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“There are times when victory is very hard to take.”

Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence, dir. Nagisa Ōshima

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A Gavin Reed fanfic WIP

So, I'm currently writing a fic for the Detroit: Become Human fandom (my very 1st one!), and I thought it would be a good idea to post some extracts while I keep working on it! It's a Gavin Reed character study, but also a Reed900 fic (I'm a shipper trash at her finest lol).

In a nutshell, it's a glimpse through Gavin's life, from his rebellious teenage years to his companionship with RK900. The fic in itself will be divided in tiny snippets, like flashes of memories, and tell the important moments of his life. The first two extracts are following one another. The third one is taking place yeeeeeeaaaaars later.

Hope you'll enjoy the 3 extracts ;)

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His first time was exactly like he had ever envisioned it: a quick shag, hidden behind the stadium’s bleachers. Her name was Mary — or was it Masie? fuck, he couldn’t remember. He was drunk out of his mind. A miracle he could keep it up.

She was a tiny brunette. A substitute cheerleader. And as far as he knew, she wanted to be like Jane or Dolorès from the main team: a popular chick with hordes of fans.

Sex was a way to achieve that.

They had hooked up at the school party. She had told him she liked bad boys. Liked his scars and his earrings. That he was looking like danger — and that was exciting. His buddies had given thumbs up from afar. And he had smashed his brain with liquid courage, and that was it.

Yeah, it had been that easy.

She was moaning obscenely loud (fake, his mind supplied) doing everything to NOT keep it quiet. She wanted the world to know they were having sex. That they were now a part of the first category of teens. That they were grown-ups.

She was too soft for his liking. She had curves where he had wanted plane and hard surfaces. He was lusting for firm muscles, big hands, and strong arms. About getting pinned down and manhandled. About getting taught a good fuckin’ lesson.

He came with the vision of a man restraining his wrists.

Fuck.

* * * *

When he came back home that morning, he ran into Elijah.

The nerd was in the kitchen, flipping through notebooks scattered on the counter and drinking some veggie smoothie — or whatever that shit was.

They quickly brushed past each other. Shoulders bumped.

Silence.

A glance from both sides.

Judgment.

Gavin still reeked of alcohol, sex and perspiration. Elijah wrinkled his nose and a smug smile stretched Gavin’s lips.

For the first time in his life, he was probably a step ahead of the dumb genius.

* * * *

Gavin woke up on a Thursday morning with a message from an unknown number. Way too early — even for someone from the precinct. Weird.

Unknown number 05.05.2039, 4.57am ...With the RK900. Really.

… With Nines… Huh?

An unimpressed face flashed before his eyes. Arms crossed. The rise of a well-shaped eyebrow.

The nerd.

Fuck.

How could he have his num…— Whatever. He probably had his finks. Now, on the other hand: HOW COULD HE KNOW ABOUT NINES AND HIM?! Gavin smashed his face into the pillow with a groan. What. The. Fuck. This was going to be a fuckin’ nightmare.

Gentle fingers ran through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. A soft kiss on the nape of his neck followed by a simulated raspy voice.

“Go back to sleep, Gavin. There’s only one hour and thirty-two minutes left before your phone alarm goes off.”

Gavin mumbled incoherently. Elijah wasn’t going to let him live after that. Shit. An arm tighten around his middle, and he did what Nines said anyway.

(He blocked the phone number for the next three days for good measure.)

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The Cute sheep and the Happy dragon, for @lena221b huhu ;)

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And I still love him. I love him.

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Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I’m covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seams