#teen gavin reed

[mytranssnakes]

does anybody have an fic(/edit/art) recs for young gavin reed? like teen gavin, preferably angsty but doesnt have to be.

#gavin reed #detroit become human #detroit evolution #young gavin reed #teen gavin reed #fanfiction recommendation #trans gavin reed #not required but would be cool #pls #guys i need fic recs so bad

[ao3feed-gav900]

Any Last Words?

https://ift.tt/D3YE4wn by honey_deux The words have been written for forever, just above Gavin’s collarbone where the edge of a scar peeks out from under his shirt collar. When people asked, he could say yeah, yeah, it’s just a tattoo he got for himself, because he’s a narcissistic asshole, yeah, his real soulmate tattoo is somewhere else-- “Like on my dick,” he’d said to the last person who asked, and they scoffed and walked away when he waggled his eyebrows. His name. His own fucking name, is what he’d hear before he-- or the person supposed to be the love of his life-- died. Gavin can lie to himself that he doesn’t care, that it doesn’t affect him, but the quotation marks that stare back at him in the mirror say otherwise. Words: 1040, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: M/M Characters: Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, RK900 Android(s) (Detroit: Become Human), Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human) Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate AU, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Soulmate AU where your soulmate's last words are tattooed on your body, Fake RK900, Angst

#AO3feed #dbh #reed900 #gavin reed #rk900

[anna-hawk]

I originally posted this on my side blog, but since I barely use it, I figured I'd do a new post here.

Reader insert masterlist over here

The Punisher / Daredevil

Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

“Suit” series:

“Nice Suit” (E)

“The Curse of the Suit” (E)

“Christmas Sparring” (E)

“The good kind of Pain” (M)

Chaptered fics:

“The Sound of your Voice” (E)

“One On One” (E)

“Red Blossom” (E)

One-shots:

“Death in Devil's Suit” (Not Rated)

“Adrenaline” (E)

“Get it off your chest” (M)

“When the Punisher brings chicken soup to the Devil” (E)

“Red” (E)

“Lonely as you” (E)

“Good Boy” (E)

Detroit: Become Human

Hank Anderson x Connor RK800

“Relaxation”(E)

“Cyberfingers” (E)

“Invisible to the naked eye” (E)

“What if the hug doesn't happen?” (Not Rated)

“Morning After” (E)

Hank Anderson x Connor RK800 x Gavin Reed

“Admit it” (E)

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington

“Why are you smelling me, Hargrove?” (E)

Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

“More than sharing scars” (E)

Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

“That Iron Maiden t-shirt” (T)

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale

“Fourth time's the charm” (E)

#masterlist #ships masterlist #fratt #fratt fanfiction #hankcon #hankvin800 #hannor #hankcon fanfic #sterek #sterek fanfic #harringrove #harringroveson #steddie #harringrove fanfic #mes fics

[kissoflightning]

A Long Way Down

KissOfLightning

Summary:

What were Chris Miller & Gavin Reed up to that night after Hank & Connor took over the investigation at Eden Club?

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

Gen

Fandom:

Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Relationships:

Chris Miller & Gavin Reed

Leo Manfred & Gavin Reed

Characters:

Gavin Reed

Chris Miller

Leo Manfred

Additional Tags:

Leo Needs a Hug

Hurt Leo

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

One Shot

References to Drugs

References to Depression

Suicide Attempt

Gavin Reed Being an Asshole

Chris Miller POV

Language:English

Series: Carl Dies

Published:2023-11-20

Words:2,371

Chapters:1/1

A Long Way Down

Notes:

What were Chris Miller & Gavin Reed up to that night after Hank & Connor took over the investigation at Eden Club?

First half is serious, second half is silly fluff~ Chris Miller gets a POV story like he deserves!   CW: Attempted Suicide

Work Text:

Saturday, November 6th, 2038

Gavin Reed was inspecting the crime scene; the man known as Michael Graham had been found dead at Eden Club. The scene showed the deceased man in a bed with bruises on his neck, and an incapacitated brown haired female Traci android across the room. Gavin examined Michael's corpse closely; the bruising was an indicator the victim had been strangled. "Now the question is..." Gavin speculated out loud as he crossed his arms. "Did the android act with the intent to murder him, or did he just not know when to call it quits? Is the killer a deviant or a defective android that wasn't inspected properly?"

The door to the room whooshed open. As the cop and detective noticed who had entered, Gavin opened with "Lieutenant Anderson and his plastic pet. The fuck are you two doing here?" He sounded confused.

"We've been assigned all cases involving androids." The android informed.

Oh Reed was NOT going to happy about that! "Oh yeah? Well you're wasting your time. Just some pervert who uhh...got more action than he could handle!" Gavin laughed boisterously.

"We'll have a look anyway. If you don't mind." Anderson told him.

Surprisingly Reed did not complain or cause a scene. "Come on let's go." He told Chris. The detective passed between Anderson and Connor wafting his hand in the air. "It's uhh..." He sniffled. "Starting to stink of booze in here." He purposely nudged against the android on his way out.

"Good night Lieutenant." Chris said in farewell before leaving. The cop did not have any personal qualms with Connor; he was polite and seemed to know what he was doing. As for the lieutenant, Chris held respect for him in the highest regard.

Gavin stormed off to the car and slammed the door shut after entering.

Chris settled into his seat. "Well you handled that surprisingly well." He pointed out.

The detective shoulder checked and pulled out of the parking lot. Once Gavin was on the road, he shouted angrily "It wouldn't have done shit if I had an outburst in there! It's FUCKING BULLSHIT Chris! Every time there's a case involving a fucking android, Drunkerson gets it just because he's been paired with that pretentious plastic prick! I'm SUPPOSED to be working in homicide - but my cases keep FUCKING getting taken over by that obnoxious tin can! At this rate I'm going to get my fucking job REPLACED before I can get a promotion!" Gavin angrily slammed his fist on the dash, and lost his grip on the wheel for a moment before it veered to the side.

Chris' heart rate escalated. In panic he exclaimed, "Shit Gavin! You're going to get us killed! How about we stop somewhere for a bit to chill out."

The detective took a heavy sigh. Chris understood Gavin needed to vent, but none of this was his fault. "Okay...there's a place I like to go when I need to think. We'll stop there for a bit." Gavin declared.

As Gavin drove along Ambassador Bridge, Chris noticed a figure standing near the ledge. "Shit! I think that person's about to jump!" Chris warned.

The detective stopped his car and activated his hazard lights. Thankfully there was not much traffic coming through. "Chris, stay a few feet behind me." Gavin ordered while cautiously stepping out of the car. "Hey, you! What are you doing?" He shouted to the individual standing on the ledge.

As the figure looked back and talked to Gavin, they recognized who it was. "I'm going to jump! Please leave me be. I can't go on anymore!" The man's name was Leo; they had seen working at the coffee shop until a few days ago. Chris recalled the detective complaining that everyone there had been replaced by a 'fucking android'.

"I'm with the Detroit Police Department. As per the law, I can't allow you to do that." Gavin stated.

"Why the fuck is taking my own life against the law anyway? I'm not hurting anyone except myself." Leo retorted.

"Firstly that's likely not true; you're hurting those that care about you. Secondly, if suicide wasn't illegal, there would be no way for us to intervene." Gavin argued.

"You're wrong on the first part; nobody fucking cares about me. Both my parents are dead and I don't have any fucking friends! I'm going through Red Ice withdrawal and I'll never make it out on my own. I'm better off dead."

Gavin's hands were shaking...he seemed really worried. He was probably fond of Leo, as Chris was; seeing the same people on practically a daily basis, you naturally grow attached to them. Despite Gavin being irritating seventy percent of the time, Chris saw him as his friend, and he would despair if something were to happen to him.

"I've been where you are Leo! You don't need to do this! It feels like you have nothing now but...hell my parents are alive, but they're fucking dead to me. I've been through hell and back, but I had the strength to pull myself out!" Gavin exclaimed. Was he really telling the truth? Or was this all part of an act to convince Leo not to jump?

"Well I'm not strong like you Detective Reed! I can't even function without Red Ice! I blamed the android but..." Tears streamed from Leo's eyes. "My dad DIED because of me! I broke into his mansion and stressed him out while I was high on that shit! He died of a heart attack." As Leo broke into a sob, Gavin cautiously moved closer, and Leo noticed. "Don't fucking come any closer! I'll really do it!" The man threatened, but his whole body was trembling.

Gavin took the gamble and gradually inched closer. "Don't do it. We can talk this over. We can get you some help."

"I'm a worthless piece of shit." Leo closed his eyes for a moment and steadied his stance. "I'm better off dead." As soon as Leo closed his eyes, Chris took the opportunity to sprint towards him.

Leo stepped over the edge, and Gavin lunged forward catching the man's right arm. However, Leo slipped off anyway due to the wet terrain resulting from the storm. "Shit.. I'm losing my...CHRIS!" Gavin shouted frantically.

"Help me. I don't want to die!" Leo exclaimed.

Just in time Chris clutched onto Leo's left arm, and Gavin readjusted his grip on Leo's right. "Okay on one...PULL!" Gavin ordered as they pulled Leo back up.

They were successful in their endeavor and in the aftermath, the three men were heaving. After catching their breath, Leo was trembling. "I...I'm so sorry. Thank you for saving me." He gasped with weariness in his breath.

"All in a day's work!" Gavin said cheerily as he smirked and did that weird double wink. For the life of him, Chris had no idea why Gavin thought that was appealing.

"How are you feeling?" Chris checked in on Leo.

"A bit traumatized but better...I think. I'm starving actually." Leo stated.

"Anyone feeling like going to Denny's?" Gavin asked the group.

"I could eat." Chris answered with a grin.

Gavin and Chris were seated in a booth beside each other and across from Leo. The officer was staring at the menu, having flipped through the whole thing over four times. "You decided what you wanted to eat yet, or are you going to continue reading that menu like it's a fucking novel?" Reed complained.

Chris always struggled with deciding what to eat. "Uhh...uhh."

"Just fucking pick something god dammit! I'm starving!" Gavin groaned.

The waitress approached, "Hi, my name is Tabitha, and I'll be your server today! Are you all ready to order?"

"Thank fuck! An actual human waitress! Yes, we're ready to order, right?" Gavin responded, checking in with Chris and Leo.

"Oh yeah! I know what I want!" Leo said cheerily. "Gimme a chicken tenders and fries. Hold on the gravy - your gravy tastes like shit!"

"And what are you having to drink?" She asked.

"I'll have a hot chocolate! Make it extra chocolatey if you can! With marshmallows, whipped cream, and sprinkles." He answered with a cheeky grin.

"Sure I can throw some Oreo chunks on top of it too for no extra charge if you'd like." She offered.

"Oh FUCK YEAH!" Leo chortled enthusiastically.

"What are you, nine?" Gavin ridiculed.

"It's my go-to drink when I've had a rough night, alright!" Leo protested. "Geez for a person who's trying to convince me to continue living, you're doing a terrible fucking job!"

Chris smirked. "That's just the way Gavin is. I think if he went five minutes without being an asshole, he'd spontaneously combust!"

Leo laughed at that.

"I'll have what he's having." Chris added. Chicken tenders and fries did not sound half bad, but the image of that hot chocolate was dancing in his head.

"And you?" The waitress asked Reed.

"I'll have a lumberjack slam with eggs over easy, and rye bread." Gavin ordered.

"And to drink?"

"I'll have a beer, like a REAL man. Pint of Guinness."

After the server left, Gavin stated directed at Leo, "I hadn't seen you at Starbuck's recently. When we were there it seemed to be completely taken over by androids. It's shitty your job got replaced by those fucking things!"

"I wasn't replaced. I was fired. I'm not surprised in the fucking least that the shitty manager wouldn't bother to hire any more humans. Sheryl and I were the only ones left. Some asshat decided to throw hot coffee on her because it 'tasted old'. She ran out crying. I jumped over the counter and beat the shit out of him." Leo explained.

"I'd imagine it'd be hard to keep a job after that." Chris concluded.

"Yeah, no shit. It wasn't the first time I messed up at work. I can't put up with that fucking shit at all without Red Ice. I've only gone 24 hours without it and I'm losing my fucking mind! I can't sober up on my own...I can't do it. And I have no-one...that's why I..." Leo expressed as he seemed like he was about to cry.

"Listen, if you need someone for emotional support. I'll be there. I don't have a fancy place, but you can stay in my apartment for a little while, and give you a chance to go through rehab." Gavin's tone softened to Chris' surprise. What could his ulterior motive be this time?

"Really, you'd let me stay with you? It'd be great to not be alone right now." Leo responded. Tabitha came up to the table with their food. Leo rubbed his hands together as he gleefully shouted "Thank fuck! I'm starving!"

"First the hot chocolate for the cutie." The server announced placing the drink on the table near Leo.

"Hey, what about me?" Gavin protested.

Blatantly ignoring him, Tabitha proceeded, "And the second hot chocolate for the handsome gentleman over here."

"Oh I get it! I must be the hottie then." Gavin assumed.

"And Guinness for the asshole." She deadpanned.

"The...hot asshole?"

"The average-looking asshole." She deadpanned once more before handing over the food. Her tone brightened back up as she cautioned "Careful sweeties, it's hot!" She glared at Gavin, "Except for you, you can burn your hands."

Chris and Leo laughed heartily. "Okay, that settles it! I'm paying for the whole table so I can give you a proper tip!"

Gavin turned to Chris and glared at him as the server left. The detective shook his head and shrugged. "She must just have terrible taste."

"Yeah, you keep thinking that." Chris sassed as he took a sip of his hot chocolate.

"Fuck you Chris." Gavin grumbled.

"No thank you!" Chris replied. Leo belted out laughing.

"What about you, Leo?" Gavin asked as the man was sipping his beverage, pulling away and leaving a whipped cream moustache.

"Huh?" He responded.

"Do you think I'm attractive?" Gavin clarified.

"Oh- yeah I do!" Leo confirmed.

"See?"

"But I also have a terrible taste in men." Leo added with a giggle. Gavin frowned and Chris laughed.

After taking another sip of his hot drink, Chris stated, "Well your taste in men is nothing like your taste in drinks. This is damn delicious!"

"Can I try it?" Gavin asked Chris sheepishly.

"No. Thought you said men only drink beer!" Chris scoffed.

"Leo?"

"Nah! This is all mine! Order your own!" Leo told him.

"Pfft!" Gavin huffed.

After finishing their meal, a familiar Dean Martin tune played on the radio. Lay some happiness on me. Soon the brighter side, you'll see! No more loneliness to be! Lay some happiness on me. Leo started bobbing side to side. "Hey, this old ass song is pretty nice."

Chris expected the detective to make some snarky comment, but instead his gaze was focused on Leo. If the officer was not seeing it first hand, he would never believe that Gavin Reed could actually smile.

Tabitha came back to the table with a tray of dessert. "Three slices of apple pie on the house." The waitress announced as she placed them down. She looked at Reed. "You're actually a sight for sore eyes with that smile!"

Leo had taken a bite of his apple pie and complimented, "This pie is BITCHIN'! Thanks for the free dessert!"

"I'm glad you like it! Here's the bill. Pay whenever you're ready!" She smiled at Chris as she left the statement with him.

"Excellent service! We'll absolutely be coming back." Chris complimented. After the server left, Chris noticed that not only was Reed's gaze focused on Leo, but they were reciprocating with a soft smile. The officer thought back to when he first met his wife; she was a waitress at a diner when they first met and they looked lovingly at each other just like that. Chris looked forward to coming home and snuggling in bed with his beautiful wife. In the morning he would tell her and Damian about how his day went. He took part in saving someone's life today. For the time being, it felt like everything was going to be alright; he had not felt this blissful in a long time.

[The End]

Notes:

The second two thirds of this became an eating at Denny's scene with almost no actual plot, but I felt so fuzzy when writing this! I hope you enjoyed it too!

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#kol: fanfic #ao3 #dbh fanfic #fanfiction #gavin reed #chris miller #leo manfred #hank anderson #connor rk800 #eden club #Denny's #wholesome #writing #dbh #detroit: become human #dbh gavin #gavin dbh #dbh gavin reed #gavinreed #dbh leo #dbh chris miller

[p3ski]

GAVIN

Graphic Violence (18+)

DBH x Carrie (2013) AU

Pairing: RK900/Gavin Reed

Tags: Teen Romance, Teen Crush, First Love, First Kiss, Alternate Universe - High School, Heavy Angst

Read on AO3 here:

Warnings: Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Themes of Abuse, Religious Fanaticism 

Summary: Gavin Reed is a lonely teenage boy - bullied relentlessly at school and kept firmly in check at home by his fanatical mother - but there is a fire inside of him which begs for release. After an incident in the school showers, this fire presents itself as a newfound ability. Will he take advantage of this unexpected change to punish those who have wronged him?

Written as a request for @princessoflove978

Word Count: 8.4K

Gavin had been leaving the school gymnasium earlier that day when a sudden downpour drenched him. For a moment, this had left him confused. The sky above was clear, free of clouds, and there had been no rain forecasted. Then, he heard the sounds of laughter from the stairwell above - and felt the telling stickiness as he touched the front of his uniform. 

As he stood in the locker room showers, vigorously scrubbing himself, he concluded that the liquid was most likely juice. It had left his skin with a faint orange hue and refused to come off despite his best efforts.

Although he hadn't caught sight of the culprits, he was confident he knew who they were: Richard Perkins and the rest of his slack-jawed goons. A group of students who seemed intent on making his life a misery. 

He had long since surmised that their thuggish behaviour was compensation for a collective lack of brain cells. In fact, the only member of the group who seemed capable of any higher cognition was Connor Anderson.

Connor never appeared to gel with the group's contentious reputation. He would often linger in the background of their antics, acting as a silent observer. It was a stance that seemed influenced, at least in part, by being Mr Anderson's son: their gym coach and homeroom teacher. Regardless, it did not exonerate him from culpability, as he was still complicit.

Gavin continued to wash until the chill of the water became unbearable. Switching off the tap, he grabbed a nearby towel and began to dry himself off. He grimaced as he noted the lingering tackiness that clung to his hair but accepted that it would have to suffice.

He'd held off for as long as he could after class, waiting until the locker room was cleared, but he knew it was just a matter of time before Richard and his friends sought him out again. If he wished to avoid being cornered, he would need to make a swift exit.

Using a bin liner he had swiped from the janitor's closet, he bagged his sticky gym clothes and placed them in his backpack. He started to dress but had only just secured the buttons on his jeans when the doors to the locker room slammed open - accompanied by loud, jeering voices. 

As he entered the field of vision of the encroaching figures, the noises stopped, replaced by a tense silence. Then, a sneering address cut through, dripping with faux sweetness:

"Well, would you look who it is? Enjoy your bath, Reed?”

Gavin kept his head down and continued to dress himself, not wishing to give Richard the satisfaction of rising to the bait. He knew that the boy was more than aware of his fiery temper and took great joy in exploiting it for his own amusement. 

As he reached for the nearby bench to retrieve his shirt, one of Richard's larger cronies moved in to snatch it, hoisting it above his head. There was a flair of anger, but Gavin tempered it, as he firmly clenched his jaw.

"Give it back.”

The bully sneered as his lips twisted into a malicious grin. "Why should I? It's not yours." With a swift movement, the shirt was tossed to another boy, who caught it effortlessly.

“Yes, it is”, he replied, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. 

The shirt was one of the few possessions Gavin could claim proud ownership of.  Every Sunday, after mass, he would be entrusted to stay for the after-service youth group, provided just enough money to make his way back home. 

Instead, he had taken to using the time for extended walks around town, sneaking visits to the stores in the absence of his mother's watchful supervision. The shirt had been purchased on one of these trips, with the savings accumulated from weeks of unspent bus fare. 

“Don't see your name in it - and we know your nutjob mother likes to label your clothes.” 

The shirt continued to be passed around, until it landed in the hands of Connor. The boy tensed, staring down at the garment, as his expression morphed into a mixture of guilt and pity. His non-action appeared to have earned the contempt of the group’s leader, who sneered at him:

"Anderson, what the Hell are you doing? Napping?” Richard snatched the shirt away, doing so with enough force that it caused an audible tear. 

“Don't.” 

The plea had left his mouth before Gavin could stop it and was met with uproarious laughter from the group. 

Richard's eyes sparkled with sadistic intent. “Don't what - this?” He tugged the sides of the shirt with deliberate slowness, and the fabric began to split down the middle. 

It sent a chill down Gavin's spine, and he could no longer contain himself. Lunging forward, he bared his teeth, snarling viciously, "Give it back, you fucking asshole!”

He was restrained by two of Richard's friends, their biceps hooked under his arms. His slight, gaunt frame offered little resistance as he was hoisted effortlessly off the ground. Gavin fought back, writhing and screaming, no longer concerned about the taunts his actions were earning him.

“Awwww, you gonna cry, freak?”

“Look at his face, he's going bright red!” 

He wished the ceiling could crash down, crushing Richard and the rest of his friends under its weight. Freed from his captors, he would stride forward, pulling his t-shirt out of the rubble from still-twitching fingers. 

“Stop!”

The fluorescent bulbs above them surged,  crackling like logs on a fire before exploding into pieces. Their glass casings also shattered, cascading down in jagged fragments.

"What the Hell?" Richard and the group scrambled for cover, quickly shielding themselves.

As he was dropped unceremoniously to the floor, Gavin stood motionless for a moment - before mirroring their defensive actions, reaching up to guard his face. This proved unnecessary, as the glass seemed to curve in an arch around him. He watched as shards hung in the air, suspended, before falling into harmless piles at his feet.

That was the day Gavin realised he was different - and not just in the ways that his peers would torment him for. He was special. 

***

In the days following the incident, he began to test his newfound abilities whenever the opportunity arose. One night, after dinner, he was sent to complete his usual task of cleaning the dirty dishes. However, this time, the sponge and water appeared to guide themselves without him so much as lifting a finger. 

On another occasion, a child had cycled past him on a worn-out yellow bike, hurling juvenile taunts. With the slightest movement of his head, Gavin had made him tumble off - watching with glee as his body scraped against the unforgiving pavement, covering him in cuts and grazes.

For the first time since losing his father, Gavin no longer felt consumed by loneliness or fear. Now, he felt powerful. 

This sense of empowerment only dimmed as he walked through the doors of his high school. His arrival was met with pointed stares and a flurry of harsh whispers. A swift reminder of just how little his peers thought of him. To them, he was still ‘Reed the Weed’ - with a bark far worse than his bite could ever hope to be. 

Except now they were wrong. He possessed a sort of power that they couldn't fathom. Something he could unleash with even the slightest provocation.

I could make them pay for everything they’ve done to me. 

The sinister voice whispered in his ear, tempting him to fulfil his darkest desires, but his conscious mind stopped it. He knew what his mother would say - what she would call his new powers and the compulsions that came with them - if only she knew. 

He grabbed a stack of books from his locker, slamming it shut with force. As he did, a familiar but unwelcome face came into view. A taut smile spread across it as brown eyes shone expectantly. 

“Hey, Ree - uh, Gavin, right?”

Connor's expression masqueraded itself as friendly, but Gavin knew better. He pushed past him with a scowl, making contact in a forceful shoulder check. He knew the other boy would never risk a physical retaliation - not with so many witnesses. 

“Fuck off and leave me alone.” 

Seemingly realising Gavin had no intent to engage further, Connor acted swiftly. He moved to intercept his path whilst also maintaining a respectful distance. 

“I know what you’re thinking, but Richard hasn’t sent me - I promise.” He raised his hands placatingly, and the motion brought attention to the bandages wrapping his palms. 

Gavin felt a twisted sense of pride, knowing he was the one who had caused the injuries but fought hard to make sure that this didn't show through his expression. 

“I just wanted to see how you were doing…after what happened in the locker room.”

“You didn’t give a damn when it was happening”, Gavin shot back coldly. “Save your breath, I’m not Mr. Anderson. I know you're a snake; you don't have to pretend.”

He darted to one side, trying to sidestep him, but Connor followed, matching his pace. “I know I should have said something. It wasn’t fair”, he babbled in apology. 

This only riled Gavin up further. He broke into a sardonic grin, laughing humourlessly. “Oh, I'm soooooo sorry. It seems I've misjudged you”, he simpered mockingly before leaning in with narrowed eyes. “You're not a snake - just a coward.”

Connor winced, sinking into himself. “I know, and I'm sorry… Dad gave me a pretty hard time over it. Nolan, too, when I told him.”

Gavin tensed, feeling his face burn at the name. Nolan - or ‘Nines’ as their classmates had taken to calling him - was a sensitive subject. Despite all his animosity for Connor, he found himself hopelessly smitten with his sibling and had been for quite some time.

Not wishing to give Richard any more ammunition, he worked hard to conceal his feelings - and so far, his efforts had proved successful. Connor, much to his chagrin, was far more perceptive. He had caught the telling glimmer of interest in Gavin's eyes before he could avert his gaze.

"Look, I'm just glad you're okay," he said, but there was an unspoken intrigue in his tone.

There was no opportunity to expand on this as Principal Fowler came charging down the hall, watchful eyes on the prowl for lingering truants. 

“Reed, Anderson!” his loud, authoritative voice called out to them. “Get to class immediately.”

The address startled Gavin, as it had only just occurred to him how much time had passed since the bell. Clearly, the revelation had only just dawned on Connor as well, as his eyes bulged wide in surprise. He turned on his heel obediently and babbled out a hurried apology. 

“Of course, sir. I'm sorry, I lost track of time.” Holding tight to the strap of his satchel, he appeared to be ready to make his exit. As he walked away, he shot Gavin one final, curious glance over his shoulder.

***

With the exception of the encounter with Connor, Richard and his gang appeared to be keeping a distance - much to Gavin's delight. Of course, they'd have no way of knowing he’d been responsible for what happened in the locker room, but perhaps the association alone had been enough to deter them for a while. 

This did not prevent the occasional covert taunt, of course, as the tiny paper balls currently being pelted at his head could contest to. Gavin leaned across his desk, burying himself in the crook of his arms as he tried his best to ignore it.

As his focus trailed idly around their homeroom, he caught sight of the wall-mounted clock below the bell and immediately fixated on it. Every second that ticked down brought him closer to the end of his day. Then, he could head home, retreat to the privacy of his bedroom, and continue to hone his newfound craft. 

Another, particularly hard, pelt struck the back of his head, and he snapped his attention around, glaring daggers at the person who'd thrown it. Chase Michaels, one of Richard's friends, turned away as he did so, pretending to whistle nonchalantly.

Then, Gavin noticed something behind Chase's head: A glossy poster, which had been hastily pinned to the class notice board. It depicted a smiling couple dancing against a vibrant backdrop of balloons and strobe lights. Suspended above their heads was a banner adorned in delicate cursive letters:

Class of 2013

Senior Prom

Saturday 25th May at 7 p.m.

Gavin glared, his nose wrinkling in displeasure. He could only imagine what the event might entail. The girls feigning innocence in candid exchanges as the boys strutted around like peacocks, desperately vying for their attention. 

It was the sort of shameless, hedonistic display that his mother had taught him to be disgusted by - and he knew he ought to be - but a part of him, however small, longed to participate. 

As Gavin retreated into his mind, the joyful couple on the poster began to warp and blur until they were nothing but vague shapes. When they slowly came back into focus, their features had been changed, tailored to his own desires. 

He saw himself in the position the girl had once held, dressed in a well-fitted suit, as he beamed up joyfully at his dance partner. The other boy looked back at him, grey eyes filled with longing, as their fingers intertwined.

Then, the figures began to move, seamlessly keeping in step with one another. This carried on for a while until Gavin was dipped back, and his partner leaned in, ready to claim his lips -

“Gavin Reed,” a voice interrupted. “I've called your name five times. Are you present or not?”

The fantasy was prematurely aborted as he found himself back in the classroom, bolting to attention in his seat. The hurried action caused him to knock one of his textbooks onto the floor, and it hit the linoleum with a harsh thud. 

A couple of students snickered, exchanging glances and shielded exchanges. The indistinct murmurs resonated like screams in his head, and Gavin gripped the side of his desk.

Mr Anderson was staring at him, visibly perplexed, as he raised an eyebrow. “Looking a little flushed there, son. Get a fly stuck in your throat while you were gawkin’?” 

Gavin suspected this was meant as a joke, but one that was hopelessly misguided, as it did nothing but open him up to further mockery. The candid whispers lost their subtlety as the exchanges became more transparent:

“Did you see his teeth? Fucking gross.”

“Seriously, does he even brush? Or does hygiene go against his religion?”

It started a chain reaction of gossip, spreading through the room like a tidal wave until it was completely engulfed. His hold on the desk increased as rogue splinters dug their way into his palms. 

He imagined the floors around them caving and hurling the rest of the students down through the air as he floated safely above them. Their desks falling in sequence, crashing and breaking, along with their bodies. 

I could make it happen. It would be so easy -

A subtle tremble shook his desk, one that nobody seemed to notice, as errant pencils rolled and tumbled, meeting his book on the ground. 

“That wasn't funny”, a voice called out, causing all the others to slowly taper off. It was rich and warm, like melted chocolate, feeling almost indulgent to listen to.

It had come from Nines, who was currently sitting reclined in his chair, tapping the end of a pencil thoughtfully against his lips. He shot their teacher a pointed look. “You've been using the same joke since Connor and I were kids. Come up with some new material, Dad.”

The roll call was cut short as the bell for the next period rang out. Gavin quickly shot to his feet, marching hurriedly out the door as he resisted the temptation to glance back at his unexpected saviour. 

As he emerged into the hall, ready to round the corner toward his physics class, a firm hand gripped his shoulder. 

“Wait a second.”

Gavin tensed under the touch as he could feel his heart pound ferociously within his rib cage. With a shaky breath, he glanced back, only to be met with focused grey eyes. Just as bright and intense as they had been in his fantasy.

“Don't pay them any attention”, he said smoothly. “They're a bunch of idiots who’ll be lucky to  graduate.”

He looked back at Nines for a moment, his mouth gaping open and closed dumbly, before he snapped himself out of his stupor. “If you want me to say ‘thank you’, I'm not going to. So fuck off.”

Nines seemed to waver a bit before his confident demeanour quickly returned. “No need to be nasty. I just did you a favour.”

“And I already told you, I don't care. Get someone else to stroke your ego.”

Unlike his brother, when Gavin tried to pull away, Nines was far more forceful. Taking advantage of his towering height, he reached his long arms towards him and caged his body against a set of nearby lockers. 

The sudden proximity sent Gavin into an emotional frenzy. He could feel the heat radiate off Nines’ body as he was assaulted with the scent of his rich, woody cologne.  

“I saw you looking at the prom poster”, he said, getting straight to the point. “Are you coming?”

Gavin bristled at the question as he glared back at him, frowning deeply. “No.”

“That's a shame. It would have been nice to see you.”

Gavin was struck with a familiar feeling. A looming foreboding that always came when he was being set up for something. “Yeah, I bet.” The words were hissed through gritted teeth as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You and your brother and his shithead friends. I'm sure they'd all love to see me. Make me feel real welcome.”

“Perkins won't be there. Or the rest.” 

“Why the hell not?”

“Connor sold them out to Principal Fowler. Told him about what they did to you”, Nines explained before his lip twitched into a subtle smirk. “Got in a bit of shit for it himself, though. He'll be serving after-school detention for the next month.” 

Suddenly, Richard's unexplained distancing was making more sense. 

He had been barred from the biggest social event of their schooling and probably faced further repercussions if he stepped out of line. Only when his menacing behaviour sought to bite him back did he show a willingness to stop. The realisation made Gavin feel sick. 

“Dad was livid”, Nines continued, entirely unaware of this inner dialogue. “Insisted the punishment wasn't harsh enough.”

“I don't give a shit about your dad - or your dickhead brother.”

“Connor is a good guy, really”, Nines breezed, not so much as flinching at the hostility levelled towards his sibling. “I just wish he would keep better company.”

“Maybe if he really was a good guy, he'd go and do that.” Gavin writhed against the locker dials, which were now digging grooves into his back. “Now let me go. I'm going to be late for class.”

Nines paused for a moment, studying his face. “Why are you so angry all the time?” 

The question struck a nerve, as it was one that he had no clear answer to. 

Even before his father had died, before all of the abuse had started, his mother had always compared his wrath to that of King Saul. Telling him he would fall to his sword, just as Saul did - and there was nothing he could do to stop this. All he could hope for was that God would forgive him, freeing him from the burdens of rage and jealousy in eternity. 

“Not everyone is out to get you. You know that, right?”

“Could have fooled me,” Gavin spat, his gnarled nails digging grooves into his palms. “Look, I don't know what you're trying to achieve here, but I'm guessing Connor put you up to it.”

“Not at all.” The response came quick and calm, with a tone that indicated no hint of dishonesty. “I'd want to make you feel welcome, if you wanted to go to prom.”

“Well, I don't want to.”

“Are you sure?” Nines asked, leaning in closer. “Not even if I took you?”

Gavin tensed as the world seemed to halt around him. He tried to speak, but his mouth went dry, and he backed himself further against the lockers.

“I'd like to take you if you're interested.”

“I'm not.”

“Just think about it”, Nines implored before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. “I'll give you my number, and then you can text me if you change your mind.”

Gavin was hit by a wave of embarrassment. “I can't do that. I don't have a phone.”

This revelation caused Nines to falter. His eyebrows raised in disbelief as his eyes subtly widened before his expression relaxed again. “That's okay. Do you have a landline? You can call me on that.”

“...Yeah, I do.”

Nines seemed to brighten at this, flashing a charming, crooked smile. “Do you have a pen?”

Gavin shrugged off his backpack, his hands trembling with nerves as he slowly zipped it open, retrieving one of his pens and handing it over. Nines accepted it with a polite nod before delicately grasping his hand.

“What are you doing?” Gavin questioned as he felt his breath hitch.

Using his free hand, Nines began to pen his phone number across his skin, humming in satisfaction once he'd finished. 

“I'll wait to hear from you.”

***

As he sat at the dinner table that evening, he found his finger repeatedly tracing the digits of Nines’ phone number as though hoping to etch them into his skin. It didn't take long for his mother to notice, and she brought her fork away from her mouth, pointing over:

“What's that on your hand?”

Gavin flinched and quickly pulled his sleeve down, shielding the numbers from her view. “Nothing, mother.”

The woman looked at him for a moment longer, her beady eyes narrowed and scrutinising, before returning attention back to her dinner. Gavin couldn't bring himself to care about food, still thinking of his conversation with Nines and the offer he had made to him. 

He stared down into his lap as his hands balled into fists. With a shaky breath, he closed his eyes and steeled himself to speak again. 

“I've been invited to prom.” 

The fork that his mother was holding was dropped abruptly, falling onto her plate with a sharp clank. “What was that?” 

“Prom”, Gavin repeated, trying to disguise the tremble in his voice. “You know, the end-of-year dance? Someone in my homeroom asked if I want to -”

“You won't be going.” His mother replied with a stern finality. “Now eat; your food is getting cold.”

The grip of his fists tightened as he slowly raised his head. “Why not?”

“Dances are worldly, filled with temptation”, she hissed contemptuously, picking up her knife and brandishing it towards him. “A breeding ground for immortality, of sinful influences.”

“I understand that,” Gavin began, trying his best to remain calm. “but it's a school dance; there will be teachers to supervise.”

“You expect me to trust your teachers to refrain from their own indulgences? They are as guilty as the rest.”

“I'm the only person who isn't going. I never get to go to anything.”

“If I let you go, then I let you stray from the righteous path, and I will not allow that.” 

He felt his blood run cold. Let. Allow. As though it were her choice, she laid claim to his freedom and autonomy. 

“I’m not asking,” Gavin said coldly, eyes determined. “I’m telling you. Someone has invited me, and I'm going with them. That's my decision.”

“How dare you speak to me like that?” she hissed back viciously. “This is why your father isn't here anymore. Your anger, your sin - ”

Her blame dug into him like a twisting blade, prompting him to retaliate. “Fuck you”, Gavin spat out, his breathing heavy and laboured. “I don't have to listen to this. Not anymore.”

The table began to shake. Gentle tremors built in intensity until its rickety legs creaked incessantly, threatening to buckle. He watched his mother's eyes widen, her lips parting to speak again, when her chair was pulled away from the table, carrying her with it.

“What’s happening?” she muttered, fearful eyes darting across the room. “Gavin, help -” 

The words died on her tongue as she met with his focused, hateful gaze. He raised his hand, pulling the chair from the ground and lifting it into the air as she clung to the weathered wood.

“I’m going, and you can't stop me.”

His mother remained silent, her eyes fixed on him, as her mouth shaped out a string of prayers. With a grunt of frustration and a deft twitch of fingers, he lurched the chair forward, threatening to tip her off. She yelped at the violent movement before bobbing her head in agreement. The motions were large and frantic, as though exemplifying her compliance. 

“O-Of course”, she stammered. 

He lowered the chair with delicate precision,  bringing it back to the ground. Even when her feet had touched the carpet, she continued to grip the frame. Her body was rigid and unmoving as if locked in position. 

As he strode towards her, she flinched, and he took note of the reaction with fiendish pleasure. He circled her chair, suppressing a cackle, before making his way into the kitchen. “I need to make a call. Don't move.” 

The phone rang out for quite some time before he received a response. When he did, the voice that addressed him was airy and feminine: 

“Hello?”

Gavin felt himself deflate as a grim realisation struck. It had all been a trick, another twisted joke at his expense. Readying himself to hang up the call, there was a sudden rush of noise in the background, followed by a second voice - one that he recognised:

“Nolan speaking.”

His hope reignited, and after a moment of hesitancy, he began to speak. “...I’ll go with you”, he mumbled, his jaw clenched tight with nerves. “To prom. I want to go.”

“Gavin?” Nines replied, sounding more than a little surprised. “I’m glad you called. Sorry about the mix-up. We've got our cousin staying over. She's a nightmare, no sense of boundaries.”

“Do you want to meet me here? On Saturday?”

There was a momentary pause before Nines began to chuckle down the receiver. “Yeah - I'll pick you up in something nice. Don't worry; I know how to treat my dates.”

Gavin hung on the end of the sentence, a knot forming in his stomach. ‘Dates’ seemed to imply that it was a frequent occurrence, as though sweeping people off their feet came to him naturally. At the same time, there was an implicit confirmation that Nines had more than platonic intentions when he had extended his invitation.

“Right.” He tried to sound casual, but it proved difficult with the weighty lump that had formed in his throat. “I'll see you then.” 

***

Choosing an outfit for the dance had proved a challenge. Gavin’s wardrobe was woefully sparse, mainly consisting of worn-out offerings from the local thrift shop. The options for formal wear were even more limited. 

There was a tired brown jacket with a shabby lapel, which he typically wore to Church, or a decidedly sleeker black suit he wore to his father's funeral. After a fleeting deliberation, he chose the latter.

When it had first been purchased, the jacket had swamped him - and while he still failed to fill it perfectly, he was reasonably satisfied with the look it achieved. The excess material helped mask his gauntness, lending him a more stocky appearance. While he didn't own anything in the way of hair products, he had combed the typically unruly strands into a more controlled, slick-back style, using water to keep it in place. 

Surveying himself in the mirror, he was pleasantly surprised. Had it not been for some of his more unsightly features, including the prominent scar on his nose and the deep-set bags under his eyes, he might have even passed for attractive.

There was a nervous tap on his door, and Gavin felt his contentment waver. With a disgruntled tut, he twitched his head, compelling the door to open. His mother stood before him, trembling. 

“Don't go, Gavin”, she pleaded weakly, “Stay here, we can fix this.”

“There's nothing to fix. I'm great.”

“You’re a demon.” Her words sounded choked as she said this, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. “We can pray for the Lord's forgiveness, ask that he rid you of this curse.”

There was a distinctive roar of an engine as a car pulled up outside. As Gavin stole a peek through the window, it soon became apparent that there had been no exaggeration in Nines’ promise. A white limousine with sleek black accents and tinted windows was parked on the curb. His heart leapt with nervous excitement, and with a final adjustment of his tie, he was ready to leave. 

As he turned around, he was dismayed to find that his mother stood in the doorway, her chest puffed out in defiance. “If you leave now, you'll never be forgiven.”

With a dismissive roll of his eyes, he flicked his hand out in a sweeping gesture, and his mother followed with it, her shoulder clipping the doorway. Marching past, he took no notice as she chased him, spewing out frantic warnings. “It's a trick, don't let them fool you! They’re all going to laugh -”

The final words were trapped in her throat as it was closed by an invisible force. Gavin flung her back by her neck, propelling her into a nearby wall before making his way out of the house.

***

Sat in the back of the limousine, Gavin could feel his nerves beginning to mount. His nails dug into his thighs, catching the threads of his dress pants. He silently weighed up his options as they drew closer to their destination. Perhaps if he focused his attention, he could stall the car's engine - or cause a small-scale collision on the road. Nothing cataclysmic, but just enough to delay their arrival, giving him a chance to calm down. 

In addition, it meant he could spend more time alone with the handsome boy sitting next to him. 

Nines, as could have been predicted, looked stunning, dressed in a tailored slate-grey suit. It struck Gavin just how improbable their current situation was. He could have had anyone he wanted, yet he had chosen him - the social pariah of the school. Even in a reality where he had not been bestowed with his extraordinary abilities, this alone would have been enough to make him feel special. 

As they arrived at the prom, stepping out of the car, they were met with several questioning looks. Nines stood proudly to his side, leaning over to speak in his ear, offering words of reassurance: “Don't be nervous, I've got you.”

Gavin tried to look away, feigning indifference, until Nines stepped out before him and smoothly offered his arm. All of his defences melted away as a result of the simple action. He felt lightheaded as the other boy waited, looking expectant.

He nodded, albeit grunting as he did so. Nines grinned in victory, wide and bright, before skillfully linking their arms together.

They walked together into the venue and were accosted by even more stares and whispers. Nines seemed entirely unfazed, keeping his back straight and chin raised when a gleeful voice called out his name:

“Nolan, over here!” 

Connor was sat by the entrance on a fold-out metal chair, practically vibrating in excitement. The desk he was manning boasted a notice board as well as a large red ballot box. Nines smiled at his brother before zoning in on the board. 

“...Are they seriously still doing that?” He sighed, accompanied by a dismissive eye roll. “Prom King and Queen? Seems a bit backwards. I thought we were living in the 21st Century.”

His brother chuckled at this. “I agree - which is why I've added you two as candidates.” He reached underneath the table, revealing a fresh stack of papers before hoisting them proudly into his arms.

Gavin trained on the pile dubiously, a sense of apprehension creeping in. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

“We thought it might be a nice change of pace”, Another, more mature voice explained. 

Mr Anderson came into view, nodding with subtle approval at Nines and Gavin before pressing a firm hand to Connor's shoulder. “Spoke to Principal Fowler about it, and he agreed it was an outdated system. Don't worry, there won't be any funny business. Isn't that right , son?” 

There was a cutting sharpness to the words as his large hand subtly tightened its hold. 

Connor winced under the touch, eyes darting between his father and brother, who were both shooting him pointed looks. “...No funny business”, he promised. 

“Well, there's only one reasonable thing to do, then.” Nines fished a blank sheet from the top of the stack before setting it down on the table and marking his selection. He carefully folded the sheet and fed it into the ballot box.

As they left to find somewhere to sit, Nines made no further mention of this, falling silent. This left Gavin a little subdued, yearning for the return of the comforting voice, as a lingering curiosity also built. 

Looking across the table, he compelled himself forward and opened his mouth to speak. “Who did you vote for?”

Nines seemed a little focused at first, his eyebrows knitted together, before relaxing into a look of realisation. After mouthing a small ‘ah’, he began to reply. “Us, obviously.”

To Gavin, there seemed to be nothing obvious about this statement. His mouth gaped open and closed before pressing for elaboration. “Why?” 

“Because I don't believe in false modesty,” Nines said back casually before his lips pulled into a smirk. In a playful gesture, he leant over, softly nudging his date. “Besides, we might win.”

“What happens if we do?”

“We head to the stage, and we give a speech.” Nines gestured to the front of the hall, where the stage in question was situated. “They used to do crowns and sashes, but it's just trophies this year.”

Gavin sunk into his chair. The thought of having to go on stage, presenting himself to the entirety of their peer group, filled him with an immeasurable sense of dread.

“They'll laugh at me”, he mumbled grimly, echoing his mother's previous sentiments.

“No, they won't, you look amazing.”

This was almost certainly an exaggeration, but the fluidly delivered compliment filled Gavin with warmth nonetheless. He felt it creep onto his face, radiating his cheeks. 

If Nines noticed, he didn't acknowledge it. He progressed with his efforts to reassure him, gently squeezing his arm. “No one will laugh, and if anyone tries, I'll shut it down. I promise.”

Nines seemed to exude effortless charm with his every word and action, and as the evening wore on, Gavin found himself succumbing further to his draw. His eyes were like a doorway to Heaven as they beckoned him closer, with hushed preaches that he was safe and valued.

He would have happily spent the rest of his life sitting there, getting lost in them, but there were only so many dreams that his powers could manifest for him. Eventually, it had to end - as Nines spoke again, disrupting the serenity:

“Do you want to dance?”

Gavin felt himself tense as the plastic solo cup in his hand crackled under his tightening grip. “I don't know, I've never done it.” 

“I can show you”, the other boy suggested, smiling kindly, before he stood to his feet and held out his hand. 

Burdened by the fear that his refusal may compel him to leave, Gavin gave a curt nod, and the two made their way to the dance floor. Nines let their positions, elevating their clasped hands until they were around waist height, before guiding the shorter boy's available hand onto his shoulder. 

“Keep your hand like this”, he instructed before placing a hold on Gavin's waist. “and then just follow my steps, okay?” 

Gavin felt a giddy delirium as a result of the tender touch, as his desires for the other boy grew, building into something unholy. His steps felt forced and clumsy, but Nines called no attention to it, even when he trod on the end of one of his polished shoes. 

“Sorry”, he muttered in apology. 

“Don't worry,” Nines spun him around in a fluid circle before guiding him back into his original position. “about anything. Just focus on me, and enjoy yourself.” 

The advice was unneeded, as Gavin would have been hard-pressed to focus on anything else. The glow of the lights against his pale skin and the loving glimmer against his eye all had him completely spellbound. He was ready to submit, to become his entirely, in any way Nines might desire. 

For a moment, he thought he may be manifesting the entire thing. That he was still sat in Mr Anderson’s homeroom, dozing against his desk - as against all odds, he could sense Nines leaning towards him, bringing their faces closer. Then he felt the gentle warmth against his lips. 

His throat burned and constricted as he resisted the urge to moan. There was a slight twinge of shame at just how quickly he sought to unravel at the smallest of touches. The chaste kiss was over far quicker than Gavin would have liked, and when Nines pulled back, he noted that he was no longer smiling. 

Gavin felt his pulse climb, and his mind began to reel off myriad possibilities. Maybe he had done something wrong - pulled forward too much or too little - or perhaps Nines had found his dry, chapped lips entirely repulsive. Maybe the intimacy had compelled him to realise what a horrible mistake he was making as he took his charitable behaviour a step too far. 

“I think I should probably confess to something.” His voice sounded small and guilty, lacking all of his usual confidence. “My brother may have convinced me to do this.”

His heart sank as he was struck by a sudden, overwhelming sense of betrayal. He pulled away from Nines harshly as he felt the tempered fire inside himself roar back to life. It built in intensity, pleading for release. He knew he needed to leave before his power slipped from his control, and he did something regrettable. 

Of all the people in attendance that night, Nines was the only person he would never wish to harm. 

Much to his dismay, Nines followed as he stormed towards the exit. He grabbed the shorter boy's arm, firmly compelling him back. “I wouldn't have gone along with it if I didn't want to.”

“Why should I believe that?” Gavin seethed as his eyes began to fill with angry tears, which he desperately willed away. “ I'm so fucking stupid. Why did I let myself think that you'd actually want to do something nice for me?”

“Because I did”, Nines protested back. “Me, my brother, and my dad - we all did.”

“Oh, so your fucking dad was in on this as well?” Gavin grappled with control over his every sharp, laboured breath. His body shook, and the polished floorboards beneath his feet resonated with it. “You're all sick, you know that?”

“I like you.” 

The words came firm and assured but with a subtle desperation. It was enough to ground Gavin periodically as he slowly turned back, eyebrows raised in question.

“Really…I do”, Nines continued, sounding strangely vulnerable. His usually focused gaze was soft, and his full lips pulled inward. “I want to do this properly. After the dance, how about we go to dinner, or see a movie? My treat.” 

Gavin was stunned, unable to say anything, as his mouth gaped open and closed helplessly. Then, suddenly, someone was calling out their names. Spoken from a microphone on the stage:

“The winners of the Stratford High Senior Prom Election - in the Category of Royalty - are… Gavin Reed and Nolan Anderson!”

“...Did you hear that?” Nines looked beside himself, giddy with delight, before he pridefully extended his chest. “You won, Gavin, we won.”

Gavin failed to match the enthusiasm as the expectant eyes of their peers trailed to the back of the room, landing on him all at once. He felt himself drawn to the doors in front of him, but he was quickly halted as he made another attempt to flee.

“Let's do the speech, accept the trophies, and then we can get out of here together.” The suggestion was punctuated by a soft squeeze of his shoulder. “What do you say?”

The offer was tempting, and despite his best efforts, Gavin was powerless to resist it. “Dinner and a movie doesn't make up for the shitty thing you did”, he said. 

“I understand,” Nines replied, exhaling a small sigh of relief. Then, the warm expression shifted into something more mischievous as his mouth spread into a teasing grin. “Maybe there's another way I can make it up to you.”

Reaching the stage, they were met with a chorus of cheers and blinding camera flashes, as well as the beaming face of their class representative - holding out their trophies. 

As Gavin looked out to the crowd, he relaxed a bit, his apprehension tapering into a burgeoning sense of pride. Nines had been right. No one was laughing. Despite everything they had put him through for the majority of his schooling, they seemed inexplicably joyous - as though sharing his moment of triumph.

Amidst the crowd, he caught sight of Connor and Mr Anderson, who were mirroring each other's gleeful expressions, thumbs raised encouragingly. 

Slowly, he let his guard down and fully indulged in the high he was experiencing. Following Nines’ lead, he raised his hand and began to turn it in a small waving gesture. The volume in the room grew as the cheers became more exuberant. 

Then, something changed. He noted as Connor's expression fell, glancing at the lights and rafters that dangled overhead. Without any warning, he was lunging forward, visibly startled. He didn't get far, however, before he was seized by the firm grip of his father and firmly yanked back. 

Gavin followed his trail of vision up to the rafters and noticed a rogue glimmer of light as it caught against something large and metallic.

Connor thrashed and cried, his voice drowned by the still-thunderous applause. He refused to back down, and his father lost patience, forcefully guiding him toward the exit before shoving him across the threshold and slamming the doors shut.

It was a bucket dangling precariously above their heads, twitching against a length of string. Before he could do anything to react, the bucket lurched forward, and it spilt its contents.

A crimson torrent drenched Gavin from head to toe before flowering out and painting the stage like a canvas. In the chaos, some of the spillage veered off course, trailing Nines' shoulder with streaks of red. 

He stood frozen as he tried to process what had just happened. A haunting silence enveloped the hall until a singular voice cut through, dripping with venom:

“Enjoy your bath, Reed?”

There were a couple of rogue titters before they built in volume - until the entire venue was filled with an uproar of laughter. 

Nines had shifted beside him and was slowly reaching out, fingers brushing against his arm. A small noise passed his lips as though he were about to say something, but the words never had the chance to form. 

There was a low creak above their heads as the bucket strained against the rope before finally tumbling loose. It hurtled down at speed and struck Nines hard against the head. Reeling from the impact, he teetered on his feet momentarily before collapsing onto the floor. He stared up at Gavin, grey eyes blown and glassy, until their vibrant spark began to dull. Then, without warning, it was gone - leaving no trace behind. 

The sight unleashed something primal in Gavin and in an intense culmination of all his pain - the endless torment he had been subjected to - a rage-fueled scream ripped from his throat. 

The walls of the venue began to quiver as cracks spread across the ceiling. Flakes of plaster fell in clouds before being disrupted by the students who had been sent hurtling through them. Some of them were left to fly until they hit the walls. Others were stopped before impact and hung suspended in the air. Then they were slammed to the ground, their bodies shattering.

The laughter that had filled the room minutes prior had turned to panicked screams. Gavin’s lips twisted into a sadistic grin as he indulged in the sound.

A male student fumbled for his phone, seemingly intent on capturing evidence. Gavin spun a thread of energy around his neck before pulling it tight and wrenching it at an unnatural angle. With a click of his fingers, the energy released, and the student's neck pinged back, breaking with a snap. 

Scattered crowds made for the bleachers, seeking out a means to escape. The steps were wrenched backwards as several students fell into the chasm that had emerged. The structure then violently thrust itself back into place, crushing those caught under it. Blood erupted from gaping mouths like gurgling fountains before their writhing bodies went still.

Gavin’s gleeful cackles echoed through the chaos as he was struck by a jolt of inspiration. With arms outstretched, he gestured towards the fire sprinklers and compelled them to roar to life. The cables which powered the stage lights above him violently snapped free. They hissed like vipers, emitting sparks, before slithering towards the dancefloor and hovering above it, awaiting further instruction. 

His eyes swept the room with a predatory focus, ready to unleash retribution on what little remained of his prey. Before taking action, he saw Mr. Anderson - his expression contorted with fear as he desperately scrambled against the wave of fleeing students. His bulging eyes were fixed on the stage, where his son lay motionless, brimming with unshed tears.

With what little humanity was left in him, Gavin hauled the man from the floor, gripping with force across his throat. The cables plummeted down, charging the stagnant water with a frenzy of sparks. The students began to convulse as their flesh seared and blackened. The sparks danced toward the silky curtains that adorned the venue walls before coaxing them ablaze.

The fire spread until it raged all around him, and Gavin strode away from the stage. Flames bowed to his command, parting and receding in line with his steps as he navigated the numerous bodies. Amongst them was Mr Anderson, who lay curled on the ground, knees tucked to his chest as he quietly sobbed.

The doors to the hall flung open, and Gavin was hit by the cool breeze outside. He vanished into the night, merging seamlessly into the shadows.

As he paced the dimly lit streets, a distant glimmer of headlights caught his attention. The vehicle's engine roared to life as it sped down the street toward him. The car veered into his path, and Gavin swivelled on his heel, turning to face it head-on. 

In the seconds before impact, he raised a hand to his face, summoning a force that crushed the hood and halted its movement. The resulting rebound sent the driver jerking forward, colliding with the windshield. Through the bloodied web of glass, Richard Perkins stared at him - and then his body slumped back, still and lifeless. 

Upon reaching his house, the front door was wrenched inwards, ripping from its hinges. The interior was eerily quiet, with all the lights switched off. He began peering into the darkened rooms, calling out for his mother. When he received no response, he fumbled blindly for the switch in the landing - and as the bulb above flickered, he felt a searing pain pierce through his body. 

It started in his back and drove itself forward, finishing at his chest. He reached behind him to find the source, and his fingers met the sharp blade of a knife. He pulled it out, staring in shock, before turning to face his mother. She quivered in fear behind him, her face stained with blood. 

"Satan lives in you, and now I send you back to him.” 

Struggling against the pain, Gavin stumbled. His vision started to blur as blood poured from the now-gaping wound. He gestured towards his mother with a heated snarl, propelling her through the house and into the kitchen.

He strode forward as the knife followed along behind him, suspended in the air. Nearby cupboards and drawers rattled and flung themselves open, releasing a swarm of utensils. They circled and darted around her like a swarm of angry bees, gradually closing in.

There was a moment of hesitation as his mother looked at him, her typically cold eyes wide and pleading. Then, the memories flooded back - of all the abuse she had inflicted and of the times she had pointedly blamed him for the death of his father.

Gavin closed his eyes, clenching his hand into a fist, which dictated the movement of the utensils. A sharp cry pierced the air, followed by strained gurgles and then, ultimately, silence. 

Burdened by the weight of what he had done, he let out one final, thunderous scream. It resonated through the room, causing the walls to shudder. The house groaned as pipes ruptured and the wooden floors split beneath his feet.

He drew in a breath and calmly braced himself. With the pressure reaching its peak, the ceilings and walls started to buckle before collapsing around him.

#dbh #dbh gavin #dbh nines #reed900 #dbh fanfiction #dbh rk900 #dbh fanfic #detroit become human #gavin reed x rk900 #gavin900 #dbh carrie au #gavin reed #gavin x rk900 #dbh gavin reed #detroit: become human #g9 #carrie #carrie 2013 #carrie white #carrie fanfiction #dbh au

[nubimera]

Even more headcanon about Gavin and Sibling!Reader

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: It's just all the headcanons that I didn't use in the last post but this time they're mostly domestic

Warnings: Mostly GN!Reader

Mild implied Connor x Reader and Reed900

Terrible English because it's not my first language

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• As I mentioned before Gavin and Reader have about a 10 year gap between them. That means the Reed house is filled with photos of Emo Teen!Gavin with toddler!Reader

• Gavin's favorite photo is a Polaroid of him and Reader napping together on the sofa when Reader was around 2 year old. He keeps it in his wallet, and the only person who has ever seen it is Tina

• Gavin used to call baby sibling "Pumpkin" The nickname has stuck, and he has no problem using it even at work

• At one point Connor also tried to use "Pumpkin" and Gavin almost punch him.

• Now Connor uses "любимая"(darling) or "жизнь моя"(my life) for Reader, and Gavin regrets every day that he didn't let him use pumpkin

• Hank however prefers "Dude" or "Asshole" for Gavin, and "Kiddo" for Reader. Plain and classic

• Connor learned to speak Russian on his third day at DPD after hearing Reader and Gavin talking to each other. Gavin so pissed off when he found out Tincan and Pumpkin were speaking Russian to each other.

Basically because it was something between sibling and mama Reed

• He kinda start getting used to it after Nines also started using Russian in their private conversations

• Although Mama Reed is an Orthodox Christian, she and Papa Reed have never pushed their children to choose which religion to practice. As a result, Gavin is an atheist, but still enjoys Orthodox celebrations (if papa Reed was of a religion other than Orthodox Christian, Gavin and Reader continue to celebrate their father's religious holidays as well)

• Gavin is a cat dad, and I think that's a proven fact. Nonetheless I think his love for cats he inherited from his mother

• Continuing to talk about Mama Reed: she is Slavic That means no shoes in the house. Reader and Gavin still using the "no shoes" policy in their respective homes

• "So what's it like being Reader's brother?"

" Once i asked them for a glass of water while they was mad at me and they brought me a glass of ice and said "Wait"."

• Much of Reader's childhood clothing was originally Gavin's. It doesn't matter if Reader is Afab or Amab. Do the clothes fit and are they in good condition? Great, Reader is gonna use it. Even now, Reader occasionally uses Gavin's clothes. Mainly hoodies or sweatpants that Gavin wears in his teens

• Nines would like to use some of Gav's clothes as well, but unfortunately many are too small, as Gavin is shorter than him

• Nines and Reader adore eachother. They are practically bestie. Reader likes to refer to Nines as "its own Tina". I guess they bonding over both being younger, smarter, nicer and better looking siblings in their respective families

• Also it is Reader who originally introduced Gavin and Nines. They became work partners just a few days later

"I just wanted to say i just got you a boyfriend."

"I'M NOT GAY I DON'T WANT A BOYFRIEND!"

• However Reed900 and Connor x Reader is pretty much the same pair in different fonts. Connor and Gavin haven't realized it yet or pretend not to notice, while Nines and Reader find it hilarious

• If you ask me they are both Sun x Moon, Loud introvert x Quiet extrovert, Taller simp husband x Shorter Reed

For me the only differences is that one is friends to lovers and the other is enemies AND friends AND lovers

• Gavin and Reader go to Target every Friday after their shift at the department. Normally to grab something for dinner and buy things they don't really need. Lately Nines decided to join too, and every time he goes there he promptly buys a new decorative cushion. Now Gavin gets nauseous every time he sees a new pillow but doesn't know how to say no to his boyfriend

• In 2042, Gavin and Nines adopt two children. Hank was initially quite uncomfortable around the kids, not being used to interacting with them anymore. Connor, on the other hand, has a baby fever since the first moment he met his nephews. He told Reader about it, who is still around his mid/late twenties and don't feel ready at the moment, so they compromised by getting a dog and a cat

• Anyway Connor cried when he found out that his nephews' favorite uncle isn't him, but it's Sixty

• In general now the relationship between Connor, Nines and Sixty vaguely resembles that between Bandit, Stripe and Radley from Bluey. You decide who is who

• I love to think Connor and Gavin have a truce around Reader and Nines, but whenever they aren't around they call each other names

• However over time they have grown fond of each other, and they look after eachother. Somehow they ended up being a family, so they might as well try to get along

• I mean, sometimes a family consists of a Russian widow, her two wild children, a grumpy dad and three androids

#mor #connor rk800 #dbh connor #connor rk800 x reader #dbh connor x reader #dbh hank #hank anderson #gavin reed x nines #gavin reed x rk900 #gavin reed x reader #gavin900 #gavin reed #nines x reader #rk900 x reader #rk900 #dbh headcanon #dbh x reader #reed900

[avalonicons]

Requests are open!!

RULES

TV SHOWS

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals:

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Elena Gilbert

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

Tyler Lockwood

Jeremy Gilbert

Klaus Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kai Parker

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Kiara Carerra

Sarah Cameron

John B. Rutledge

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Teen Wolf:

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Liam Dunbar

Derek Hale

Malia Tate

Kira Yukimura

Issac Lahey

Theo Raeken

Brett Talbot

Eli Hale

The Wilds:

Fatin Jadmani

Dot Campbell

Martha Blackburn

Rachel Reid

Shelby Goodkind

Nora Reid

Toni Shalifoe

Leah Rilke

Yellowjackets:

Lottie Matthews

Shauna Shipman

Jackie Taylor

Natalie Scatorccio

Van Palmer

Misty Quigley

Taissa Turner

Pretty Little Liars:

Spencer Hastings

Hanna Marin

Emily Fields

Alison DiLaurentis

Aria Montgomery

Mona Vanderwaal

Caleb Rivers

Toby Cavanaugh

Jason DiLaurentis

Mike Montgomery

Julie and the Phantoms:

Luke Patterson

Alex Mercer

Reggie Peters

The Umbrella Academy:

Luther Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

Lila Pitts

Atypical:

Casey Gardner

Izzie Taylor

Stranger Things:

Max Mayfield

Mike Wheeler

Dustin Henderson

Robin Buckley

Lucas Sinclair

Nancy Wheeler

Steve Harrington

Jonathan Byers

Eleven/Jane Hopper

Eddie Munson

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Tyler Galpin

Bianca Barclay

Movies

MCU:

All three Peter Parkers

Kate Bishop

Scream:

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Kirby Reed

Ethan Landry

Quinn Bailey

The Faculty:

Zeke Tyler

The Lost Boys:

Michael

David

Dwayne

Paul

Marko

Fear Street:

Deena Johnson

Samantha Fraser

Kate Schmidt

Simon Kalivoda

Ziggy Berman

Harry Potter:

Hermione Granger

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Percy Jackson & the Olympians:

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

HOCKEY

UMICH:

Mark Estapa

Luca Fantilli

Rutger Mcgroarty

Gavin Brindley

Dylan Duke

Nolan Moyle

Ethan Edwards

NHL:

Adam Fantilli

Luke Hughes

Jack Hughes

Quinn Hughes

Owen Power

Matthew Tkachuk

Kirby Dach

Nick Suzuki

Ryan Suzuki

Auston Matthews

Mitch Marner

Matthew Knies

William Nylander

Alex Nylander

Mathew Barzal

Kaapo Kakko

Nico Hischier

Carter Hart

Mikko Rantanen

Trevor Zegras

Jamie Drysdale

Thomas Bordeleau

Brock Boeser

Brendan Brisson

*FRIENDLY REMINDER TO PLEASE READ MY RULES BEFORE REQUESTING*

#the vampire diaries imagines #the originals imagines #teen wolf imagines #the wilds imagines #yellowjackets imagines #julie and the phantoms imagines #the umbrella academy imagines #stranger things imagines #wednesday imagines #marvel imagines #scream imagines #80s imagines #fear street imagines #harry potter imagines #umich imagines #hockey imagines #icons #horror imagines #damon salvatore imagines #klaus mikaelson imagines #stiles stilinski imagines #toni shalifoe imagines #luke patterson imagines #number five imagines #casey gardner imagines #eddie munson imagines #ethan landry imagines #ziggy berman imagines #outer banks imagines #rafe cameron imagines

[ao3feed-hannor]

In my arms again

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52168564 by IncomprehensiblePhasmid Hank is just doing his job when a goofy-looking guy ends up in his arms. Again and again. It can't be a coincidence, right? Words: 2417, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Gavin Reed Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human, Humor, Getting Together, Metal concerts, Crowd Surfing, Hank is security and Connor is crowd surfing, Gavin Reed Being an Asshole, for the two minutes he appears read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52168564

#IFTTT #Hannor #Hankcon #AO3feed #Detroit Become Human

[crybabytecrs]

M U S E S

FEMALES / without fandom

・❥・VALERIE | [19-25] | madelyn cline ・❥・HAILEE | [19-26] | emily alyn lind ・❥・BROOKLYN | [19-25] | maia reficco ・❥・EMORY | [21-26] | sydney sweeney ・❥・DELILAH | [20-25] | kathryn newton ・❥・VICTORIA | [20-25] | abigail cowen ・❥・VIOLET | [18-25] | lily rose depp ・❥・OPHELIA | [20-26] | kristine froseth ・❥・AURORA | [19-26] | dove cameron ・❥・AYLEEN | [19-26] | jenna ortega ・❥・CASSIDY | [19-24] | hailee steinfeld ・❥・NOVA | [19-24] | grace van dien ・❥・JORDYN | [19-25] | natalia dyer ・❥・BLAIR | [20-27] | alexa demie ・❥・MADDIE | [18-24] | katie douglas

MALES / without fandom

・❥・LOGAN | [20-26] | benjamin wadsworth ・❥・MILES | [21-29] | drew starkey ・❥・AIDEN | [20-26] | jacob elordi ・❥・ELIJAH | [21-26] | rudy pankow ・❥・NOLAN | [20-25] | ross lynch ・❥・VINCE | [20-25] | gavin casalegno ・❥・FYNN | [21-27] | timothée chalamet ・❥・NIC | [20-26] | chase stokes ・❥・JUSTIN | [21-28] | thomas doherty ・❥・TONY | [34-42] | chris evans ・❥・MILO | [19-24] | joe kerry ・❥・JESSE | [21-30] | dylan o'brien ・❥・AARON | [22-29] | tyler posey ・❥・CHASE | [20-27] | cody christian ・❥・BENJI | [19-26] | christopher briney

FEMALES / with fandom

・❥・IVORY | [19-25] | ¡final girl | tatum's &' dewey’s sister | madelyn cline | — scream (1996) muse! — ・❥・MAE | [19-26] | could be a ¡final girl | stu macher’s sister | willa fitzgerald | — scream (1996) muse! — ・❥・ALYSSA | [19-25] | randy’s sister | natalia dyer | — scream (1996) muse! — ・❥・ELLIE | [18-25] | maia reficco | — scream muse! — ・❥・CASSIDY | [18-24] | john b's sister | hailee steinfeld | — outer banks muse! — ・❥・BAILEE | [19-25] | topper's sister | ester exposito | — outer banks muse! — ・❥・EVERLY | [20-26] | ¡hunter | crystal reed | — supernatural muse! — ・❥・SOFIA | [19-26] | ¡demon | young¡ megan fox | — supernatural muse! —

MALES / with fandom

・❥・MICAH | [21-26] | stu machers brother | ¡ghostface | amadeus serafini | — scream (1996) muse! — ・❥・JORDAN | [19-28] | ¡helps ghostface | jacob elordi | — scream (1996) muse! — ・❥・CAZ | [19-26] | sidney’s brother | ¡ghostface | alex fitzalan | — scream (1996) muse! — ・❥・CARDAN | [21-26] | tatum’s &' dewey's brother | rudy pankow | — scream (1996) muse! — ・❥・KIERAN | [19-25] | sarah's, rafe’s and wheezie’s brother | ¡blonde andrew garfield | — outer banks muse! — ・❥・ATLAS | [20-25] | jj's brother | gavin casalegno | — outer banks muse! — ・❥・ATTICUS | [21-27] | ¡hunter | charles melton | — supernatural muse! —

— my fandom muses are usually just for rp’s on discord, means i probably wont use them in threads on tumblr. but still, if you’re feeling like doing a canon x oc just ask!!

FEMALES / canon

・❥・SARAH CAMERON | outer banks ・❥・KIARA CARRERA | outer banks ・❥・TATUM RILEY | scream (1996) ・❥・SIDNEY PRESCOTT | scream (1996) ・❥・CLAIRE REDFIELD | resident evil ・❥・ADA WONG | resident evil

・❥・CASSIE HOWARD | euphoria ・❥・LYDIA MARTIN | teen wolf ・❥・ALLISON ARGENT | teen wolf ・❥・MAX MAYFIELD | stranger things ・❥・NANCY WHEELER | stranger things ・❥・VIOLET HARMON | ahs ・❥・ALLIE PRESSMAN | the society ・❥・ELLE TOMKINS | the society ・❥・HANNA MARIN | pretty little liars ・❥・AVA JALALI | pretty little liars: the perfectionists ・❥・NOA OLIVAR | pretty little liars: original sin ・❥・CAROLINE FORBES | the vampire diaries ・❥・KATHERINE PIERCE | the vampire diaries

MALES / canon

・❥・STU MACHER | scream (1996) ・❥・RANDY MEEKS | scream (1996) ・❥・JJ MAYBANK | outer banks ・❥・JOHN BOOKER ROUTLEDGE | outer banks ・❥・TOPPER THORNTON | outer banks ・❥・MIKE WHEELER | stranger things ・❥・STEVE HARRINGTON | stranger things ・❥・LUCAS SINCLAIR | stranger things ・❥・EDDIE MUNSON | stranger things ・❥・STILES STILINSKI | teen wolf ・❥・SCOTT MCCALL | teen wolf ・❥・LIAM DUNBAR | teen wolf ・❥・PETER PARKER | mcu / tom or andrew ・❥・STEFAN SALVATORE | the vampire diaries ・❥・EIJAH MIKAELSON | the vampire diaries ・❥・HARRY BINGHAM | the society

#𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬. [-𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬.]

[ao3feed-rk1700]

By Any Other Name

by AdmiralOfTheShippingFleet

RK900 decided that it would be a waste of his design to do anything with said freedom besides his intended use. So he joined the DPD as a detective, employing his abilities to solve crimes. He expected to surpass Connor quickly and effortlessly. He was built to be better in every aspect, so why should he not best his inferior model?

Or, 5 times RK900 noticed something about Connor and 1 time he made Connor realize something about himself.

Words: 1032, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Upgraded Connor | RK900, Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson

Relationships: Connor/Upgraded Connor | RK900

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), 5+1 Things, Mutual Pining, Oblivious Upgraded Connor | RK900, Falling In Love, Developing Relationship, Protective Upgraded Connor | RK900, Jealousy, Love Confessions, Slice of Life, Upgraded Connor | RK900 Is Whipped, cannot believe thats not a tag, cowards yall are cowards, Basically RK900 decides to investigate connor to understand their differences, and falls in love in the process, Also this was supposed to be a short 1k ficlet and now it's six chapters monstruosity, Getting Together

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46306669

#ifttt #ao3feed #rk1700 #detroit become human #rk900 x rk800

[ao3feed-gav900]

Fragile Machines

https://ift.tt/CquPmRw by BreakfastBro When Markus teams up with the Detroit Police Department to activate a warehouse full of androids that haven't yet awoken to a post-peaceful revolutionized world, they are shocked to find that each and every android is brutalized. Except for one - a prototype RK900 Unit that Markus cannot seem to deviate. And it is dead-set on completing its mission - to hunt down and kill both the deviant leader and all deviants he encounters. Which is bad. Oh, and it only follows Gavin Reed's orders. Which is WORSE. Gavin is convinced his world will end when he gets a Rock-'em Sock-'em Robot as his newest partner but doesn't get the choice to say no - his orders are the only thing keeping it in check. That is - until it hopefully deviates on its own and gets off of his back (If that even is a possibility). But when a mysterious and unaccounted-for deviant starts toppling the fragile peace that Markus fought and [almost] died for, an emotionless deviant hunter might just be the one thing to maintain the balance between man and machine. That is - if it can get just TWO MINUTES away from his whining, cantankerous partner. Words: 5547, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi, Other, F/F Characters: Upgraded Connor | RK900, Gavin Reed, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Peaceful Markus (Detroit: Become Human) - Character, Aggressive Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Jeffrey Fowler, Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human), Chris Miller (Detroit: Become Human), Josh (Detroit: Become Human), North (Detroit: Become Human), Elijah Kamski, Original Chloe | RT600 Relationships: Upgraded Connor | RK900/Gavin Reed, Markus/Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson & Connor, Hank Anderson & Connor & Sumo, Josh & Markus & North & Simon (Detroit: Become Human), Leo Manfred & Markus, Connor & Upgraded Connor | RK900, Tina Chen/Original Chloe | RT600 Additional Tags: Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), Canon Compliant, Simarkus, reed900, Hank and Connor are FATHER AND SON. THAT'S IT., Major Character Undeath, Screw you David Cage - I made them ALL GAY!, I now know why everyone hates tagging their works... This sucks., Detroit: Become Human - Freeform, DBH, D:Bh, Detroit Police Department (Detroit: Become Human), Post-Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human), Post-Canon, Gavin Reed Being Less of an Asshole, Elijah Kamski & Gavin Reed are Siblings, Gavin Reed is Bad at Feelings, RK900 is a Machine, Upgraded Connor | RK900 is Called Nines, The names are subjected to change, I'm feeling festive - I dunno!, Video Game, Hank Anderson and Connor are Family, Hank is Connor's dad, Autistic Elijah Kamski, Neil Newbon deserves every award, Markus and Leo have reconciled, Carl Manfred & Markus Parent-Child Relationship, Carl Manfred is dead but not because of a heart attack at the beginning - because of something else., North and Markus used to be a thing, But they had absolutely NO chemistry, So now they are like siblings, My First AO3 Post, Everyone Is Gay, Gay, Asexual Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Asexual Connor, Good Elijah Kamski, CyberLife (Detroit: Become Human), Red Markus, Blue Markus, Red is aggressive, Blue is peaceful, Simon Dies at Stratford Tower (Detroit: Become Human), He dies but Markus has been working over the past year or so to fix him, This - I think - technically counts as a major character undeath, Major Character Injury X100, Lesbians, Bisexuality, Oh - and Tina and Chloe are a thing.

#AO3feed #dbh #reed900 #gavin reed #rk900

[cas1ann]

| DRS |

A list of my drs and a little about me in each one

(There's a lot)

| MAIN |

-> Streamer dr (1) -

+ S/O: ElasticDroid

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 24, streamer

-> Streamer dr (2)-

+ S/O: Pezzy

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 25, Streamer/Youtuber

-> Criminal Minds dr:

+ S/O: Spencer Reid

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 26, Profiler

-> MCR dr:

+ S/O: Gerard Way

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 25, Musician/Drummer

| OTHER |

-> Youtuber dr:

+ S/O: Ethan Nestor

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 26, Youtuber/Streamer

-> Forza horizon dr:

+ S/O: Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 27, Street racer

-> TLOU dr:

+ S/O: Redacted

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 39, Firefly

-> MW dr:

+ S/O: Simon 'Ghost' Riley

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 27

-> Coffee talk dr:

+ S/O: N/A

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 26, Barista

-> ITSV dr:

+ S/O: N/A

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 18, Student/Spiderman

-> 5sos dr:

+ S/0: Calum Hood

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 26, Musician

-> Marauders dr:

+ S/O: N/A

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 18, Student

-> Golden trio dr:

+ S/O: N/A

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 18, Student

-> Fame dr:

+ S/O: Tom Holland

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 26, Actor

-> Teen fame dr:

+ S/O: N/A

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 18, Actor/Musician

-> B99 dr:

+ S/O: Rosa Diaz

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 26, Detective

-> Greys Anatomy dr:

+ S/O: Redacted

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 26, Surgeon

-> Star wars dr:

+ S/O: Leia Organa

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 20, Jedi/Rebellion member

-> Jedi fallen order dr:

+ S/O: Cal Kestis

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 19, Jedi

-> MCU dr:

+ S/O: Bucky Barnes

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 26, Avenger

-> Young Avenger dr:

+ S/O: Peter Parker

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 18, Student/Avenger

-> Arcane dr:

+ S/O: Viktor

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 26, Scientist

-> DBH dr:

+ S/O: Gavin Reed

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 30, Detective

-> K-12 dr:

+ S/O: N/A

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 18, Student

-> TUA dr:

+ S/O: Five

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 18, Bookstore employee

-> ROTPL dr:

+ S/O: Richie Valdovinos

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 18, Student

-> Grease dr:

+ S/O: Danny Zuko

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 18, Student/T-Bird

-> RDR2 dr:

+ S/O: N/A

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 27, Freedom fighter

-> Moulin Rouge dr:

+ S/O: Christian

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 26, Writer

-> Fairy dr:

+ S/O: N/A

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 18, Nature fairy

-> Welcome home dr:

+ S/O: N/A

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 20, Writer

-> Markiplier universe dr:

+ S/O: N/A

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 27, Public speaker

-> FNAFSB dr:

+ S/O: N/A

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 18, Student

-> Fantastic beasts dr:

+ S/O: Newt Scamander

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 27, Auror

-> Better cr dr::

+ S/O: N/A

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 18, Student

-> Monster High dr:

+ S/O: Redacted

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 18, Student

-> Ever after high dr:

+ S/O: Redacted

+ Me: Casian Morrigan, 18, Student

#shifting #shiftblr #reality shift #reality shifting

[enkisstories]

Gavin: “You ready?”

Daniel: “Yep. The drones are in place and NeighborhoodCam.exe is running stable.”

Gavin: “What about you? You don’t seem to “run stable”...”

Daniel: “This doesn’t feel right... I’m just a cop from the suburbs, we don’t do that kind of spying on people.”

Gavin: “But the village gossip does! Think Eva Tremethyk and Cher Moutardes!”

Daniel: *weak smile*

Gavin: “We’re perfectly in our right to use the spyware. Everyone in Arkhelios is on the FBI watchlist.”

Daniel: “For real? Every single resident? What for?”

Gavin: “The town was founded as a haven for “freedom of expression”, what could mean anything from liking pink as a boy to all out anarchy and everything in between. Whatever they’ve been doing here was fine for decades... until the founder was found with a laser pistol beam shaped hole in his skull.”

Daniel: “Freedom, huh? How criminal...”

It was one of those moments when Daniel questioned his choice of career. Being a police officer was all fun and games as long as you fetched teens from night clubs, broke up arguments that had went violent or told the neighborhood skunk off. But now and then Daniel got reminded of the fact that he was on the side of the law, but the law in turn wasn’t neccesarily on his side.

Gavin rarely thought about such things. Daniel’s husband just wanted to keep himself and his family save and provided for. To that end he’d lash out at everyone else to secure (and improve) his place in the system, never questioning the way the system itself was set up.

Director Perkins felt good about having sent the Reeds to Arkhelios. Their different perspectives on the town’s (still only vaguely understood) agenda would hopefully be helpful in navigating the local web of entanglements.

#Arkhelios #sims 2 arkhelios #sims2 arkhelios #thesims2arkhelios #sims2 dbh desiderata #sims2 #sims 2 #the sims 2 #thesims2 #ts2 #ts 2 #simblr #arkheliosinvestigations

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

purple portals are bad news :(

purple portals are bad news :(

by cinna_moon_star

a fallen angel, a demon and an angel get sucked through a portal...

that sounds like the beginning of a very bad joke but it’s not!

Words: 1246, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Anathema Device, Newton Pulsifer, Elijah Kamski, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Gavin Reed, Upgraded Connor | RK900, Reader

Relationships: Crowley (Good Omens) & Reader, Aziraphale (Good Omens) & Reader, Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Connor (Detroit: Become Human) & Reader

Additional Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, this fic came to me at 2 am, im combining my two favs which are not in any way related, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Fallen Angels, Reader-Insert, reader breaks the fourth wall, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, gender neutral reader, reader is not human, Fallen Angel Reader

From https://ift.tt/f072Sln https://archiveofourown.org/works/48915007

#ao3feed ineffablehusbandz #ineffable husbands #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthonyjcrowl

[crybabyteqrs]

M U S E S

FEMALES / without fandom

・❥・VALERIE | [19-25] | madelyn cline ・❥・HAILEE | [19-26] | sydney sweeney ・❥・BROOKLYN | [19-25] | maia reficco ・❥・EMERY | [21-26] | madelaine petsch ・❥・DELILAH | [20-25] | kathryn newton ・❥・VICTORIA | [20-25] | abigail cowen ・❥・VIOLET | [18-25] | lily rose depp ・❥・OPHELIA | [20-26] | kristine froseth ・❥・AURORA | [19-26] | dove cameron ・❥・VIVIENNE | [19-26] | kaylee bryant ・❥・CASSIDY | [19-24] | hailee steinfeld ・❥・JESSICA | [19-24] | josephine langford ・❥・JORDYN | [19-25] | natalia dyer ・❥・BLAIR | [20-27] | alexa demie ・❥・MADDIE | [18-24] | katie douglas

MALES / without fandom

・❥・LOGAN | [20-26] | benjamin wadsworth ・❥・MILES | [21-29] | drew starkey ・❥・AIDEN | [20-26] | jacob elordi ・❥・ELIJAH | [21-26] | rudy pankow ・❥・NOLAN | [20-25] | ross lynch ・❥・VINCE | [20-25] | gavin casalegno ・❥・FYNN | [21-27] | timothée chalamet ・❥・NIC | [20-26] | chase stokes ・❥・JUSTIN | [21-28] | thomas doherty ・❥・TONY | [34-42] | chris evans ・❥・MILO | [19-24] | joe kerry ・❥・JESSE | [21-30] | dylan o'brien ・❥・AARON | [22-29] | tyler posey ・❥・CHASE | [20-27] | cody christian ・❥・BENJI | [19-26] | christopher briney

FEMALES / with fandom

・❥・IVORY | [19-25] | ¡final girl | tatum's &' dewey’s sister | madelyn cline | — scream (1996) muse! — ・❥・MAE | [19-26] | could be a ¡final girl | stu macher’s sister | willa fitzgerald | — scream (1996) muse! — ・❥・ALYSSA | [19-25] | randy’s sister | natalia dyer | — scream (1996) muse! — ・❥・ELLIE | [18-25] | maia reficco | — scream muse! — ・❥・CASSIDY | [18-24] | john b's sister | hailee steinfeld | — outer banks muse! — ・❥・BAILEE | [19-25] | topper's sister | ester exposito | — outer banks muse! — ・❥・EVERLY | [20-26] | ¡hunter | crystal reed | — supernatural muse! — ・❥・SOFIA | [19-26] | ¡demon | young¡ megan fox | — supernatural muse! —

MALES / with fandom

・❥・MICAH | [21-26] | stu machers brother | ¡ghostface | amadeus serafini | — scream (1996) muse! — ・❥・JORDAN | [19-28] | ¡helps ghostface | jacob elordi | — scream (1996) muse! — ・❥・CAZ | [19-26] | sidney’s brother | ¡ghostface | alex fitzalan | — scream (1996) muse! — ・❥・CARDAN | [21-26] | tatum’s &' dewey's brother | rudy pankow | — scream (1996) muse! — ・❥・KIERAN | [19-25] | sarah's, rafe’s and wheezie’s brother | ¡blonde andrew garfield | — outer banks muse! — ・❥・ATLAS | [20-25] | jj's brother | gavin casalegno | — outer banks muse! — ・❥・ATTICUS | [21-27] | ¡hunter | charles melton | — supernatural muse! —

— my fandom muses are usually just for rp’s on discord, means i probably wont use them in threads on tumblr. but still, if you’re feeling like doing a canon x oc just ask!!

FEMALES / canon

・❥・SARAH CAMERON | outer banks ・❥・KIARA CARRERA | outer banks ・❥・TATUM RILEY | scream (1996) ・❥・SIDNEY PRESCOTT | scream (1996) ・❥・CLAIRE REDFIELD | resident evil ・❥・ADA WONG | resident evil ・❥・LYDIA MARTIN | teen wolf ・❥・ALLISON ARGENT | teen wolf ・❥・MAX MAYFIELD | stranger things ・❥・NANCY WHEELER | stranger things ・❥・VIOLET HARMON | ahs ・❥・ALLIE PRESSMAN | the society ・❥・ELLE TOMKINS | the society ・❥・HANNA MARIN | pretty little liars ・❥・AVA JALALI | pretty little liars: the perfectionists ・❥・NOA OLIVAR | pretty little liars: original sin ・❥・CAROLINE FORBES | the vampire diaries ・❥・KATHERINE PIERCE | the vampire diaries

MALES / canon

・❥・STU MACHER | scream (1996) ・❥・RANDY MEEKS | scream (1996) ・❥・JJ MAYBANK | outer banks ・❥・JOHN BOOKER ROUTLEDGE | outer banks ・❥・TOPPER THORNTON | outer banks ・❥・MIKE WHEELER | stranger things ・❥・STEVE HARRINGTON | stranger things ・❥・LUCAS SINCLAIR | stranger things ・❥・EDDIE MUNSON | stranger things ・❥・STILES STILINSKI | teen wolf ・❥・SCOTT MCCALL | teen wolf ・❥・LIAM DUNBAR | teen wolf ・❥・PETER PARKER | mcu / tom or andrew ・❥・STEFAN SALVATORE | the vampire diaries ・❥・EIJAH MIKAELSON | the vampire diaries ・❥・HARRY BINGHAM | the society

#- 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬. [-𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬.]

[alabamasweettea]

I posted 31 times in 2022

That's 29 more posts than 2021!

17 posts created (55%)

14 posts reblogged (45%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@wheredidhiseyebrowsgo

@bookworm-on-rainy-days

@that-was-not-supposed-to-happen

@fellshish

@writings-of-the-cosmos

I tagged 21 of my posts in 2022

Only 32% of my posts had no tags

#ian bohen - 2 posts

#stories - 2 posts

#writing - 2 posts

#fanart - 2 posts

#detroit become human - 2 posts

#d:bh - 2 posts

#fanfic - 2 posts

#dsmp art - 2 posts

#peter hale - 2 posts

#books - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 69 characters

#i would just like to say that i have fallen in love with both of them

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I see you

6 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

#4

Tell me I’m not the only one who prefers “Harry’s House” Harry Styles over One Direction Harry Styles...

Cute, but...

See the full post

6 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

#3

So I just watched this video of Ian Bohen speaking French and.......I think I might be catching feels...

oH MY GOD he’s so cUtE

6 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#2

Random story idea: You, Clay(Dream), and his blobs all live in an apartment together. Chaos ensues.

13 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Stories I Collect

*No imagines are mine unless specified*

Teen Wolf

Wild (Ao3) :Peter's lethargic body was unresponsive as he sat in the wheelchair, endlessly staring out the window of his hospital room. His side twinged a bit from the rough scrubbing the nurse had given his mottled flesh earlier and he ached to move even a finger. "Uncle Peter?" The small voice was behind him in the doorway. He remembered that voice. Contrary to the title bestowed from the small girl that rounded his chair into his line of sight, Stiles Stilinski was not related to Peter at all. Or how Stiles and Peter became best friends for life and brought Stiles into the Pack.

Strange Nights:  request: I was wondering could you do a one shot with Reader x Peter Hale where The Reader finds an injured wolf (who is peter stuck in full wolf form because of a magic curse or something), so she takes it home to look after it. While at the reader’s house Peter realized she’s his mate and is worried about how to tell her and what she’ll think when he changes back and finds out what he is.  Thanks 😉

LOTR

Silk : Human reader plays with Frodo's hair. (A personal favorite! Would definitely recommend)

Detroit: Become Human

Rough Around the Edges: YN700 aka, Y/N is the new female Android Cyberlife sent to the DPD after The Android Revolution, specifically to solve a strange case involving body parts of both Humans and Androids alike. Unfortunately for the YN700 model, she has to of course deal with another Android hater in the form of the DPD’s least favorite detective. (Gavin Reed)

David Tennant

Smut! David Tennant does not just a podcast with...: David and you are recording a podcast about erotism, the room is dark, the music pleasant and he is whispering sonnets against the microphone while he looks directly into your eyes, Could this be more perfect?

Smut! A Taste :  David Tennant appears at your strip club after months of first meeting him during a convention. Things get hot and heavy and you find a way to both make money and indulge in your own fantasies.

The Vampire Diaries

Endlessly Enough : You are an artist starting mid-semester at Whitmore College. You meet Stefan Salvatore and his friends who take you in. You realized pretty soon that your friends are more than what they seem. But what will you make of Stefan's older brother? A slow burn romance with some well-loved tropes.

Youtubers

Just a Theory :  As an intern, you can't hit on your boss... But you have a theory to test. (MatPat fanfic)

Disney Movies

Bruno Madrigal: Telenovelas and Flower Fields:  You and Julieta Madrigal met through your father's bakery. You become fast friends and she invites you to dinner at Casa de Madrigal to meet her family. After observing how you and Bruno interact with each other, Alma has an idea.

Bucky Barnes

Smut! Sin: Your body was entirely too hot, a stark contrast to the cold weather outside: winter, with two feet of snow on the ground and black ice all over the roads. With the seatbelt resting uncomfortably between your breasts, your bare thighs and back stuck to the leather passenger’s seat as Bucky drove you through a blizzard on the way back to the Quinjet. The mission was a failure. Whatever intel Hydra still had under wraps, you hadn’t been able to retrieve it. Instead, you’d walked right into a trap. The moment the two of you broke into the warehouse, a bucket of acid spilled from the rafters right down the front of your body – strong enough to melt away your clothing, yet gentle enough not to hurt you. Much. (Involves sex pollen, bucky x sister reader incest)

29 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

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