#800gavin

#31 

Some more fantasies from pining Nines. Now - WITH COOL KIDS MEMES!

#32 

We tend to burn so much energy on being angry, you know? Hopefully Nines will be alright.

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コナーちゃんのアマビエ天国お魚地獄

「なるほど、魚は頭がいいのか…(サイエンスZERO)

だから魚を食べると頭が良くなるんだな？(おさかな天国)

「コナーを虐めるなこのクズ‼️」

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Connor/Gavin Reed Characters: Gavin Reed, Hank Anderson, Hank Anderson's Wife, Elijah Kamski, Original Chloe | RT600 Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Depressed Gavin Reed, Thoughts about himself worrisome., Abused body, Abused Children, Suicidal Thoughts, sorry - Freeform, Elijah and Gavin are Brothers, Protective Hank Anderson, Hank's everyone's father, Blasphemy, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

I’m assuming for convin <3

55- Just shut up and kiss me already

Connor insisted on walking Gavin home after the case they had just been through. With Hank off visiting relatives, Gavin was left to hang with Connor and help on their ‘high profile cases’. He may have been in better shape than Hank was, but he still wasn’t as good at chasing criminals as Connor was.

Gavin hissed with pain as he rotated his shoulder a bit, digging his apartment keys out of his pocket.

“You know,” Connor said, an amused smile on his face. “When I say I’ve got the suspect, I really do mean I’ve got them.”

Gavin scoffed. “Yeah, like I’m going to give you all the credit.” He opened his door and walked in, leaving it open for Connor.

Connor hummed softly and entered, shutting the door softly.

“You don’t drink, do you?” Gavin asked, already in his fridge.

“No.”“Good. More for me.” He pulled out a beer bottle and sipped from it, staring at Connor with an odd look.

Connor tilted his head, studying Gavin back. “What?”

“Nothing,” Gavin said. “You know, just because you’re like, some kind of advanced prototype doesn’t make you cool or anything?”

Connor furrowed his eyebrows. “I wasn’t under the impression that I was ‘cool’,” he said.

“Well, good. Cause you aren’t. I mean, just cause some guy designed what they think is like, the perfect looking person doesn’t mean you’re attractive or anything. And while we’re on the topic, having some kind of social software thing doesn’t actually make you fun to be around okay?” He took another swig of his drink. “And you know what? You’re not-”

“Just shut up and kiss me already,” Connor said, his scans of Gavin’s pupil dilation and heart rate confirming his theory.

Gavin stared at him for a second before saying, “alright, yeah.” He put his drink on the counter and crossed the room, grabbing Connor’s coat and pulling him down into a hard but not entirely unpleasant kiss.

“See?” Connor said, smirking at him. “Isn’t that easier than trying to come up with fake reasons why you hate me?”

Gavin: Don't you fucking dare lick my lips in front of Kamski again.