spot.

"Hey!" you whined with a small pout.

Even in this dog form you could almost see him smirking. You rolled your eyes at him but leaned in to buckle in his seatbelt, because safety is important. An action which earned a weird look from Hank. However you got your revenge by pecking canine Conan's furry cheek before quickly leaning away and closing the door. He just huffed in response.

"Welp, guess were backseat buds," you say looking down to Connor.

You opened the back door, he jumped in first and you followed suit. As Hank started the car you fastened Connor's seatbelt before doing your own. When you looked up to meet his expectant big chocolatey brown eyes you gave a chuckle, bringing up your hand to pat his head. This earned the best smile a dog was able to muster. Oh you were so going to tease him about this later.

"So, where are we going?" you asked, leaning forward to look at Hank.

"Activity was reported at an abandoned house on the more secluded side of town," Hank replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Cool cool cool," you nodded, leaning back into your seat.

The drive didn't take more than a half hour at most and when Hank pulled up to the old run down looking house you immediately got bad vibes. It screamed 'someone definitely got murdered here and their ghost still hangs around'. Before getting out of the car you unbuckled yours and Connor's seatbelts. Then you had to go undo Conan's as well because Hank couldn't be bothered. After the four of you were out you headed towards the building. Once you reached the entrance Hank stopped and turned to you.

"You stick with me and stay quiet, got it?" his tone was serious.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," you waved him off .

Upon entering the house it was seemed as if it had been abandoned for years. The paint was chipping off the walls, the hardwood floors looked like they were rotting, and you could practically see the dust particles in the air. But you knew better than to take its rundown state for face value.

"Alright, you two search the ground floor and me and (Y/n) will search upstairs," Hank spoke up, keeping his voice down.

You watched the two dogs share a look before going their separate ways to search the house. You had to stifle a laugh when you saw them starting to sniff around. It wasn't like they had their cool detective scans anymore so you guessed they had to make due with what they had. It was still adorable though.

Just like Hank said, you followed him up the stairs cautiously. The gravity of the situation finally hitting you that this might have been dangerous. Who knows what kind of weirdo was squaring here. If they were able to fuck with the two most advanced androids around who knows what else they were capable of?

As you followed Hank down a corridor with a couple doors on each side you suddenly stopped when you saw a faint blue glow coming from one of the rooms. Hank didn't seem to notice you stoping and kept on ahead. You opened you mouth to call for him but shut it, deciding it best to just investigate yourself. Sure you weren't a detective per say, and sure you had no training in combat or self defense, but you knew where to land a mean kick and that was good enough for you. So you broke one of Hank's only rules to go investigate on your own.

Slowly walking into the room you felt your heartrate start to pick up. Okay maybe this wasn't the best idea, but you were here now and apparently there was no turning back for you. When you entered the room fully your eyes were immediately draw to a set of monitors on the right wall. You also noticed a slew of wires, and when you followed them with your eyes you lifted your gaze to see none other than the bodies of your best friends/kinda crushes. You grinned at the discovery and felt pride well up inside you. This would show Hank you could totally be a detective if you wanted to.

You opened your mouth to call out to Hank and co when suddenly a hand harshly clamped over your mouth and a cool metal object was pressed into your temple.

"Don't you make a fucking sound," a low voice hissed in your ear.

Well, shit.

Your heart was beating so fast you weren't sure if it was just going to stop right then and there. Slowly you brought your hands up in surrender, not really sure what the hell else you could do. So much for being able to take care of yourself. You could feel tears stinging your eyes as a million thoughts flooded your mind. This was it. This was how you were going to die.

However your existential thoughts were cut short by the sound of Hanks voice coming from the entrance of the room.

"Detroit police, put the gun down asahole," he spoke firmly, his own gun trained on the assailant who had turned you around to face Hank and was now using you as a meat shield.

The man who was holding you hostage pressed the barrel of the gun further into your temple and you couldn't help but let out a whimper.

Hearing the commotion upstairs, Connor and Conan met up with each other in the livingroom. They exchanged a look before racing up the stairs, making their way to Hank's side in less than a minute. As soon as their eyes landed on the sight of the man that put them in the body of a dog, holding a gun to your head, they immediately started growling.

Now that there were three threats, the assailant didn't know who to pint the gun at. He kept shifting it from Hank, to Connor, to Conan, and back onto you.

"S-Stay back!" the man demanded.

You could tell he was scared by the way his voice shook, and the sound of the gun rattling as his hand trembled. However you made no move to get out of his grip because you knew that would lead to you getting shot.

"Put the gun down and let the girl/boy go and maybe you'll live," Hank said, not backing down.

The two dog detectives on either side of him snarled and growled, their stances ready to attack at any moment. It was weird how they managed to go from adorable to terrifying in no time flat. But then again the same could be said in their regular human bodies.

The gun that moved away from your head and pointed in the same pattern as before frantically. However before he had the chance to point it back to you, Conan suddenly took the opportunity to lunge at the attacker. The gun went off and Connor didn't give him the chance to fire again, sinking his teeth into the man's arm making him drop the gun, and you. When you looked over to Conan you immediately saw the blue blood dripping from his shoulder.

You ignored the pained screams of the man, Connor's angry growls as he kept him down, and Hank reading out the bastards rights as he cuffed him. Your attention was solely on your injured android friend who was trapped in the body of an equally android dog. The combination made your heart break twice as much.

"Conan! Hold on okay, I'm going to get you out of there okay?" you spoke, your voice showing obvious panic.

While you had you were on your mission of getting Conan back to his body before it was too late, Hank had taken the assailant who had passed out downstairs to his car. But Connor didn't leave the room. He hated how helpless he felt as all he could really do was watch you struggle.

As carefully as you could you picked up Conan and carried him over to lay him down in front of his regular body. As you laid him down he let out a pained whine and you had to stop yourself from sobbing right then and there. Moving over to the monitor you realized you had no clue what you were looking at. Time was running as you searched through files upon files and you felt like you were about to have a breakdown. If you failed to save Conan after he just tried to save you, you'd never forgive yourself.

When your eyes spotted a file called 'Memory Upload' you clicked it immediately, and when you did a message popped up that read 'Please Connect Device'. You assumed that meant an android, or at least you hoped that's what it meant. So naturally you dropped to your knees to find what wire to plug into the android dog. But once you saw the mess of wires your hope started to dwindle.

"You've got to be shitting me," you muttered to yourself as you started sifting though the wires.

Suddenly you noticed Connor come up to your side and nudged a yellow wire in your direction. You grabbed it immediately, assuming it was the right one, and crawled over to Conan who seemed to be just barely holding on. You gave him a quick reassuring pet through his fur, whilst also trying to simultaneously trying to find a way to plug in the damned wire. It felt like forever before you finally plugged the damned thing in, when reality it was only a couple seconds, and you practically flew up to monitor.

You barely read the words 'CN300 Canine Model Connected' before smashing the 'Transfer Memory' button. Once you saw the 1% you moved back to Conan's side to whisper reassuring words, trusting the upload process wod work quickly.

"Please, please don't die on me," you pleaded, resting your forehead on his side.

When you looked up to his doggy eyes next, they were lifeless. Your eyes widened and you felt like your whole world was coming down on you.

"Conan? No....nonononono," your voice cracked as you spoke and the tears that had threaten to spill the entire time finally spilled.

However what failed to notice in your grief struck state was the big 'Memory Transfer Complete' on one of the monitors. It was only when you heard someone clear their throat you looked to see Conan, staring down at you with his steel grey eyes, that were very much alive.

"Conan?" you said in disbelief, your glossy eyes widening.

"Hello (Y/n)," he replied simply, as if nothing had happened.

You immediately hopped up to your feet, your arms flying up to wrap around his torso in a tight hug. If he was anyone else he would have probably been tackled to the ground by the sheer force. He didn't reciprocate the hug immediately, but eventually he gave in and gave your head a little pat.

"I thought you died you asshole," your words came out muffled as your face was currently buried in his chest, but he heard you clear as day.

"Yes well, it was the only way to ensure you'd never make me go into that body ever again," he said as a smirk tugged at his lips.

"Wait are you serious!? You risked your life just to destroy the dog android?" you pulled away from him and looked up at him in utter disbelief.

"Correct," he said, his smirk widening at your reaction.

"Oh haha very funny," you huffed, punching him in the chest weakly.

"I don't understand why you think I'm joking," he tilted his head slightly, lifting an eyebrow as he feigned confusion.

"Yeah, suuuuuure. It totally wasn't to save my life or anything," you said rolling your eyes, not buying his bs for one second.

"Believe whatever you would like (Y/n)," he shot back.

You were about to reply back when a whine from your right cut you off. Looking down you saw Connor sitting next to you, who must have been waiting patiently for you and Conan to finish your little reunion.

"Oh shit, sorry Connor. Let's get you back to your body now that your asshole brother is fine," you gave him a little apology pet as you spoke.

Conan rolled his eyes at your little insult but didn't take any offense by it. He knew you loved him, and he loved you. Though he'd obviously would rather die than admit it. The stubborn bastard.

Thankfully when you had to redo the steps to transfer Connor's memory back to his body, you could do it calmly not that there wasn't so much pressure. Just as the transfer was almost 100% complete Hank returned to the scene. When he saw that Conan had been restored to his body, and now Connor as well, he looked over to you with a proud smile.

"Glad to see you didn't manage to fuck anything up," he said just as Connor opened his eyes.

"Gee thanks for the vote of confidence," you said sarcastically.

"You did good kid," he said sincerely.

"Thanks dad," you looked over to him with a smile.

"Hello Lieutenant, and (Y/n)," Connor greeted you both.

You looked over to him and offered him a wide grin before walking up to him, engulfing him in a hug. Unlike your hug with Conan, you wrapped your arms around Connor's neck since you could actually reach. Also unlike Conan, he almost immediately wrapped his arms around your waist. This boy always loved your hugs.

"Good to have you back Concon," you said as you pulled away.

"But I didn't go anywhere. I was just a dog," he said in confusion with one of his classic head tilts.

"Yeah I know Con," you chuckled.

God how you missed his adorable cluelessness.

"By the way, you were a very good boy," you added with a sly smirk.

"O-Oh um, thank you," he said with a timid smile, a light tint of blue dusting his cheeks.

You heard Conan scoff from your left and you glanced over to him, your smirk widening.

"Oh Conan, you were a very good boy too. No need to get jealous," you teased.

He rolled his eyes and turned his back to leave the room, however you noticed how his cheeks were turning a lovely shade of baby blue as well.

"Alright you weirdos let's get the fuck outta here," Hank said as he followed Conan out.

You were about to follow the two but stopped when you didn't hear Connor behind you. Looking back at him you saw he was picking up his dog equivalent. When he met your eyes he smiled sheepishly.

"I was wondering if I could keep this, for the future. If you'd ever like a dog. Me specifically," he tried to explain himself.

"Yes. That would be amazing Connor," you grinned.

At least one of them would be willing to explore the world through the eyes of a dog once again. However either way you were never going to let either of the two androids live this down. Ever.

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A/N: As alwayssss I did not mean for this to be this long wooooopss. I kinda have no clue where tf this went and I'm so sorry if its terrible lmaooo. Anyways I hope y'all enjoyed anyways 💙

#dbh #dbh x reader #dbh rk900 #dbh connor #dbh nines #dbh rk800 #detroit #detroid become human #rk900 nines #connor x reader x nines #nines x reader #connor rk800 x reader #connor rk800 #connor x reader

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tomspancakes · 4 years

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This Way: Part 2

Pairing: Tom Holland x Actress! reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: none

Summary: Yours and Tom’s past come in bringing a bit of tension.

Part 1

A/N: AHH I’m so glad people liked part 1! I don’t have a set schedule for posting bc I still have school atm, but I’m gonna try to stay consistent, cause writing this is so fun :))) If you have any suggestions of improvement for my writing or if you’re enjoying this please lmk! If you want to be added to the tag list don’t hesitate to ask! Enjoy Part 2 <3

“Harry, oh my god that was so awkward. I hated that, it will replay in my head for the next week.” You groaned flopping on his bed. “I am a bad bitch I’m fine, I’m fine” you reminded yourself.

He laughed at you and sat next to you, “You are a bad bitch. And yes that was painfully awkward, I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks for pulling me away though. Not gonna lie, I felt like Allana was plotting something in her head when she saw me. Did you get any vibe that she didn’t seem happy?” You asked, nervous.

“Eh wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t happy, she bosses Tom around. She tried to use me as her photographer once, but I was busy and couldn’t, but she somehow made Tom clear my schedule so that I could take pictures of her. I do not trust her in all honesty, so her plotting something wouldn’t be new..” You gasped at the story.

“Dang I will not get in her way then…” Harry laughed and asked, “What do you feel like eating tonight, love?”

“Uhmmm, oh I haven’t had nandos since the last time I was here.” You said and he nodded.

After the Nandos was dropped off at the house you all gathered around the table.

“I think I can make food like Nandos.” Harrison said and everyone started laughing, “Hey I seriously think I can. Just watch.”

“I think you can too, Harrison, I’ll be your sous chef if you want.” He smiled at your encouragement and stuck his tongue out at everyone else and Allana rolled her eyes. Oof. “Tommy, do you have spinach? I have a photoshoot tomorrow because one of the models cancelled. I can’t eat the side dishes. I’ll make myself a salad or something.” Allana said.

Harry scoffed and joked, “We don’t have rabbit food here, love.” Tuwaine and Harrison laughed, but you felt bad they were ganging up on her.

“Hey don’t make fun of her. It’s harder for us girls to stay fit whereas you boys can eat like shit and still be fit.” You said to the boys and Allana looked at you a bit surprised and pleased, “Allana, I think I saw some lettuce in the fridge. I can go grab it for you and a bowl. Gotta start getting used to the things around here anyway.” You smiled at her.

Her expression went back to being unimpressed, “Uhm no thanks. I’ll just go eat at home, I have to leave in a bit anyway.” She said and pushed the utensils away.

“Darling, you need to eat a little something, you haven’t eaten one thing since you’ve gotten here.” Tom said. Your heart clenched a bit when he called her darling.

“Tommy, god, I said I’d eat later. Don’t you ever listen?” She said everyone stared in silence until Harrison broke it, “Someone’s a little hangry…”

“Harrison shut up!” Tom said snapping his head toward Haz.

Allana was turning red, “That’s it! I’m tired of your friends treating me like this. I’m leaving, Tommy, will you come with me?” Tom got up and glared at Harrison as he helped Allana out.

“As if she doesn’t treat us badly.” Tuwaine said, rolling his eyes, Harry and Harrison nodding in response.

“Ok, but I still felt bad for her. That was a little uncalled for guys.” You said continuing to eat.

“Y/n, she literally shot you down when you were trying to be helpful.” Harrison stated.

“Ok true, but I didn’t mind, she seemed to mind when you all ganged up on her.” The boys nodded.

“Not even 3 hours here and you’re already being our mother.” Harry said laughing.

“Oh shut up, you boys love me. I’m just using the bad bitch energy Harry gave me earlier.” You all laughed.

After dinner you and the boys watched funny videos on Harry’s laptop and then headed your separate ways to go to sleep. You did your night routine and pulled on pj shorts and tank top since the boys put the heater on.

You stirred in bed trying to sleep, but the jet lag got the best of you and you decided to put your clothes in the drawers and closet. Before starting to clean you decided to grab a snack and water.

While waiting for the popcorn to finish popping in the microwave you heard the front door unlock and a tired looking Tom walked in.

“Tom? Oh my god why’re you getting home now it’s 2 am, you should’ve stayed with Allana. It’s so late!”

“Oh, y/n? And we were talking then she kicked me out, something about being alone in bed is better for her aura the night before a photoshoot. Why’re you up?” Tom stammered and you scoffed at the story.

“Jet lag. I decided to organize my room, but also wanted a snack.” He nodded sitting in front of you at the counter, “Why don’t you go to sleep now you look like shit.” You joked. He put his hand over his heart pretending to be hurt.

“Tsss ouch, y/n, but I kinda wanted to talk to you. You know, catch up.” He said looking at you with his head resting on his hand now. Your heart sped up and sighed trying to stay calm.

“Alright, what do you wanna know?” You pulled the popcorn out of the microwave and set it between you and Tom. He started eating with you.

“How’re you and Mr. Gavin Leatherwood?” His question surprised you because one; that was a very straightforward question and two; you never confirmed anything/ went public with Gavin except for paps photos of you two holding hands and only Zendaya, your family, and Harry knew and swore not to tell Tom.

“Uhm we mutually broke up two weeks ago...” You said looking up at Tom fiddling with your fingers. Tom’s eyes widened a bit and he tried to hide his joy,

“Oh I’m sorry about that y/n.” he said genuinely, “I always thought there was something off about him.” You rolled your eyes getting annoyed thinking back to the past,

“Tom nothing was wrong with him. Like I said it was a mutual break up. He’s a sweet guy, you just never gave him a chance.” You rolled your eyes. He put his arms up in defense,

“Sorry, love, chill. I was trying to make you feel better by implying you deserved better.” You scoffed knowing he was only being half truthful.

“Mhm sure, we both know that you just hated him.” Tom looked at the bowl of popcorn in defeat.

“Thanks for sticking up for Allana by the way. I know she doesn’t seem like the nicest person at first, but when you get to know her she’s a sweetheart.”

“Oh ya I bet.” You joked.

“What? ‘Not gonna give her a chance’, love?” He mocked your American accent and put air quotes in when he said that. You gave him a displeased look,

“Really, Tom? Really? Are seriously going to say that to me when you never stood up for Gavin and was actually the meanest to him?”

“Oh my god,” he groaned, “it was a joke, love. I see you still get butt hurt easily.” He said putting his head in his hands. That was it,

“Ok good catching up with you Tom. Good night, asshole.” You took the popcorn and water to your room.

Tom sat there with his eyes never leaving your beautiful figure. He groaned, beating himself up mentally for fucking things up and for checking you out.

You woke up around 7 a.m. groaning because jet lag got to you really bad. You changed into leggings and a crop top ready to go on a light jog knowing you wouldn’t go back to sleep.

When you walked down you saw that Tom fell asleep on the couch. Your heart melted at the sight, but you tried to ignore how cute and cuddly he looked. You were about to walk out, but gave in and decided to put a blanket over Tom.

“Oh mornin’ y/n, you’re up early,” You heard Harrison as he walked down in shorts and a tshit-shirt, “Going on a run too?”

“Yup, light one though. I’ve got a lot of work to do today.” You said putting your hair up in a ponytail.

“Sick, I’ll run with you for a bit then.” You smiled and waited outside for him.

When you started running it was a little silent until he spoke, “So did you put that blanket over Tom?”

“Maybe” you chuckled a bit, it was quiet again.

“Fuck it I’m just gonna say it,” you raised your eyebrow at him, “I shouldn’t be saying thihs, but he hasn’t gotten over you. I think Allana is here just to keep him on his toes. And plus he-”

“Sorry, Harrison, can we not talk about this now? I’m still trying to forget about my past with him since I’m living in his house and all.” You said breathing hard.

“You know you don’t have to do that. As his best friend I know he’d hate for you to pretend like nothing ever happened between you two.”

“Alright then, but if something bad happens because of past events I’m blaming you.” You said jokingly and Harrison laughed, “So what are all the things you need to catch me up on, I’ll let you talk now, I already can’t breathe.” Harrison laughed and started updating you on everything.

“Wait are you serious? That sounds terrible.” You said, Harrison was telling you how he face planted when he was trying to impress a girl.

“Oh my god it was so embarrassing, she was so quiet when she helped me up and took her number out of my phone!” You started dying of laughter.

“I’m so sorry that’s so sad. I can’t help, but to laugh though. She’s missing out though you’re a good looking guy.” He turned red with embarrassment.

“Aw thanks y/n. Also I can’t believe you ended up running the whole time with me.” You shrugged like it was nothing, but your legs were actually aching. You two stepped into the house to the smell of bacon.

“Oh hell yeah... wait is that Tom cooking?” Harrison asked, very surprised.

“Yes, I can cook you div.” Tom said.

You noticed he changed into sweats and he was shirtless.

“Bro the last time you cooked was when-”

Tom turned surprised to see you up, you stared at him a bit too long. He cut Haz off before he can spill anymore beans,

“Morning, love, like what you see?” You scoffed,

“Actually no, just waiting for you to burn your nipples or something since your frying bacon without a shirt.” You went to pour a glass of water and as if on cue Tom yelped in pain.

“Fuck, I burned myself.” Tom hissed and you were gonna laugh at him until you saw his side.

“Oh my god Tom! What the hell how’d you manage to burn your side?” You rushed to his side with an ice pack in a dish towel.

“Haha Tom I thought you said you could cook!” Harrison said dying of laughter.

“Harrison can you go get toothpaste?”

“What the fuck toothpaste?” Harrison and Tom asked at the same time.

“Yes, trust me.” With that Harrison scurried off to get toothpaste.

“Told you being shirtless was a bad idea.” You scolded him.

“You liked it though, don’t deny it,” you pressed the ice pack to his side and he winced, “ouch, love, I was joking.” You giggled a bit at his reaction,

“How hard is it to find toothpaste? Harrison where are you?” You yelled. You looked back at Tom, seemed like something was on his mind.

“You uh look good, y/n.” He stammered, your face heating up more and your heartbeat quickening,

“Tom don’t.”

“What I can’t say my friend looks good? You told Harrison he’s good looking.” You raised your brow. Was he jealous? How the hell did he hear that from inside?

“You’re something else, Holland. Plus you have a girlfriend, don’t think she’d like to hear you say that. Especially when I’m your ex.” For some reason it pained both of you when you said that.

You sat across from him still waiting for Harrison. Tom nudged your foot with his and said, “Y/n, I wanted to say I was sorry about last night. I was tired and being a complete div.”

You looked up at him, “It’s alright, sorry for overreacting and walking out.”

“No no you had every right to.” He sighed and was about to continue, but Haz ran in,

“I got the toothpaste!” Harrison said breathless.

“Why the hell did you take so long?” You asked as Harrison handed you the tube and winked at Tom, he rolled his eyes then face palmed.

“Oh my god, Harrison.” Tom groaned. You caught on real quick, Harrison was giving you two alone time.

“You’re not slick at all Osterfield, you literally suck.” You said as he laughed.

You removed the ice pack from Tom’s side, “Alright, Tom, this is gonna sting a bit.” You warned and spread the paste on his burn he groaned in pain.

“Whoa, Harry cover your innocent eyes!” Tuwaine exclaimed covering his face when he and Harry walked in.

“Really guys having sex in the kitchen?” Harry said.

“Oh shut up you dickheads. I burnt myself and y/n is helping me out.” Tom said, still moaning.

“Tom you’re such a baby. Harry we’re no longer best friends anymore.” You stated. Harry laughed as you rolled your eyes.

“Harrison here to save the day with better bacon than Tom’s bacon!” Harrison sang. Tom slapped Harrison’s leg. You laughed excited for how the next few months would turn out because of how eventful this morning already was.

After a very crazy morning and a facetime meeting with your manager you had to go to the table read for the movie you were shooting. Your phone began to ring, it was Harry.

“Hello?”

“Hey, y/n, I’m really sorry Sam and I are still filming right now. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to pick you up in time to drop you off at your table read. Can you have one of the boys at home take you?” You began to stress a bit, but you knew that Harry was working on something really important to him.

“Yes of course. Let me know how filming goes later!”

“Thanks so much for understanding. I’ll tell you everything when I pick you up for dinner with my family! Bye, love.” You said goodbye and hung up, also completely forgetting about dinner with the Hollands tonight.

You walked to Harrison’s room and asked, “Hey are you gonna be busy in like the next hour or so?”

“Sorry, y/n, I’m about to meet up with some friends for lunch. What’d you need?” He asked frantically pacing looking for something.

“Oh, Harry can’t take me to my tableread anymore, I need a ride.”

“Hmm, oh found it!” Harrison pulled out a watch from his drawer, “Well Tuwaine is leaving with me, so I’m afraid your only options are Tom or the tube.”

“Really Harrison?” you groaned and he put his hands up in defense, “Ok have fun at lunch.”

You walked over to Tom’s room to see it empty, “He’s outside!” Tuwaine yelled from across Tom’s room. You thanked him and rushed outside to see Tom still shirtless. He was doing push-ups and the toothpaste looked glittery on his right side in the sunlight. His triceps and biceps enlarged every time he pushed his body up.

“You just can’t keep your eyes off me can you, y/n?” He said grunting while finishing his last few reps. You were at a loss for words because he did look really hot at the moment. You blushed and fumbled with your words,

“Oh uh sorry,” He turned and smirked at you, “I need another favor, Harry can’t take me to the tableread and Harrison and Tuwaine are going out for lunch.” He began walking closer to you making your heart skip a beat. What the hell was he doing? “I uh would take myself, but I’ve never driven here before and-” He was inches away from you he reached out and grabbed your shoulder chuckling,

“Alright alright, shut up I’ll take you.” You stared into each other's eyes not breaking eye contact and he reached over to slide the door open wider and he walked past you. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and rolled your eyes, you can’t let him get to you, he has a girlfriend! “We need to go in 45 minutes, thanks, Tom!” you yelled and he held a thumbs up.

“Z, I swear I cannot live in this house. Tom is acting like he’s some fuck boy and I swear he really is trying to pull something and he has a girlfriend! Did you know that?” You were rambling

“Uhmmm maybe…” She said awkwardly.

“Z! What the hell? Both you and Harry didn’t tell me.”

“What? Didn't think you’d care, cause you’re a ‘badddd bitchhh’.” You laughed at her mocking you.

“Fine, you and Harry said the exact same thing, weird… anyways what the hell do I do?” You said with your phone between your shoulder and your ear as you looked through your closet for something decent to wear at the Holland house.

“Well, I think you should just focus on what you're doing right now and focus on your growth. Sis, you just broke up with someone, be free for now. It’s time to focus on you and your work.” Zendaya was right, you needed some time to self evaluate and grow, “But also maybe look super hot tonight at the dinner, you know, take his breath away.” She started laughing.

“Z, no! You just said not to worry about boys and he has a girlfriend…”

“But…” she said, waiting for you to carry on.

“But… ok I’ll dress cute, it’s always fun doing that.” You both laughed and she told you what to wear.

“Ok I’m gonna get ready for the tableread, I’ll text you. Love ya!” You said and she said it back and you guys hung up.

“Y/n can we actually leave in 5 minutes? I want to grab lunch, my treat!” Tom said from down the hall.

“Yeah sure.” You grabbed your purse and a bag with extra clothes. You walked out and ran into Tom with a thump he held your shoulders keeping you steady.

“Oops sorry, love. Was just going to tell you to not forget there’s dinner with my family tonight.”

“Yep, got the extra clothes in here.” You said holding up the bag to show him, he smiled and took his hands off your shoulders to take the bag from you and put it over his shoulder, “I could’ve carried it but thanks, bud.” You patted his shoulder and walked off. Tom’s heart dropped when you called him, “bud.”

Tom pulled up to a small cafe that seemed oddly familiar. As soon as he opened the door for you you remembered.

Tom brought back a tray with two burgers, fries, and waters.

“This place has the best burgers in town. Closest thing we have to in-n-out burgers.” he said handing you the second tray. You told Tom you were starting to feel homesick and said he might know how to cheer you up. You smiled taking a huge bite into the burger, Tom looked at you waiting for your reaction,

“Oh my god. Absolutely amazing!” Your eyes lit up and Tom’s heart jolted at the joy on your face. He continued to watch you eat the burger that was somewhat making you less homesick, “Hey, Holland, it’s rude to stare. Eat your burger before I eat it.” You joked and he laughed while taking a bite. His heart began to race as he debated whether or not he should tell you how he feels, then he thought ‘fuck it’.

“Y/n, darling?” You hummed in response.

Here goes nothing, “I like you, y/n. I have for a while now.”

Your thoughts went back to what Zendaya was saying, “don’t worry about boys right now.” You took a deep breath and moved up in the line with Tom. “Tom is that you?” Someone asked from behind the counter.

“Oh, Ms. Sheila! It’s lovely seeing you again.” He said warmly and she came over to give him a hug.

“It’s been so long, and I see you’ve brought this lovely girl back. Is she your girlfriend now?” You widen your eyes and blush.

“Oh my uh no no. We’re just friends, Ms. Sheila.”

“Isn’t this the girl you confessed your feelings to, dear? Then you never came back after that, well only once and that was still ages ago.”

“Oh, that was a while ago Ms. Sheila. Tom and I are just friends now.” You said before Tom.

“Oh well that’s a shame you two would make a lovely couple. Anywho what can I get for you two today?” She asked as you followed her to her side of the counter.

“Two of the usuals please.” Tom asked. She nodded and brought the order out within 5 minutes.

“Now, Tom, I hope you come back more often. Your brothers still come in every now and then.” Tom smiled and promised Ms. Sheila that he’d come back more.

“How’d she know what your usual is if you haven’t been here in so long?” You asked as you both walked to a booth.

“I’d come here to get breakfast with my family on Saturdays and would usually hang out here with my mates after school. This place is really special to me, I’ve made a lot of memories here.” He said picking at his fries, only making it more obvious what memory he was thinking about. You two ate in silence for a while not knowing what to say because of what went down the last time you were both here.

“Alright, ready to go to set, love?” He asked, you nodded as you finished your last bit of the burger and he ate the last of your fries. You and Tom said goodbye to Ms. Sheila and said you’d come back again soon.

“Thanks, Tom, I owe you big time.” You said looking at him with a smile.

“No problem, but what for?” He asked, glancing at you then back at the road.

“For the meal, taking me to set, and letting me stay at your lovely house.”

“Oh it’s no big deal. You helped me heal my burn,” he paused and cleared his throat, “Uhm b-besides, Harry literally begged me to let you stay, and I’ll be gone next week to film Uncharted. So I’ll uh be out of your hair” He joked and your heart dropped. Harry told you Tom is the one that suggested you stay at their house. Now you sat there confused about who to believe. Regardless you were definitely going to have a chat with Harry about all of this.

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Sunshine After Rain-- Connor (RK800) x Reader (Part 5)

Summary; After the death of your little brother, Cole, your dad hated androids. He blamed them for Cole's death. Hank couldn't stand to be around them. How the hell are you supposed to tell him that your soulmate is an android?

Warnings; swearing

Word Count; 2.3k

Notes; A big thanks to everyone who has stuck around and read this fic!! It was my very first reader insert, so it isn’t the best... but I still love going back to it and seeing how far I’ve come since. I’m glad that I was able to re-upload it to this blog, all these years later :)

Connor squinted up at the gray sky as snow slowly fluttered down. He glanced around his surroundings. The small pond had frozen over, and almost all the trees were barren. He walked along before him until he came across an open area. "You've been avoiding me, Connor," Amanda hummed. Her eyes were as cold as the snow beneath their feet. "And at a time like this? We are on the verge of a civil war. The machines are starting to rise up against their masters. Humans will have no choice but to destroy them." Connor explained that he thought Kamski might have the answered they needed but was wrong. He avoided her gaze, like a child being reprimanded by their mother. He then started asking her questions. She avoided all of them. His voice began to rise alongside his frustration. "I expect you to find answers, not ask questions. You're the only one that can prevent this war from coming. This is your last chance, Connor. Don't forget what you are and let meaningless people prevent you from completing your mission."

You bobbed your head to the beat of the music. The headphones covering your ears silenced the world around you. Bending over, you shoved a handful of files into a drawer. When you sat up, you saw Connor standing in front of you. You paused the music before pulling the headphones off. "Hey, Con. What's up?" He glanced around as if he were making sure no one was listening. He sat on your desk and leaned forward.

"I need your help."

"On a scale of slipping laxatives into Gavin's coffee to committing treason, how big of scheme do you have going?" You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms. A small smirk twisted the corner of your lips. Connor raised a brow at you.

"I need you to distract Perkins while I sneak into the evidence room." You hummed, intrigued by his request.

"Alright... I'm just gonna not ask any questions in case things go south and I get interrogated." You pushed yourself away from your desk, imagination running wildly.

You slinked off into the kennel as Connor made his way to the other side of the room, waiting for your distraction to come. A tennis ball bounced its way through the bullpen. A few people raised a brow at it but overall did nothing. Connor frowned, was that your idea of a distraction? Without warning, a group of younger dogs barreled into the room. They were all barking and fighting over the ball. You poked your head around the doorway, tossing another ball in Perkins's direction. The dogs thundered toward him. He shouted and tried to brush them away. Several officers circled the dogs in an attempt to grab them, but the pups evaded their capture. You noticed Connor slip into the evidence room and put your fingers to your mouth. A sharp whistle echoed through the precinct. The dogs looked in your direction. "Attention!" you called out, marching to the group. The group younger dogs sat, looking prim and proper. You picked up the tennis balls and turned to Perkins. "Sorry about that. Playtime can get out of hand," you said with a shrug. He grumbled something about keeping the dogs under control.

"Don't let it happen again." You mockingly saluted him.

"Sir, yes, sir!" You turned your back to the man as he put his phone to his ear again.

You herded the dogs back into the kennel before separating them into their pens, making sure each one was secured. You quickly walked out, hoping that you were able to give Connor enough time. As soon as your marched out of the door, you collided into someone. “Shit. Sorry, I— Connor! Did everything work out?” He nodded, glancing over his shoulder.

“We need to leave. I need your help with something else.” You raised a brow at him, not moving. He sighed.

“I need new clothes. I discovered where Jericho is, but I need to get out of my uniform in order to blend in with the deviants.”

“Okay.” You glanced at your watch. “Dad is probably at Chicken Feed right now. We can go borrow some of his clothes, I’m sure he won’t mind. I mean, he pretty much wears the same two outfits over and over again.”

The two of you slipped out of the precinct before anyone could ask where you were off to. When you arrived at Hank’s house, you quickly raided his closet. Pulling out anything you thought might possibly work for the situation, you tossed piles of clothes onto the nearby bed. “If you find anything you like, just try it on” You threw a shirt over your shoulder. “Anything of his is probably going to be pretty big on you, but it should be good enough for tonight.” You turned and gave him a smile.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

You chilled on the couch while he changed. Several minutes passed by before you heard the door creak open. Connor sheepishly walked around the corner, tugging on the clothing that hung loosely around his body. He almost looked embarrassed by his appearance. “Now you’re lookin’ like a deviant,” you joked.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, totally! Just need a finishing touch…” you trailed off, looking around you. A smile crossed your face as you spotted it. A gray toboggan with a little puff on top sat on one of Hank’s bookshelves. You accidentally left it and had been meaning to pick it up, but this seemed like a better opportunity. You snatched it up and secured it over Connor’s head. “There! Perfect,” you said with a laugh. You tugged Connor into the bathroom where he could get a look at himself. When he saw his reflection, he grinned. You put a hand around his arm. “Connor, I don’t know what’s going to happen when you get to Jericho, but I just…” you sighed, “I just hope you do what’s right. Who knows? Maybe androids deserve a chance to be free.” You carefully watched Connor’s expression, staring into his brown eyes. He looked sympathetic for a second, but it was washed away by determination.

“I know what I’m doing, (y/n).” You nodded, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

“Stop by my apartment when you’re done, okay? Just so I know you didn’t get destroyed or anything,” you said in a joking tone while being completely serious. Connor nodded, his grin returning.

“I will be fine, (y/n). There’s no need to worry about me. I can always be repaired.” You rolled your eyes. You patted his shoulder.

“I know that. Now, go get ‘em, tiger.” You pecked his cheek. His eyes widened for a moment, and he almost looked like he was short-circuiting. Connor quickly turned on his heel, but you noticed the deepening red tinting his cheeks as he left.

It was nearing midnight. You were on your fifth cup of coffee. You were fighting back sleep with a broom, wanting to stay awake for Connor. You were curled up on your couch and having a Disney movie marathon. You figured that singing along to the songs would help keep you alert. It worked... for the most part. Your eyelids drooped as your head slumped over. Suddenly, someone knocked on your door. You jumped to your feet and answered it as fast as your tired body would allow. You perked up the moment you saw the RK800 standing on your doorstep. "Connor! Did everything go okay?" His eyes were wide and frantic.

"We don't have much time. They're going after anyone they believe I have emotional attachments to. I need to get you somewhere safe," he quickly explained. You nodded, slipping on a nearby pair of sneakers and a jacket. You locked your apartment door behind yourself as you followed Connor out. The two of you quickly jogged out of the apartment complex.

As the building started to fade into the background, you felt a hand wrap around your arm. You furrowed your brows. The world around you stayed in its usual gray hues. A terrible realization sank to the bottom of your gut. This wasn't Connor-- not your Connor. You stopped in your tracks and tried to wrench yourself out of his grip, but the android was stronger than you. "Let go of me, jackass!" You swung your fist at its face. The imposter caught it easily. With a swift movement of its leg, it knocked you to the ground. You wheezed, trying to regain the breath that had just been knocked out of you. The android kneeled beside you, holding you to the ground. Its eyes narrowed. It leaned close to your face.

"I'm not sure how you figured out I'm not the deviant RK800, but no matter. You're sleep deprived, causing your moves to be sluggish and highly predictable."

"Predict this, motherfucker." You jerked your head forward, headbutting the android. Alas, androids do not feel pain the way humans do, so it just blinked down at you.

"I recommend you do not continue to resist. I will not hesitate to harm you in order to complete my mission." The android stood, hauling you up to your feet. You thrashed around, hoping that something you did would at least loosen the thing's grip so you could get away. The RK800 had enough of you. Without warning, a fist cracked down upon your face. You yelped in pain as your head recoiled. Blood slowly trickled from your nose. When you looked back at the android, it held a gun to your forehead. "As I said, do not resist," it growled.

The android shoved you forward. You stumbled but managed to find your footing before you could fall. You glared daggers at it. "(y/n)?" You turned to see Connor, the real one, standing with his arm outstretched to an android on standby. Worry filled his features. The imposter held its gun to your head. It taunted Connor, telling him that its time for him to decide who he is and what matters most. He was clearly overwhelmed, eyes flickering between you and the imposter.

"Connor, look at me." His eyes landed on you once more. "You don't have to worry about me. Just do what needs to be done. It'll be okay." Connor turned his focus to the other RK800. He tried to explain to it that there was more than just the mission, but the android just wasn't giving in. It pressed the gun closer to your temple, causing you to flinch. You were beyond terrified. You didn't want to die, but you also didn't want to jeopardize everything the deviants had worked towards. You closed your eyes to keep the tears that were threatening to form at bay.

"If I surrender, how do I know you won't kill them?"

"I'll only do what is strictly necessary to accomplish my mission. It's up to you whether or not it includes killing this human." A second passed where no one dared to move. "Enough talk!" the android suddenly shouted, "It's time to decide who you really are. Are you going to sacrifice your so-called soulmate's life, or are you going to sacrifice them?" Connor didn't even hesitate with his choice.

"Alright, alright!" He held his hands up in surrender, backing away from the android on standby. "You win."

You opened your eyes. Why was he giving up so easily? Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a swish of movement. The RK800 had moved the gun away from your head. You took your chance and leapt at it, trying to wrangle to weapon from its hand. The android shoved you to the ground, and Connor barreled into it. The two faced each other off. Two equally powerful androids, each blocking the other's advances. You watched the two struggle for a moment, mind racing wildly in an attempt to formulate a plausible plan of attack. You noticed neither of them was holding a weapon and immediately began searching for the gun. As soon as you spotted it, you dove for it and hopped to your feet.

"Enough!" you shouted, aiming the gun in their direction. The two androids looked at you and slowly stood. You chewed on your lip. They looked exactly alike.

"Good job, (y/n), I don't know how I'd have managed without you. Get rid of him, we have no--" You pulled the trigger. The bullet ripped through the android's forehead. It fell flat on its back. Connor gaped at you.

"How did you know that was the fake?" You wiped away the blood that had gathered around your top lip with the back of your hand, grimacing at the sight of it. You tucked the gun into the waistband of your sweatpants.

"That son of a bitch talks a lot more than you usually do." Connor quickly swept you into his arms. He placed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). I shouldn't have let you get wrapped up in this mess." You cupped his face with your hands.

"Hey, don't sweat it. I mean, the worst that happened to me was getting punched in the face, but I'm okay. We're both okay." He opened his eyes and stared into yours. Connor slowly leaned forward, pressing his lips against your own. The kiss wasn't hungry or overly passionate. It was gentle and sweet, almost innocent. When the two of you parted, a smile crossed both of your faces. "I guess this means you're a deviant now, huh?"

"Yes, I suppose so."

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Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice CH4 PT5

Warnings: More Angst with Vickiboi, some aggravated swears, blood, plot thick enough to make Niki Manaj jealous, sass from Ike, and the all important cliFFHANGER!! :D

(Chapter Four (Victor and Gavin) Prologue, and part one, two, three, and four can be found here!)

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Chapter four:

Part five:

I backed away from the box slowly, mind racing. Of course the unmarked box was from the man who wants to kill me! Who else would it be from?! Even Sam marks his boxes with cute pictures! That man also knew where I lived! I’ve seen the pictures that he played out in the warehouse! But…

I whipped my head around to face my windows. How could he have known which door was mine?! Those pictures were taken outside of my apartment... unless… he had already been here before.

“Ike.”

I kept my focus on the windows, avoiding Victor’s call as my mind raced to places out of my control. “Is everything ok?” Victor continued to ask, despite my continued silence. I couldn’t muster the energy to put on a face for him. My mind only filled with thoughts of catastrophe. What if he was listening?! What if he had the place rigged with mics or cameras while I was away?! What if he had gotten in?!...

What if he was still here?

“Victor, get out.” I finally found my voice. It’s hoarseness barely made it audible but I didn’t have the time to correct myself.

“What?” Victor’s voice dropped an octave as he spoke seriously, “Why? What is it?”

“N-nothing.” My lies were far from convincing as my lips trembled slightly in fear, “I-I just… Don’t feel good and need to lie down. I don’t need you here for-” I felt a hand on my arm. I jumped back and grabbed it quickly. Victor grunted and folded into my grip.

“Ike.” Victor growled, taking his other hand and squeezing mine, “Not so hard!” I quickly let go of him.

“I’m sorry!” I quickly said, reaching out to him again, “I didn’t- You were-... I-”

“It’s fine.” Victor put his hands on mine, closing them into his palms, “I’m ok. Just... tell me what’s going on.” My beating heart pushed uncomfortably against my chest. I tightened my balled fists in Victor’s hands and looked worryingly around the room. I had to get Victor out of there. He could still be there.

“Ike.” Victor reached out and grabbed my upper arms, holding me strongly and securely, “Breathe.” I shook my head and looked up at him. Contrary to the look of confusion and worry in his eyes, Victor’s expression was firm, and steady. I felt the warmth from his hands push through my shirt. Slowly, my breathing became more and more controllable. Thoughts of logic and calmness slowly started drifting through the chaos I had previously filling my head. Of course he isn’t still here. I am on the third floor. Even if he had planned to corner me on my own, I was nearly healed and could have taken him on. Besides, why place a package at my door when he was already inside? He obviously sent the package to throw me for a loop. He didn’t even have a camera in the box to film my reaction. So he didn’t care how I reacte-… Unless…

He had other means of recording me in my apartment.

I looked around the room again. This time looking for objects that seemed out of place. Victor’s grim loosened on my arms. “Feeling better?” He asked, trying to meet my eyes.

“...Yeah.” My voice trailed slightly as I only half paid attention to what he was saying.

“Can you think rationally now?”

“Yeah.”

“Great... Do you still want me to leave?”

“Yup.” I finally looked back to Victor. I grabbed his arm and started dragging him to the door.

“What?” Victor scoffed, “Why?”

“I’ve got some redecorating to do.” I reached for the door knob but was pulled away from it as Victor wrenched his arm from me, throwing me back slightly. I looked up at him, meeting his serious eyes.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Victor’s composure was gradually being replaced with impatience as he glared at me.

“It means I what I want it to mean.” I reached for Victor again. He promptly dodged me.

“Would you quit being so cryptic? You’ll waste less time by just telling me what’s going on!”

“Why do you care!?” I snapped, my eyebrows falling into a glare, “This is my apartment, my rules. If I want you out, you get out.”

“Not until you tell me what made you panic so much.”

“Victor-”

“Ike,” Victor’s voice boomed over mine as he took an assertive step closer to me, “Whatever secret you’re hiding is not worth your life! I am trying to help you! Can’t you see that?!”

“I don’t need-” I begun, but Victor silenced me with another step closer to me.

“I can’t sit idly by as you destroy yourself over this. It doesn’t matter what it is, you need to tell me what’s going on.”

“No I don’t.” I took my own step forward, prodding Victor with an aggressive finger, “You don’t know what you are getting into by asking me this. This isn’t some lame date, Victor. This is serious.”

“Serious how?” Victor pried.

“Serious-ly not your problem.” I snapped, feeling a familiar burn welling in my chest.

“It shouldn’t be yours to bare on your own.”

“Victor, there is a reason why it has to be that way!”

“What is it, Ike?! What on earth could make you keep this to your-”

“I’m being targeted, Victor!”

Unable to take it any longer, the words I worked so hard to keep to myself came spilling out of my mouth before I could stop them. Water quickly flooded my eyes. I snapped them shut and threw my head to the ground. I squeezed my hands together in a tight fist, trying to calm my anxious heart.

“What?!” Victor breathily asked. I shook my head and held a shaky hand up to my face. “Ike, what-”

I cut Victor off by grabbing his shirt. With the strength of my evol, I dragged him to the door, opened it, and threw him out. Victor fell backwards and banged his head directly on Gavin’s door. He winced and reached quickly to hold the back of his head. I cringed but had no time for apologies. I picked up his shoes and tossed them on to his lap. “I’ll see you on Monday.” I deadpanned as I grabbed the door.

“Wait-” Victor reached out to stop me but I had already thrown the door shut.

Once I had shut Victor out, I ran right to the windows and closed the blinds. Then I got to work. Soon the sounds of the glass shattering, wood splintering, and the pounding of an obsessive knocker became something of a distant memory as I threw all of my concentration into finding something. Anything. I turned my apartment inside out and found… nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

I slid down the wall of my apartment. With my eyes half lidded, I looked around at the mess I had created. The apartment that I tried so hard to keep homely was in complete disarray. Broken glass, fluff, fabric, and flipped furniture littered the apartment, leaving nearly no sign of the hardwood floor under it.

I sighed heavily and covered my face with my hands. I couldn’t tell if I was relieved or angry that I hadn’t found anything. That man made me go crazy. Crazy enough to second guess the safety of my own home.

The sound of a liquid dripping onto hardwood permeated my hearing. I looked down next to me. Blood soaked through my shirt and had begun spilling onto the floor, drenching one of the only places my floor shone through. I groaned. I’d likely reopened my wound with the excessive force that I had used and would have to start back to square one with it. I sighed and pulled off my shirt. There goes my security deposit. Blood is a bitch to get out of hardwood. I gathered my shirt up and wrapped it around my wound. I leaned back against the wall and stared blankly ahead, prepared to stay like that until I thought of a new plan or bled to death trying.

Something shone from the corner of the room. I lazily looked over to it. The glimmer came from something green under my couch. Curious, I stood up and walked over to it. Lifting the couch with one hand, I looked down at the object.

It was the mask.

A large crack ran down the upper left part of it but the mask, stopping at the scarab in the middle of it’s forehead. The scarab itself looked unscathed, shining the same way it always had.

I threw the couch aside and carefully picked up the mask, staring at it intently. I had felt so many emotions while I was tearing everything apart. Anger, anxiety, pain, regret, but, in that moment, I felt practically nothing. All I could do was recall all the events that led up to that moment. From the hitman, to the warehouse, to my company… it all started with this mask. This one mask threw everything I thought I knew out the window…

...and now, I have that mask in my hand.

I shifted the mask in my hands examining it closely. He had given me the thing that had brought everything together. Whether he did it on purpose or not, I had something that connected to the case. Something I can examine.

The man targeting me had given me evidence.

I brought the mask closer to my face, inspecting every detail of it. The mask itself was incredibly undetailed. With a velvet finish, it mainly looked like a background to the main attraction, the green scarab in the middle of the forehead. It didn’t look like cheap plastic nor did it look expensive. It looked like a type of hard, scratch proof glass. Glass that shimmered brighter than any diamond I had ever seen.

I hummed to myself in thought. The scarab had to mean something. And the term, Operation Montu. There had to be something connected there. I knew scarabs had something to do with Egyptian culture, but what of it? Who do I know that would know anything about that subject? Instantly, a name flashed in my mind.

I quickly ran to my landline I had tossed aside when I rummaged through my bedside table. After an easy reassembling, I was able to hear a dial tone. I nodded and looked around until my eyes landed on my phone book laying sprawled open on the floor. I quickly picked it up and flipped through it. After I had found the right number, I punched it in quickly and held the phone up to my ear. After a couple of rings, the line was picked up.

“Historic Animated Adventures Hotline. This is Christopher speaking.”

“Chris, it’s Ike.” I breathed a sigh of relief when my older brother picked up, “I have a question for you.”

“Ikie!” Chris’ usual happy tone sprung over the receiver, clashing dramatically with the anxiety still lingering in my stomach, “I’m glad you called. I’m so sorry I couldn’t pick you up today. Things have gotten busy and-”

“Don’t worry about it.” I rubbed my eyes in annoyance, “I got a ride from... a coworker- Listen. I have a question for you. About Egyptian culture.”

“Oo, what a way to pull me from work!” Chris excitedly mused, “Hit me!”

“What does the scarab represent?”

“Immortality, resurrection, and transformation.” Chris said quickly, as if I was quizzing him on some sort of tv show.

I hummed to myself in thought, “Alright… and one more thing. Does the name Montu have anything to do with Egyptian culture as well?”

“Yes! He’s the Egyptian God of war. He is the embodiment of the scorching of the sun by the sun God, Ra. Some believe that, because of an association with raging bulls, that he manifested himself as a man with a bull head!”

I hummed and pondered to myself quietly, I knew it! But, what could I have done to anger the Egyptian god of war?

“Now, it’s my turn to ask a question.” Chris said in a slightly teasing tone, “Why the sudden interest in Egyptian culture?”

“Just… preparing for a new show.” I lied as I looked around my room again, an idea coming to mind, “Bart had this idea where some lady disturbs a god in his sleep. He mentioned the name Montu but I had no idea who he was. Thanks, Chris. I’ll let you get back to work.”

“No! Don’t let me go back!” Chris whined, “Hey! Do you need a consultant for the show?? I’d be more than happy to take the job!”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” My voice trailed off the more I spoke, “I’ve got to go, Chris. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright.” Chris sighed, “Later!”

I hung up the phone and tossed it aside. I quickly walked over to my bookshelves, now stripped of books, and reached behind it. A large, rolling, whiteboard slipped out easily sending loose papers to my already messy floor. Familiar chicken scratch and pictures met my vision as I pulled the board completely away from the shelf.

The last time I had brought that board out was when I was a bounty hunter and I was targeting the Fozzy family, a family of mobsters that had been controlling a small, broken part of Loveland. I was able to find and capture the last member before my retirement and, with no other place to put the files, shoved everything behind my bookshelf, never to be seen again. Until now.

I ripped the remaining photos off of the board carelessly and threw them on my bed, which was upside down and sliding down against a wall. I used my hand to wipe the writings and long awaited discoveries like it was nothing. I took a magnet with a protruding front and hung the mask right in the middle of the board. Satisfied, I went to my bookshelf and squatted to the bottom drawers. With the doors already thrown carelessly open, I reached to the back and pulled away a fake backing, revealing a small secret compartment that only I knew existed. I used that compartment to keep the incriminating details of any case I had been working on. Just in case my apartment got broken into and my plans had been found out. I had also tucked away the last of my bounty hunting gear there.

Keeping that in mind, I reached for the box of dry erase markers and pulled it out. The Fozzy Case file flopped over, disturbing the layer of dust around it and coating the gear and weapons around it. I waved away the dust from my face and secured the fake wall back into place. After making sure that it’s placement would go unnoticed, I walked back to the white board and popped the top off of one of my pens. Reaching for the top of the board, I wrote in big bold letters,

“WHO IS MONTU?”

Then I got to work.

>>>

I had spent the rest of the weekend with my eyes glued to that white board. Only stopping to eat, clean my wound, or to clean my apartment. But never once had my mind wandered from the case. People had called and come to my apartment to check on me, only to be shooed away as I dismissed them at the door, telling them I was alright and that I couldn’t chat because of an nonexistent headache. Sam was the one who tried the hardest to come and see me, calling me continuously and stopping by with treats and movies to watch together. I waved him away, not wanting him to see what had become of my apartment. Or more, what had become of me.

Victor had made no attempt to make contact with me since the day I had thrown him out. The food that he had left me with still sat in my fridge, untouched and ignored, along with his still rotting pudding.

I tried not to think about how aggressive I had been to him that day, snapping back to him the way I had and literally throwing him out of my apartment. I never wanted him to get hurt but, in protecting him, I ended up being the one hurting him. It was for his own good though. One day, he’d thank me.

I stood at my place in front of the whiteboard, reading over what I had written for the thousandth time that weekend. I had taped the ‘Get well soon’ card, the copies of photos and testimonies that Gavin had supplied to me beforehand, and written what I had found out from Chris on to the board. It was neatly organized with facts and evidence. But it was still empty of proof or suspects that might give me a lead. I had only pieced together what I knew and I really didn’t know anything. I especially didn’t know why this Montu was targeting me, or how he knew me in the first place. He knew me well enough to throw a bomb at my place of work, send a package at my home address, take pictures of me in hidden places, and map out every route I took. How did he get that information? What had I done to make him angry? And why did he choose me? For all I knew, he could have just picked me for the hell of it. But, despite all that I didn’t know, one thing was certain,

I had just spent the last three days without sleep and I had work the next day.

I sighed and flopped backwards onto my newly fixed bed and looked up at the whiteboard in dismay. “I can’t believe I actually want Montu to make a move!” I groaned, rubbing my eyes with the palm of my hands, “At least then I could learn something more about him!... Other than he is the reason I am speaking aloud to myself in an empty apartment.” I sighed and dragged my hands down my face, “At least I could take my mind off of this and back into work.” I paused my hands over my mouth. “...Oh yeah. I’d be going to my new office in LFG. I would likely be working right beside my employees, watching what they’d be doing up close. They’ll have to listen to me if I sit mere feet from them.” I sat up in bed and looked out my window. I wonder where Victor put my office…

>>>

“This is my new office?” I stood slack jawed and dismissive at the scene in front of me, “I thought my company had their own floor!”

“They do!” Goldman, who had shown me to my desk, stood smiling nervously next to me.

“Then why, of all places, do I have to work here!” I flashed a glare to Goldman, “In Victor Li’s office?!” Victor’s office hadn’t changed much from the last time I had seen it. The only thing that was different was the folding table with an expensive looking laptop and landline sitting on top of it, and a classy rolling chair behind it. Not to mention it was only-

“Ten feet away from his bleeding desk?!” I huffed, gesturing to the ugly sight before me.

“It’s what the boss wanted!” Goldman held up his hands as my voice rose, “He specifically asked for it!”

“How do you expect me to get anything done this close to-”

“This close to who?”

A voice came from behind us. I quickly whipped my head around to see Victor standing at the door with a mug of coffee in one hand and his other in his pocket. He arched his eyebrow as our eyes met. I felt my eyebrow twitch. Emotions from several days ago came flooding back to my chest. I gulped them back and faced him straight on, adjusting my posture to one of professionalism.

“To anyone.” I growled, glaring at Victor, “Victor, I have phone calls to make, meetings to conduct, a business to maintain, and you do too. We can’t rightly use the same without one being a distraction to the other.”

“Any business owner should be able to know how to maintain order in any situation they are placed in.” Victor’s cold, trained voice reverberated through the room as he strode haughtily into it, “This relocation is merely temporary. There is no need to get so worked up over it.”

I clenched my teeth together, stifling a comeback as I looked over at the scrawny folding desk. I could keep arguing with him, fighting him until I got what I wanted... but…

A wave of exhaustion hit my chest. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. I really didn’t have the energy to fight with Victor. If this is where he wanted me, fine. It was only temporary after all. Besides, he really was doing a nice thing by letting my company stay in his building for the time being. The least I could do is tolerate him and go with whatever he had planned for me.

“Thank you for the new desk.” I said, moving to sit in my new chair, “I’ll try not to be a distraction to you, sir.” Victor’s movements noticeably stalled from my peripherals. I paid no mind to them as I placed my briefcase next to me and opened the laptop on my desk. I looked up at Goldman, who was still standing awkwardly in front of my desk with a look of confusion in his eyes.

“I don’t recall hiring you as my PA.” I deadpanned. Goldman jumped to attention and nodded to me.

“Right! Sorry!” He nervously chuckled. Goldman bowed then left my desk and briskly to Victor’s. I watched him leave for a moment. My original tactless tone almost seemed out of place. It really had been a while since I had been back on the job.

“What would you like me to do today boss!” Goldman asked eagerly. There was a silence. I placed my hands on top of my keyboard… then paused. I turned to look at the two men, both of which were looking at me. Victor in an emotionless stare, Goldman in a confused glance.

Once I had locked eyes with Victor, he turned to Goldman. “Bring me the day’s reports.” Victor said to Goldman. Goldman quickly obeyed Victor’s orders and quickly walked to the door. Victor turned back to me, catching my eyes before I turned them back to the computer. “You look like you’ve gotten thinner.” He said, voice noticeably lower than before, “Have you been eating right?” I felt my eyebrow twitch slightly.

“Yup.” I lied, turning back to my computer.

“Did you eat all of the food that… I advised you to eat.” Victor said carefully. I looked over to Victor then to Goldman. Goldman had paused, one hand over the door.

“Yeah.” I said, catching on to Victor’s hint, “I did.” The last thing we needed were rumors being spread about Victor and I. Sharing an office was enough. Having people know we went shopping together was going to send waves in places I couldn’t manage.

Before the conversation could go any further, the door opened and was thrust into Goldman’s face. Goldman yelped and held his nose. A familiar head appeared from the door, holding a mug in his hand and a worried expression. “Oh geez.” Minor quickly squeezed through the door and tended to Goldman, “I’m sorry, dude! I didn’t see you there!”

“No, no I’m fine!” Goldman waved him off, laughing at his own stupidity, “I shouldn't have been standing so close to the door. My apologies.”

I sighed with annoyance.

So had Victor.

We flashed each other surprised expressions. I blinked at him but quickly redirected my attention to my desk. Damn it. That was awesome.

Goldman finally left the room, allowing Minor to hold the door for him as he did so. Minor shut the door, then his eyes immediately landed on my desk. “Hey, Boss!” He beamed, walking to me with arms outstretched, “Long time no see! How are you?”

“I’m alive.” I sighed, “How are you?”

“I’m great!” Minor gave me a squinty eyed smile, “I got away from the fire with just a minor burn. And it’s all thanks to a certain someone!” Minor sung his last words, making it obvious who he was talking about. I hummed, locking my eyes on the mug in his hand.

“Is that my coffee?” I asked, a little too eagerly. Minor nodded and handed me the mug. I gladly accepted it and immediately took a swig of the drink. It burned my tongue as I drank it but I didn’t care. No amount of temperature was going to stop me from drinking that beautiful nectar of the Gods.

“Ya know,” Minor mused as he looked around the office, “When I was directed here, I almost couldn’t believe it!”

“Me neither.” I grumbled, “How is everyone doing? Are they settling in okay?”

“Yup!” Minor chimed, standing proudly in front of me, “We have all settled in with no problems!...” I arched my brow, “... Okay. Some people have complained about how cramped it is-but! It’s okay!!” Minor waved his hands frantically in defense as he flashed a worried glance to Victor, “It beats working in a combusted building!”

“I would have been fine with either.” I sighed, turning back to my computer, “After all, any business owner should be able to know how to maintain order in any situation they are placed in.” I looked over to Victor. He was taking a drink from his mug. An obvious curve hung from the corner of his lips.

Minor leaned closer to me. “You know,” he whispered, “there is an open desk next to Bart in the offices you could have.”

“Oh really?” I asked, keeping my eyes on Victor, “You don’t say.” Victor set his mug down and paid no attention to Minor and I. From the distance that I had sat from him, I could see that he had straightened up since last we met. His clothes were ironed and his hair was well kept. He looked to be that same man from our first meeting… except the bags under his eyes had deepened and his cheekbones looked sharper than usual. It was obvious that I wasn’t the only one that had lost sleep over the weekend. A wave of guilt crashed into my chest. What if I had really hurt him when I threw him out? What if he couldn’t sleep because of the pain?

I shook my head and turned back to Minor. “I’m fine here for now.” I said, hopefully quiet enough for Victor not to hear. Minor frowned at me.

“Boss.” He whispered, glaring at me, “Don’t tell me you’ve got a thing for your Boss! What would Gavin say?!” A wave of heat washed through my face.

“Would you cut that out!?” I flicked Minor’s head. He yelped and stumbled backward, “Quit assuming things are happening when they aren’t!”

“You’ll have to tell Gavin that.” Minor huffed, rubbing his forehead. I glared at him. Minor waved his hands in front of his face, “Ok! Ok! I yield!” I huffed and, after making sure he meant it, straightened myself in my chair. “... So!” Minor threw his hand to his hips, positivity brimming his lips, “What’s the agenda for today, boss?” I thought for a moment.

“Get Bart.” I said, regaining my professional demeanor, “We need to discuss the progress of the new show since I have been gone. And remind Claire that she still has a report she needs to turn into me. She may have been on vacation for a few days since we last spoke but that is no excuse for a late report.” Minor nodded determinedly

“Aye aye captain!” He said with a large smile. Minor turned to leave the room. I turned to face my computer. Readying myself in front of my desk. I heard the door to the office open…

“Hey, boss?” Minor called. I looked up. He smiled kindly to me, “Thank you. For saving me.” I blinked, slightly taken aback.

“...It… was nothing you wouldn’t have done.” I said nodding to him, “You’re welcome.” Minor’s smile brightened. I cleared my throat and looked back to my computer, “We don’t have all day. Go get Bart.” Minor nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. I flashed a glance to Victor. He was still looking at the door, eyes vacant. I paid no mind to it as I looked back to my computer. After a moment of silence, Victor spoke up.

“You are well liked among your employees.”

I ignored him as I opened my email.

“I don’t think any of them blame you at all for the explosion.”

I froze.

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Gavin’s journey as Dad : The Arrival

Fandom : MLQC/Koipro/Love and Producer

Pairing : GavinxReader

Words : 3,702

Warning : A little bit of angst, just a bit. Shaw appears at the end.

The song MC asked for Gavin to play :

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First trimester

Your first trimester of pregnancy? It was hell. You’d throw up over and over you couldn’t even drink water and you got admitted to hospital for a week. Even Gavin who always did his paperwork in his office before coming home decided to bring all his paperwork to hospital so he could accompany you.The craving was also...a little overwhelming. You would woke Gavin at 3AM, because you crave cookie dough, and the poor man decided to made it himself while yawning, visibly tired from a mission. But he did it nonetheless. The smile on your face when you enjoyed the dough was worth it.

There was also a time when Gavin just got home from work and the first thing you said to him was “Sing a song for me, please? With your guitar?” You wished you could record Gavin’s reaction at that time. He had the most confused look on his face.

“What?” Gavin asked again, dumbfounded.

“I...i want to hear you play your guitar.” you repeated.

“Is it one of your craving today?” Gavin’s look softened, amused even.

You nodded. Gavin, being a doting husband he is, he would listen and make all of your craving came true. So you were sitting on the couch beside him as he played his guitar. He didn’t sing but he hummed to the melody he played. You feel relaxed, yawning even. Gavin stopped playing when he heard your soft snore. One of his hand held your shoulder, while his other hand put the guitar away. He pulled you close to him as he kissed the top of your head.

Gavin also developed a little hobby of his rubbing your belly before and after he went to work. He would smile and told the unborn baby, “Be good, okay?” You just giggled because it was so cute.

Second trimester

Both you and Gavin just got into the apartment from having dinner outside when the doorbell rang, revealing all of your coworker outside. You hugged Anna, WIllow and Kiki and let them in as Minor walked in the last. With a box in his hand, earning a questioning look from Gavin.

“What’s that?” Gavin asked. Minor grinned, “You will like it, bro!” Gavin shrugged and let him in.

All of you were in the living room, sitting on the couch. You sat beside Gavin as he rubbed your back. The box Minor brought in was placed in the coffee table right in the middle of the room. Anna stood up, picking out an envelope from her purse.

“I believe you owe an explanation to your husband.” Anna smiled at you. You chuckled as Gavin’s brow raised in confusion.

“Gavin, last week i went for a check up and the doctor wanted to revealed the gender of our baby.” you began. Gavin’s confusion was getting doubled. “Wait, you did? How come i didn’t know?” Gavin asked.

“You were so busy on the mission. So, i asked Anna to get it for me. I want us to know the gender of our baby at the same time. That’s why they come today.” you answered.

“But then i thought of an idea to make it extra!” Kiki said with an excitement.

“That is to buy the cake with the color of your baby’s gender.” Willow added, as excited as Kiki.

“Yes! Blue for boy. Pink for girl.” Minor said.

“Thus, i want you to open the box together. After that i’ll give you the print out of the ultrasound.” Anna said.

You and Gavin looked at each other. Gavin stood up and brought the box to your lap. Both of your and his hands are untying the white ribbon on the box and opened it. You held your breath and as you saw the color.

Pink.

You turned to see Gavin and the man also turned his head at you. Gavin didn’t waste anytime to hug and kiss your forehead, your cheek. You giggled as you could feel the palm of his hand was sweating and he was trembling. But both of you were smiling, even Gavin laughed. The kind were he was so nervous and relieved at the same time.

“Congratulation for both of you. You’ll have a baby girl.” Anna congratulated them.

Watching Gavin’s face, letting almost all of his guard down in front of others by smiling a lot with spark in his eyes, you smiled back at him.

It was your monthly check up with your obstetrician and Gavin, for the first time accompany you. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to, it was because he only got some free time from his shift in police station so he decided to came. You were familiar with ultrasound, but it was new for Gavin so he was holding your hand tightly as the doctor put jelly on your stomach and put the transducer on it.

“So this is her heartbeat.” the doctor stopped the transducer on your belly, and with her other hand she tapped the ultrasound machine and both you and Gavin could hear the heartbeat.

Lub-dub

You stared at Gavin. The man was staring at the screen with a spark in his amber eyes. He was excited. He was smiling all the time, holding your hand tighter and listen to the doctor had to say. He nodded, turned serious. It seriously made your heart warm to see him like that.

“Y/N? why’re you staring?” Gavin’s sudden question turned you back to reality. You shook your head, smiling at him.

“I always know you’ll be a good dad.” you said, earning a blush on Gavin’s cheek to his earlobe.

Both you and the doctor chuckled.

Third trimester

“How is it? Better?” Gavin asked as he massaged your feet.

You hummed in approval, closing your eyes in content at Gavin’s calloused hands massaging the pad of your feet. Being in 8th month of pregnancy, your feet began to hurt easily as your belly got bigger. Your back also ache a lot. Gavin, being as understanding as ever, everytime he got home he would massaged your back and your feet.

“Oh, Gavin, do you mind?” you asked Gavin.

Gavin stopped massaging your back. “Now?” Gavin asked back. You nodded. Gavin ruffled your hair as he stood up and walked out from the bedroom. Not even a minute he came back with a guitar in his hand. You smiled at him as he sat beside you on the bed. He began to play the same song he did back in your first trimester. You hummed along with him as you already memorized the melody.

“Ah!” you yelped as you felt something in your stomach. Gavin stopped and put away the guitar, he was visibly worried as it was 1 month left for your due date.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Gavin asked. You shook your head.

“I was surprised. A kick.” you let out a chuckle. Before Gavin could ask more you took his hand and placed it on your belly. Gavin’s eyes got soften as he could feel soft movement in your belly. Gavin caressed your belly softly and somehow the baby in your stomach moved along with his hand.

“She likes you playing guitar to her.” you giggled.

“Oh? You do?” Gavin was smiling, talking to your belly. “I promise i will play the song to you a lot when you’re born. But don’t surprise your mom like that.”

“I’m sure she’ll like it.” you caressed Gavin’s hair.

Birth

You groaned in agony as you wait in the hospital bed. Your water broke earlier today when you were cooking for breakfast. Gavin was away on his mission so he couldn’t come with you. You were so glad you could call Anna and she hurriedly call an ambulance for you and accompany you to the hospital. As for Gavin, it was part of his protocol to turn off his cellphone cause he was on mission, but you already left a message for him.

Giving birth without Gavin was expected, due to his job. But it still made you sad. You wanted him to be by your side, and he said the same thing as well when you discussed with him about the possibility of you giving birth alone. Well, rather than having him accompany you, all you wanted was for him to come back home safely. You were brought to the delivery room and Anna waited outside, just in case Gavin came.

(Gavin’s POV)

Gavin was just arrived from his mission. Today’s mission took his team faster than he expected to finish, and for Gavin to only have minor new scars on his arms. He was just finished taking shower in the HQ. He took his phone from his locker and found a message from you. His heart beat faster when he saw your name but then the door to the locker room suddenly opened, revealing Eli.

“Gavin, call from hospital. Your wife’s water--” before Eli could finish, Gavin already grabbed his bag and ran as fast as he could.

It was probably Gavin’s best record of flying from STF HQ to the Loveland hospital. He flew as fast as he could even if it was cloudy, landed smoothly on the nearby empty parking lot and ran into the hospital building. When he found Anna was waiting outside, he was panting.

“Y/N huff huff...how’s...huff huff she?” Gavin asked.

Anna smiled at Gavin and she didn’t need to answer as the two of them could hear your voice from inside the delivery room. Anna approached another door beside the delivery room and a nurse came out. “Her husband’s here. Can he go in?” Anna asked. The nurse eyed at Gavin, she nodded and let Gavin in.

“Sir, you may accompany your wife but please wear these.” the nurse said. She gave a surgical gown for Gavin to wear, a surgical mask and a slipper for him. Gavin nodded, didn’t hesitate anytime to wear the gown and changed his shoe to the slipper. Gavin followed the nurse to the door connected to the delivery room.

When Gavin saw you, he immediately came closer and grabbed your hand tightly in his. You looked sideway to see him, half of his face covered in surgical mask. Tears of relieved streaming out of your eyes. “You’re back.” you said.

Gavin intertwined his fingers in yours as he nodded. “I’m sorry, i’m late.” Gavin said. You smiled at him.

Not long after that you held Gavin’s hand tight it might left marks, but Gavin didn’t care. You screamed, trying your best to give birth to your baby. Gavin kept chanting “Breathe. Breathe. It’s okay. You’re doing good. It’s okay. You can do this.” to your ear despite him also worried about you. Gavin couldn’t really remember what happened after that but he could hear the doctor said “Baby’s here!” followed with a crying voice. Your hand went limp in his grip but you were smiling.

“You did it. You did it. It’s okay now.” Gavin said, smiling. You nodded, closing your eyes.

“Sir, please wait outside. We will call you once we’re done.” a nurse tapped Gavin’s shoulder. Gavin nodded. When he let go of your hand, it fell down limply.

Gavin always said, he could always feel you in the wind. But at that moment, he could feel your life is getting weaker. Along with a little life force Gavin felt minutes ago.

“She’s bleeding too much! Doctor!”

“Get blood transfusion ready!”

“The baby’s choked on amniotic fluid. Prepare the suction!”

“We don’t have much time!”

“Sir, sir, you need to wait outside!”

Before Gavin could even understand what was going on, he was pushed outside by the nurse, even with him still wearing the slipper and surgical gown. Anna came to him, realizing the light on the door turned from green to red. Gavin fell on his knees. His mouth went dry, his hands were trembling.

“Gavin? Gavin, what happened?!” Anna asked.

“She...our child…” Gavin couldn’t even complete any sentence in his head. He could feel his stomach turned upside down, his heart felt like it was ripping inside and it suffocated him. Gavin couldn’t control his evol as his anxiety building up inside him. Gavin was choked by his own evol.

“Sheesh, what a troublesome brother you are. Control yours properly.”

Gavin could feel someone was yanking him, pulling him to stand. Gavin opened his eyes, trying to breathe in air. He glanced to his side, finding someone stood beside him. White shirt, black leather jacket. Purple hair. Amber eyes identical to his.

“...Shaw.” Gavin said weakly, didn’t find any energy to be hostile toward the purple haired man.

“Control yours or that Eli will hunt you down. Even dad will.” Shaw repeated, his face wasn’t like his usual, mocking. He was serious.

Gavin yanked his arm away from Shaw. But his own body betrayed him. He was still shaking. “What do you know? She and my child--”

Shaw let out an exasperated sigh. He rolled his eyes. “Is your faith for her and your baby that slim?” he retorted. Gavin stunned. “You’re the one who can sense her life force.” he added.

Shaw was right. Gavin tried to concentrate once again and, Shaw was right, he could feel the two life, it’s faint, but it’s there.

“Now that my work here is done, i gotta go. Before dad finds out.” Shaw put his hand in his jeans’ pocket.

“Why do you come anyway?” Gavin asked.

Shaw made a thinking pose, hands in his chin while he looked up at the ceiling. Then he laughed, a mocking one. “You might need help to beat some sense to your head.” Shaw smirked, but then he got closer to Gavin’s ear, “And to stop you from getting your evol out of control and end up killing everyone here, including yourself.”

Before Gavin could say anything, Shaw already walked away from him, waving his hand. “Yes, brother. You’re most welcome.” he said.

But Gavin did mouthed “thank you” behind his little brother’s back.

***

Gavin stared at the nurse placing the baby in his hand. His baby. Gavin was never held a baby in his life so he was scared that he might drop her. After assurance from the nurse, Gavin held the baby on his own. The baby was sleeping, breathing, and Gavin couldn’t help but fell on his knees once again. The nurse was about to took the baby from him but Gavin held the baby close to him. To his chest. His whole body shook uncontrollably as tears streaming out from his eyes. He tried to stifled his sobs.

Gavin was glad. He really was glad that his baby was alive. Her cheek flushed red, breathing evenly. Gavin couldn’t help but cry at the sight. As Gavin wiped his tears away, his daughter opened her eyes for the first time and it was gavin’s first time to see a baby’s eyes, staring at him. She shared his eye’s color. Golden amber.

“...thank you...thank you for coming to this world.” Gavin held his baby tight. “I’ll protect you, always. I won’t let anything, anyone, harm you.”

“Mr Gavin? I’m sorry but you need to go back.” the nurse said to him. Gavin nodded slowly, his tears still flowing out from his eyes.

Gavin stood up and gave the baby to the nurse. The nurse smiled warmly at him, knowing what Gavin went through several hours ago. As she rocked the baby she said, “I’ll bring your baby to your wife’s room, Sir. For now, go and meet your wife.” Gavin nodded.

***

Gavin opened the door to your room to find you were already awake, sitting leaning to the bed. Gavin practically slammed the door shut behind him and ran to you. He pulled you to his chest, hugging you.

“G-Gavin...can’t breathe…” you pat Gavin’s back.

Gavin immediately released the hug, cupping your cheek. You frowned when you saw his puffy red eyes. “Gavin, did you cry?” you asked. Gavin opened his mouth but nothing came out. He was glad, so glad to see you alive. You waited for him, for Gavin to stop panting.

“I...i was scared. I was scared that you’d leave. That our baby would leave.” Gavin managed to say. The flash of image seeing you turned pale and several conversation between the doctor and the nurse came back to his mind. Gavin was shivering, his whole body shook.

“Gavin…” you said softly.

“I was scared and it suffocates me. It was really, really hard to breathe when i couldn’t sense you...even if you were there in front of me. I…” Gavin was cut off by you hugging him, as tight as you could considering your weak state right now.

“I...couldn’t think. Everything went blank.” Gavin finally let go of his defense and cry. His sobs were painful for you to hear, it broke your heart.

“I don’t wanna lose you. I don’t wanna lose our baby. I’m sorry...i--” Gavin went powerless in your hug. Your body were still cold, not to his liking, but you were slowly getting warmer. You cupped Gavin’s face in your hand, wiping the tears away from his amber eyes. Gavin closed his eyes, overwhelmed with feeling relieved.

“But we’re here, aren’t we?” you asked. Gavin nodded.

A soft knock at your room and the nurse came in with your baby. You smiled, thanking the nurse as she helped you to hold the baby in your arms. Your eyes met your daughter’s eyes. Your smile went even wider and it made Gavin smiled along with you too. The nurse excused herself and left you along with your baby and Gavin after explaining and show to you how to breastfed the baby.

“Look, Gavin, she has your eyes.” you said, glancing at Gavin. Gavin chuckled, wiping his tears’ trace on his cheek.

Gavin held out his finger and the little girl of his immediately caught his finger and gripped it tight in her tiny arms, looking at Gavin with her big doe amber eyes. Gavin automatically smiled. You giggled, seeing how soft Gavin’s expression was when he tried to move his hand but the baby still gripped it tight. Gavin caressed his daughter’s head while his other hand placed on your shoulder, pulling you to lend on his chest.

“I told you that i will always protect you, no matter what happen, right?” Gavin asked. You nodded.

“Now i have another one to protect.” Gavin kissed the top of your head. “I will always protect both of you, no matter what happens.” Gavin said, leaning his head to yours. You hummed. “But you need to protect yourself too, okay? You’re the one who have the most dangerous job compared to me.” you kissed Gavin’s cheek.

Gavin closed his eyes. “Yes, of course i will. So that i can come back home to see both of you.”

2 months later

Gavin was walking with a bucket of flowers in his hand. It had been a long time since he came to this place. Where his mother sleeps for the last time. Graveyard. He almost never want to come this place. Gavin always avoided cemetery, even if you asked. It reminded of bad childhood he had when his mother died. How cold his father was.

But this time, Gavin didn’t come alone. You were walking beside him, holding your daughter in your arms, sleeping. Gavin was finally ready to face his mother, even if it took years for him to come.

A little promise Gavin told to himself before you gave birth to Anya, your daughter. That he would want to bring you along and Anya to his mother’s grave. You, of course supported him and told him that you were glad to see him finally open up to his past and decided to visit his mother’s grave again.

But in front of Gavin’s mother’s tombstone, there was someone else standing in front of it. The purple hair Gavin knew well. Gavin’s eyebrow knitted in confusion finding Shaw, his brother in their mother’s tombstone. Who would’ve expected that punk man to visit the mother’s grave whom he barely remembered?

“Huh? Isn’t that--” you trailed of. “Shaw..my brother.” Gavin nodded.

Shaw must’ve heard that Gavin was mentioning his name because he turn around to see Gavin and you. He was almost emotionless, but upon seeing Gavin, his lips immediately turned into a smirk and he said something to the tombstone and turned around, walked away before Gavin could even say anything to him.

“Why’s he here?” you asked.

Gavin shook his head. “I don’t know. I’m also surprised how he knows mother’s grave. He was small back then, and i attended the funeral alone.” Gavin replied. You couldn’t answer but nodded your head. You’ve heard about Shaw--you didn’t know if it was his alias name but then it was obvious that he was Gavin’s brother. They shared almost same face feature and identical golden amber eyes. Though Shaw was more into mocking and making fun rather than Gavin who was cold and aloof.

You were sure it won’t be the last time you’d see Shaw.

Gavin put his hand on your shoulder when he found his mother’s tombstone. It was clean maintained well, despite years Gavin never came. Gavin took a deep breath and began to talk. Asking how his mother’s been. Apologized for not coming sooner. Telling how his life now, his job, you, both of your marriage, and then, finally Anya.

Your heart swelled watching Gavin placed his hand on your back as he talked, bit felt like being introduced to your mother in law. Gavin took Anya from your hand and held it in his arm.

“Mom, don’t worry. I’m fine here. I finally find my happiness and i will protect them with all i have.”

A/N : Probably the longest fanfic i’ve wrote for Gavin so far. I do hope i did Shaw justice as he’s not canon to be Gavin’s brother yet, but the hints are everywhere (if you read the spoilers)

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asset35-maya · 3 years

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HEAT WAVES

This is a short multi-character series about different kinds of love blooming in the summertime. Written as part of the DBH LATE SUMMER PROMPT CHALLENGE

(Read Parts 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 and 6 first!)

[PART 7/7: HEAT OF THE NIGHT]

**TW: SEXUAL CONTENT

“Hey baby.”

Gavin was barely audible as he shifted on Hank’s couch to make room for Nines. He opened his arms and let the android lay down with his back to his chest. He wrapped an arm around Nines’ middle and nuzzled his neck.

“I couldn’t find Sixty anywhere. Are you sure you didn’t see him leave?”

“Hmm…? No…”

“I think he’s disabled his tracker. The little shit! The house keeps coming up as his last location when I search for his signal!”

“Don’t worry, babe. He knows his way back. Like our cat… If Con went missing that would be a real problem. Like if Sumo went missing. But with Six… it’s like our bitch-ass cat. She comes and goes as she pleases. We shouldn’t wait up.”

Nines rearranged his husband’s sleepy grip to be less stifling and relaxed into the cuddle.

“Hmm. You always did understand my own brothers better than me. I just can’t figure out why he was so upset earlier.”

Gavin yawned and pulled Nines closer despite having just been pushed away a little. He tended to get handsy after a few drinks.

“He should be fine now...”

Frowning, Nines twisted in the human’s grasp. He was smooched lovingly before he could articulate any response. He allowed a few messy kisses before breaking off with a quiet whine.

“Gavin, if you know where he is, just tell me. I’ll sleep better for it.”

“Babe, I have no idea-”

He broke off as a rumble came from overhead. Something scraped across the tiles on the roof and came to a stop with a muted thud. Nines looked up at (and through) the ceiling, eyes glazing over and LED spinning rapidly.

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.”

A detective through and through, Gavin chuckled as he easily deduced whatever Nines saw using his x-ray vision. He pressed a kiss to his husband’s throat.

“Just like us back in the day, huh?”

Allen broke away panting. He put a hand on Sixty’s chest to still him. It had been years since he’d done anything like this. Lying on top of a man’s house and making out with his son for hours like a teenager.

Their chaste first kiss had evolved into something decidedly more mature. Months of mutual pining and sexual tension spilled over effusively and now the two of them were rock hard and desperate for some kind of release.

Sixty moaned in Allen’s ear and ground against his thigh. With the way they were lying intertwined, that action also brought some much-needed friction to Allen’s groin. He sucked his breath in through his teeth.

“Sixty... just... Fuck it. Just touch me.”

“Are you sure, Cap?”

“Fuck, don’t call me that if you’re going to jerk me off!”

“Yes, sir.”

Sixty kissed him once more and undid the buttons of his jeans with ease. A hand slipped past the waistband and palmed his erection through his briefs. Impatient, Allen lifted his hips and brought both his underwear and jeans down to his thighs. Sixty’s eyes widened at the sight of the exposed and leaking cock.

Despite having very limited experience in this department, the android moved with confidence. He rolled over his captain’s body and captured his chapped lips in another deep kiss, wrapping a hand around the turgid shaft and stroking.

Allen sighed into the kiss with satisfaction and began to unzip Sixty’s trousers. He quickly found his prize and ran a thumb over the tip of the synthetic penis, producing a garble of static and glitching noises from the android.

Their wrists moved in tandem, speeding up and slowing down in a well-coordinated rhythm. Allen let his consciousness wander and allowed himself to forget that he was perched two floors above the ground. He placed all his trust in the android holding him. It wasn’t the first time he’d done so, albeit in a very different context... so it was incredibly easy.

Sixty soon felt himself get near to the close and could tell that Allen was even closer. He withdrew his hand and peeled Allen’s fingers off his own dick. Looking deep into his new lover’s eyes, Sixty lowered himself further and brought their slick cocks in direct contact with each other.

That was absolutely the right thing to do, considering the loud moan that Allen let out. The older man clapped a hand over his mouth in shock at his own reaction, but quickly recovered when Sixty spat between them and began to move. Trapped between their abdomens, their cocks slipped and slid against each other... hardening and pulsing and twitching... and then finally releasing.

LED flashing a myriad of colors and cooling fans running high, Sixty finished with a groan and fell onto the roofing tiles beside Allen. They both lay there staring at the moon… thoroughly undignified… shirts hiked up over their nipples…spent cocks dribbling onto their stomachs.

“Great job, Cap.”

“You too... bud.”

Tina arched her back and clamped her thighs over his hips as she rode him, backwards. She tossed her hair and rolled her body in ways she’d only seen in certain films. If she thought about it for too long, it felt kind of silly. Like she was just playing a part and the director would yell cut any second.

But this was real. This was not a Hollywood studio. This was her boyfriend’s bedroom and this was the sex life she had now.

She wondered whether it had anything to do with him being an android... Connor was insatiable. He wanted her all day, every day, everywhere.

She didn’t know if or how long it would last, but hell, she wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. It was the best sex of her existence and she would take however much of it she was given, especially if it came with heaps of adoration and praise and affection.

Connor jerked his hips underneath her. She got the message and picked up the pace. His hands came to rest on her stomach from behind and slid upwards slowly to cup her breasts. He held on tightly and sat up, pressing his chest against her back with enviable core strength.

Tina turned in his grip and he brought his mouth to hers. She parted her lips and invited his tongue in. He then leaned forwards and brought her crashing down onto the mattress. Another position, then.

With a series of implicit gestures, Tina relinquished the lead and passed the control back to Connor. He flipped her onto her back and hooked her legs around his waist, all the while buried deep inside and pumping ceaselessly. His deft fingers circled her clit and she knew that she’d be coming again... for the fifth time in a row.

“Hey T.”

“What?”

“I love you.”

Gavin sighed against Nines’ bare back. Falling asleep was proving difficult, given the clamour from various parts of the house. He knew his husband was wide awake too.

“Baby…”

“Shhhh.”

“Don’t act like you can sleep through all this.”

“What?”

“Your siblings making multiple trips to bone town? Plus your dad trying to out-snore his dog. It sounds like we’re on a farm here.”

Nines made a petulant noise but Gavin could tell that he was also amused.

“So what do you suggest we do?”

“Well, I’ve always said… if you can’t beat ’em… join ’em…”

Gavin scooted around on the couch a little and pressed his groin flush against Nines’ backside. A sharp hiss escaped the android.

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not?”

There was a pause (during which a series of snores and moans echoed in the living room) while Nines considered the proposition. He apparently found little objection to it and ground back against Gavin’s hardening length.

“Now we’re talking.”

Gavin gently bit down on his husband’s shoulder and pulled on the drawstrings of the sweatpants they both wore. He eased the fabric off the both of them. In no time at all, his stiffening cock was between Nines’ cheeks and his hand wrapped around Nines’ shaft.

Self-lubrication was one of the things about androids that Gavin was eternally grateful for. He gathered the drip from Nines’ tip and coaxed him to full mast, all the while rutting against the slick crease of Nines’ ass.

Their motions were easy, well-practiced.

Once they were both fully aroused, he stroked his hands over Nines’ body and guided one of his thighs up to fully expose his entrance. There was absolutely no resistance. Even in the dark, there was no hitch to any of these proceedings. They’d made love like this a hundred times before and would do it a hundred times again.

Gavin took hold of his cock, gave it a few pumps and aimed. He slowly found his mark, slipping in and bottoming out with grace. He hooked an arm around Nines’ raised leg and waited a beat, before pulling halfway out and pushing back in exactly once.

“Ohhh…”

“Is that good, baby?”

“Shhh… don’t talk.”

Gavin smiled into the side of Nines’ neck and set up a gentle rhythm with his hips. He had to go with the shallowest of thrusts if they intended to stay on the couch. But that was fine, they’d had plenty of rough, fast sex in the early days of their relationship. They weren’t missing out on anything. In fact, nowadays both of them preferred the sweeter, gentler kind of lovemaking.

Nines reached behind and cradled Gavin’s head in the crook of his arm, pulling him down for a deep kiss. He obliged easily, and for his part, used the extra room to slip his free hand around Nines’ body and grasp his cock.

Under each other’s careful ministrations, they took turns to sink into the pleasure and fall apart. Eventually, when he could hold himself back no longer, Gavin began taking all the steps to make sure Nines came first. He sinfully grazed the synthetic prostate on every thrust…caressed his chest… teased his nipples… massaged his laden balls… and pumped his cock with dedication until Nines seized up against him and came with a muted gasp.

Gavin stroked him throughout the climax and caught the ejaculate in his fingers. Without any instruction, Nines grabbed his hand and licked the mess off his digits. Keeping his breath steady, Gavin pulled out and lay flat on the couch with his flushed and wet cock in the air.

The android moved over him with absolutely no need to be asked. Nines took his husband into his mouth and swallowed down to the base of his shaft with an utterly inhuman lack of gag reflex. Gavin finished down his throat and the two of them fell back into the spooning position that they’d begun in.

They lay together quietly, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of yet another round of happily married sex. It was so blissful that they almost forgot where they were until one of Hank’s rumbling snores resounded through the house. Nines had the presence of mind to get up and pull their sweatpants back on before both drifted off to dreamland… uninterrupted by lustful moans from the spare bedroom and heavy thudding from the roof.

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purple-cat-demon · 4 years

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Okay y’all, here we go. I am nervous as hell because this is my first try at smut~

His Tiny Dancer

Pairing: Gavin x Hazel May

Genre: fluff with smut

Word Count: 2080

Synopsis: Just some domesticity with a side of smut

A/N: Hazel May is the name I gave MC in the game~ The songs that inspired this are:

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Gavin let out an exasperated sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He shoved a report away from him that he was previously reviewing. Paperwork was not his friend, and he loathed every minute that he had to work on it. Leaning back in the chair at the kitchen table, he gazed up at the ceiling; his mind wandering around everything but the task at hand. A glance at the clock on the wall made him wish time would move faster, so Hazel would come home sooner.

As if the fates were listening there came a noise from the front door of the apartment. Gavin whipped his head around towards the door.

‘Oh wow, she’s early!’

He happily got out of the chair and made his way to his lovely wife. Though his happy expression quickly changed to concern as he was met with Hazel’s very tired looking face. The dark circles a dead giveaway that she was exhausted from going in to work much earlier this morning than usual.

“Are you okay?” A tone of worry in his question.

Hazel nodded weakly, rubbing her panda like eyes.

“We finished that project sooner than expected thankfully. Going in early this morning really helped,” she explained.

Hazel lifted her arms over her head and stretched, eliciting a series of loud pops. Gavin gave a bewildered look at his petite wife; she just sighed wearily in response.

“Go take a nap. I’ll take care of dinner,” her husband instructed after placing a kiss on her forehead. Hazel’s eyes lit up.

“What are we having,” she eagerly asked. Gavin blushed a bit as he scratched the back of his neck.

“I wouldn’t get too excited. I don’t even know if it’ll taste good…”

“Well, what is it,” she inquired.

“Orange chicken and rice,” he replied.

Hazel’s eyes sparkled with delight as that was one of her favorite dishes. The thought of Gavin making an attempt to cook it for her made her heart swell. “That sounds yummy! I’m sure you’ll do fine, you’re following a recipe, right?”

“Yes,” he said, holding up his phone.

“Then I leave it to you, my love. How long should I set my alarm for?”

Gavin pondered for a bit.

“Maybe an hour, that’s how long it’ll take for the rice to cook,” he replied, gesturing to the rice cooker on the kitchen counter.

“Aye aye, sir” she saluted as she sauntered towards the bedroom. With a small chuckle and a crack of his knuckles, Gavin turned towards the kitchen to start cooking.

Amber eyes scanned the recipe on the phone laying on the counter. One by one he mentally checked off each step though scowling at the overly fried pieces of chicken in the skillet.

‘Maybe the sauce will cover that up,’ he silently hoped.

Meanwhile, Hazel stirred awake about ten minutes before her alarm was set to go off. She figured she would freshen herself up before heading out to the kitchen. A faint burnt smell reached her nose, making it crinkle slightly.

‘Oh my poor husband’

Donning a pair of fluffy socks, pajama shorts, a tank top and one of Gavin’s old shirts, Hazel headed out of the bedroom. Gavin was in front of the stove, stirring the chicken pieces in the orange glaze when he noticed his lovely wife coming towards him. She wrapped her arms around his torso and nuzzled her face in to his back.

“Mm, how was your nap?”

*yawning* “Much needed, thank you. How’s dinner coming along? It smells good~”

Gavin scoffed, “don’t lie, I’m sure you caught that burnt smell when you got up… But dinner is almost done.”

Hazel giggled as she let go of her disgruntled husband.

“Then I’ll get the table set, my love,” she said while moving towards the cabinets. Hazel gathered the reports on the table, and set them to the opposite side of where they were going to eat. She then grabbed chopsticks from a drawer next to the fridge and bowls from the cabinet above. Next came two bottles of water out of the fridge. She handed the bowls to Gavin, who promptly scooped rice into them and then topped them with the orange chicken.

“It’s good,” Hazel happily exclaimed after taking a couple of bites. “And you were worried about how it would taste.”

Gavin nodded in agreement.

“I guess it did turn out okay, the glaze probably helped. Glad you like it. Next time I’ll pay closer attention to the frying part.”

Hazel gave him a reassuring pat on his forearm.

As soon they were done eating, Hazel got up from her seat and started gathering the dishes. This earned her a concerned look from Gavin.

“Uh, what are you doing?”

“Getting the dishes, why?”

“You had a rough day, babe, just relax tonight.”

“I wanna help. After all, you made an awesome dinner for us, the least I could do is the cleanup part.”

Seeing there was no arguing with his wife, Gavin surrendered the kitchen to her. Hazel gave him a kiss on the cheek and sent him to the living room. She hummed away as she rinsed off the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher.

Gavin could hear the humming in the living room, a smile plastering his face. A bit of fatigue started to settle in him and he began to nod off.

Music playing brought him back to reality, he didn’t quite recognize the song though. Just as he was about to turn his head to see what was going on, two small hands gently clasped the sides of his face and moved it upward. Warm amber eyes met with tender brown ones in a loving gaze. Hazel pulled away from her husband and started a sultry slow dance to the tempo of the song. Gavin sat up and turned around, watching intently from the back of the couch. His eyes widened as his little dancer started a striptease, beginning with the fluffy socks. She kicked the two socks towards the couch out of range of her “dance floor.” She slowly pulled up the old shirt from the hem to reveal the blue tank top underneath. The shirt also got tossed toward the couch as she turned her back towards Gavin. Hazel then began to tug on the bottom of the tank top. As she was just about to fully take off the garment, it quickly disappeared from her hands.

“Ah?”

She was startled at the sudden intrusion on her dance floor. Gavin had already thrown the garment on the couch when Hazel turned to investigate. Calloused hands rested on the last piece of clothing on her body, the pajama shorts.

“I thought I would get in on your little striptease,” he said as he nuzzled the back of her neck.

“Oh? Is that so,” she mused.

“Hm, when did you learn how to do something like this?”

“Hehe, that’s my little secret”

(Willow may or may not have been involved with this)

“A secre—,” his breath hitched at the sensation of her rear grinding up against his now growing erection. Hazel’s arms slowly raised and swayed to the beat of the song playing while Gavin’s hands inched their way upward. After successfully capturing her chest, he then lightly kneaded her breasts. He gave a small twist to her pert nipples, causing her to arch back into his body. She never missed a beat despite the apparent foreplay going on. Gavin exhaled sharply as her grinding got a bit more intense.

“Hah… if you keep this up…” he warned as he leaned into her ear, “I might just cum right now…”

Hazel cackled at the statement. Breaking free of her capture, she turned to her husband and clasped his hands in hers.

“Can’t have that, now can we?”

Hazel tugged her husband to the bedroom, snickering mischievously along the way. Gavin managed to get loose from her grip to hastily yank his shirt off. He then tossed it towards his side of the bed as the entered the room. Hazel motioned for him to sit at the foot of the bed, while she proceeded to straddle him across his lap. Strong hands placed themselves on her hips, to which she playfully batted them away.

“Ah, ah,” she teasingly denied him, earning her a frustrated growl from her dejected husband. She then initiated a passionate kiss, his hands trying to stake claim on her hips yet again. She batted them away once again, smirking evilly into their kiss. Gavin broke the kiss suddenly, clearly a bit irritated.

“How long are you going to keep teasing me?”

As much as she wanted to continue the foreplay, she found herself unable to deny him when he gave that pleading look she knew so well.

“What the..?”

Gavin wasn’t expecting to be pushed back on to the bed, let alone have his wife crawl over him towards the head of the bed. Hazel chuckled at his confusion but as she turned to face him, she was stopped abruptly.

“Wait… stay like that.”

“O-okay… ah!”

She gasped at the sudden yank of her shorts off her rear. Gavin proceeded to shed his remaining clothing, tossing them and Hazel’s shorts towards their closet. Rough hands wandered gently up and down her petite frame, with one hand traveling down to her core. A slender digit swiped down and across the little bundle of nerves, eliciting a moan from Hazel. The same digit then slid between her folds and into her slit; she jolted at the sensation.

“You’re already this wet,” Gavin asked, his voice low, just barely audible. He then positioned his length to her entrance. The anticipation had Hazel automatically clenching her walls as he slowly entered her.

“Fuu—ck, ah…” Gavin groaned, his forehead lightly touching between Hazel’s shoulder blades. The expletive concerned Hazel.

“You okay,” she asked breathlessly.

“Y-yeah. You just feel..so..good…..” he gave a raspy response. Thrusts were slow and smooth at first but soon became more erratic and intense. A high-pitched moan escaped from Hazel as Gavin traced circles on her clit. It wasn’t long until she practically screamed his name into her pillow as she came undone. The pulsating walls around his length caused him to unravel, chasing his own release deep inside her. The heavy panting from both of them filled the bedroom. Gavin once again placed his forehead on her upper back, this time leaving a trail of kisses along her spine.

“I love you so much,” he said, still out of breath.

“I love you too,” she purred.

He pulled out and collapsed next to her, strong arms capturing her in his embrace.

“How long has it been since we’ve done this,” Gavin asked while cuddling into the back of her neck.

Hazel pondered a bit.

“A month, probably? Our schedules clashed so bad that we really didn’t have time.”

“Hmm, I don’t…like..that…”

“Hey now, don’t be falling asleep yet,” she chided as she tried to turn to face him. His grip got tighter as he grumbled out “Why?”

Hazel managed to finally turn towards him, gently poking his cheek.

“We still need to get cleaned up first”

Gavin frowned at that and embraced her again.

“But I’m so comfortable and I don’t wanna let you go,” he whined.

“Gavin….,” she chided again, repeatedly poking his cheek.

“Okay, okay, I’m getting up,” he yielded to his wife’s playfulness. Hazel pulled a couple of tissues from the nightstand and did some cleaning up on the both of them before leading Gavin to the bathroom. He took her hand and kissed the ginkgo wedding ring. She blushed a beet red; he chuckled at the sight.

“It makes me happy that I can still get you to blush after all this time.”

After they got out of the shower, Gavin used his Evol to dry his and Hazel’s hair.

“How is that so effective,” she asked, marveling at how quickly her hair dried.

“I don’t know but I’m glad it is,” he shrugged.

Hazel giggled as a small breeze tickled her nose, tender amber eyes smiling at her through the mirror’s reflection. They got into fresh pajamas and got under the covers. Hazel snuggled close to Gavin as he draped his arm over her.

“I love you so, so much, goodnight,” she managed to say before the slumber took over.

“You’re my everything,” his voice lowering to a whisper, “Goodnight my love.”

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