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(REST) for sender to lay on top of receiver's back for a rest. ((for Elijah))

He didn't even say anything...the detective just showed up to his brothers house, brushed past Chloe when she let him in...and immediately flopped onto the couch.

He let out a grunt a few moments later when he felt that familiar pressure that was his brother flopping on him. "I'm tired bro. Mind if I grab a nap?" He knew the answer, and he was sure his brother would probably fall asleep too.

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Even the toughest hearts get hurt

900gavin / reed900 I was going to make a romantic “sleeping” pic but I got hit by this idea and well…  A suffering Gavin “sleeping” in protective Nines’ arms. Who is also learning that you don’t have to be the one suffering to feel pain. Specially when you care about that person.

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- You’re fit as phck with those phckin’ perfect abs and all you have to do is THAT. - Correct. - I phckin’ hate you.

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"I'm getting worried about you, you know."

"I'm fine, I just...need some coffee to wake up is all..." He wasn't fine, he hadn't been sleeping lately even with the meds, and coffee wasn't doing much to help him stay alert.

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Ugh

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He has no idea what could have brought his brother to do this...but he was glad he had found him in time, least he hoped he made it in time. He knew his sibling would probably be mad at him for it, but he had called for an ambulance, and was in the process of wrapping his arm with a towel to apply pressure, when he started to stir.

He could honestly start crying, and maybe the tears had started to form in his eyes...but he was waking up...that was a good sign, right?

"Eli, you fucking idiot" He said, his voice shaky, teetering on a full on anxiety attack himself. He'd demand answers later, for now he had to focus on keeping his brother from bleeding out, and try to keep himself from panicking.

"Why..." Why would his brother take an attempt at his life like this? He could finish the question, the words stuck in his throat as he forced himself to take deep breaths

“Can you hear me?”

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Reunion after (physical) trauma prompts || Accepting!

There's the smallest response at first. He's lying on the bathroom floor, blood pooling under his arm. It's cut open, a discarded knife off to the side. He had been sitting up at one point with his arm stuck underwater in the bathtub to prevent the wounds from clotting. He must have collapsed and pulled his arm from the water in the process. That's what the medicine was for. Or at least that's what it was supposed to be for, but it seemed he hadn't taken enough to cause a quiet death.

No. His brother had to find him here like this. He never told Gavin that he'd tried this before and failed then too. Elijah never wanted his brother to know, but that was too late now.

He struggled for a moment, trying to open his eyes to look at Gavin. His vision started to clear after a few blinks and he was staring up into the pale, worried face of his brother.

"Gav..."

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Every time I see Gavin's head, I just want to run my fingers through his hair 👉👈

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What do you mean that's your comfort character? They need a bar of soap and a hug.

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He didn't bother to look where his brother had moved to, trusting him to stay at a distance. He took a step towards the assailant, both hands now on his pistol. "I said....drop the weapon. Don't make me repeat myself again" He warned, taking another step towards him.

He so badly wanted to just, shoot this asshole in the knee to get him down, or charge him and beat the shit out of him...but he had to at least try to keep his cool...at least until the suspect dropped his weapon.

There's a click sound, if Elijah was to look, he'd see his assailant with a service pistol pressed against their head, and a pissed off Detective Reed on the end of it.

"Detroit Police...I suggest you drop the weapon now, less my finger slip on accident" His tone is dead serious and restrained despite the deep rage in his eyes.

"You have 5 seconds to comply"

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Sender muse happens to walk by and see Receiver muse being pinned to a wall. There's a hand roughly holding Sender's face with a knife at their throat. || Accepting!

Of all the damn times he'd gone to his brother's, this was the first time anyone had interacted with him. As he'd made his way from the taxi to the apartment building, someone had grabbed him and pulled him to the side of the complex.

"Hey! What are you-" The hand forcefully grabbed him by the face, his head hitting the wall, dazing him for a moment. As he blinked away the stars in his vision he heard the click. Blue eyes followed the line of the barrel and his savior's arms all the way to his face.

Gavin...

Elijah felt the knife press harder against his skin. For a moment he thought he could feel blood starting to run down the side of his neck. Then he was released, the man putting up his hands, knife still firmly in his grasp, backing away a few steps.

A hand moved to his neck, feeling the small trail of blood. It had just been enough to break the skin but nothing beyond that. He moved behind Gavin, keeping his distance so his brother could do his job.

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He was always down for letting his sibling info dump on him...even if he didn't understand half of what any of this nerd stuff meant. But...he couldn't help but notice the scars, even if he seen them briefly.

He probably should have asked before just...invading his brothers space to look at them, but he couldn't help it. At least it seemed they were all old scars, nothing recently from what he could see....before his brother pulled his arm back. He was just glad he didn't see anything new looking.

"Look I'm not going to pry, and sorry I just...did that without asking. If you wanna talk about em, I'll listen. Otherwise...please continue with what you were telling me" He didn't want to push or stress his brother out, and...he figured his brother would talk about it when he felt okay to.

[ DISCOVER ]  for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time 

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EXTENSIVE SCAR RELATED PROMPTS || Accepting!

Normally he wore mostly long sleeved shirts or jackets around Gavin. It was enough to hide most of them. But without thinking he'd pushed back his sleeves as he was talking, moving his hands around as he was explaining some concept in robotics that his brother didn't care about but was letting him infodump about.

Gavin had grabbed him by the wrist and pulled his arm closer, pushing the sleeve farther up his arm. They were old scars; just over twenty years old in fact. He let out heavy sigh and pulled his arm back, covering them with his sleeves again.

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Muse talking about the mun

Send me a symbol for my muse to answer these questions about the mun! 

👀 Do the mun and you get along? 

✌ Is there anything you dislike about the mun? 

👋 Do you and the mun agree on something? 

✍ Has the mun some special talents beside writing? 

🙏 Do you think the mun would be able to survive in your world? 

✨ Does the mun read fanfictions and if yes, what is your opinion on them?

🎉 Does the mun likes to go to parties or not? 

🎁 Is the mun good at taking compliments or not? 

🎀  What does the mun have for a music taste? Do you like it? 

🎨 What are the mun’s hobbies? 

👗 How is the mun’s fashion sense? 

✂ Did the mun ever do something to make you jealous? 

⏳ How much time does the mun spend on your blog? 

🍨 What is the mun’s favorite ice cream flavour? 

🍪 Does the mun like sweets? 

🍓 What is something you and the mun disagree on? 

🍀 What is your opinion on the layout of the blog the mun did for you? 

⭐ Is there any genres the mun enjoys writing but you don’t enjoy being part of? 

🌟 Is there any genres the mun doesn’t enjoy writing but you enjoy being part of? 

☀ Does the mun listen to you while writing or not? 

🌙 Does the mun stay up long or goes to bed early? 

⚡ What is the mun’s favorite weather? 

❄ Did the mun ever forced you to do something you didn’t want to do? 

💧 How often do you annoy the mun? And with what? 

🔥 How would you spend one day with the mun if you could? 

☀ Does the mun have other muses beside you? What is your opinion on them?

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More zlatko!gv200 painting...

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He tightened his hug, sure his brother was probably right about that for all he knew...but he couldn't help but wonder if he could have helped somehow...if he knew.

"Not sure if I can make that promise, Eli." He admitted, his tone softening. He spent years thinking his sibling had abandoned him, and resented him for that and the androids...he felt like shit enough for that. Now he finds out his brother went through this kind of shit? It only made him feel worse for his previous feelings.

"...I'll try to keep that promise though. I better not hear about you doing this shit ever again, okay?"

“You can’t keep hiding this stuff.”

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high pain tolerance starters || Accepting!

Elijah looked at his brother, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. He's kept a lot of things hidden from his brother. Too many things that would hurt him or set him off. Yet he knows he's hurting himself just as much by not saying anything. He's been trying to be more open in therapy and he's trying to be more open with Gavin but... It was still hard to tell him.

"I know," he said, gaze shifting to anywhere else in the room. Elijah rubbed the heels of his hands against his tired eyes. There was some evidence that his insomnia was acting up again; dark circles contrasting his pale complexion.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Gav," he started. "I can't just spill every little thing that hurts me. I can't just sit here and tell you things I know will hurt you or get you so upset that you go and do something stupid. You're my brother and I trust you but I can't just tell you everything."

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(KISS) for sender to leave a kiss against receiver's back. ((for Miles))

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Between the sounds of rain outside the window, and the android pressed against his back...he couldn't help but feel himself falling asleep. No meds needed tonight, no staying up well past three in the morning, unable to sleep.

He could have sword he heard Miles say something, but he was so out of it...he didn't quite catch it. He had almost completely nodded off, when he felt the android shift a little, pressing a kiss against his back.

"Hmm...?" Came the sleepy response from the human.

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"Yeah, that's what I say. Wish he'd get out more, but I understand why he doesn't" He flicked his ashes, setting the cigarette between his lips for a few moments. He noticed the look Hank was giving him...and he wouldn't be surprised if the old man figured it out...the guy was promoted to Lieutenant for a reason. And it wasn't super hard to figure out, hell they look alike.

He doesn't say anything, but his face must have said it all for him. One last drag from his smoke, before he dropped the butt and stamped it out on the ground, exhaling the last of it into the air before he looked over at Anderson again. "Don't tell anyone" He finally said, sure the old man knew what he meant by that, but he added on "There is a reason we don't go telling people. And yes, I know its Ironic."

He can't say he's too happy with Hank knowing, but at the same time...he does trust the old man, and it was relevant as to why their father would be looking for him.

Not easy to find? This guy had 30 something years to contact them, hell he could have approached them at school...he's not buying that. His head tilted just ever so slightly, his eyes squinting just a little bit...He knew his brother had problems with stalkers in the past, its one of the reasons he became such a recluse to begin with. It almost sounded like...this guy wanted to find his sibling. "No, no I haven't" He lied, like hell would he tell his guy how close the two of them are now a days or give him any information.

If nothing else he knew their mothers names, so him being their father didn't seem like a lie. He growled lightly "You keep Grace's name out of your mouth. My brother was not 'too much for her to handle'." He was starting to really get pissed off, hands falling to his side, balling up into fists. "Feel free to talk as much shit as you want about Rhonda though, I could care less. But leave Grace out of it"

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for robot muses ... sentence starters

"Good robot."

"Come on. Time to robot."

"You might be malfunctioning."

"I should've just gotten a robot."

"You might need to reboot, soon."

"Were you programmed to bother me?"

"Do robots dream? Do you even sleep?"

"You always seem just as human as me."

"Your wiring is all messed up, lemme fix it."

"Tell me, do you get on well with other robots?"

"I'll never get used to the ways your eyes glow."

"Don't worry, I'll get you repaired, good as new!"

"Identify yourself. What is your type and model?"

"Give me a break. I've never been a robot before."

"I didn't know they were building models like you."

"This is no offense, but you are a robot, aren't you?"

"It's my fault. I programmed you to want too much."

"How come the company sent us a goddamn robot?"

"It's so hot out and your metal is always cold, c'mere."

"I'm not surprised you feel fried, that was a lot of data."

"What I wouldn't give to be like you… be built like you."

"We've come to rescue our friend, you evil bag of bolts!"

"You're old. Yesterday's model. Ready for the scrap heap!"

"Anything humans can do, I'll admit, you robots can do better."

"I don't mean to sound superior, but I hate the company of robots."

"So, out of curiosity, do you have to follow the first law of robotics?"

"Unless you obey my instructions, I shall be forced to disconnect you."

"Don't listen to them, being a robot doesn't make you less of a person."

"Well, I don't need any assistance. 'Specially from a plastic asshole like you."

"Maybe you need to power down for a bit. You've been pushing yourself hard."

"Please tell me there's something in your programming that'll help us out here!"