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Nines, watching Gavin wreak havoc in the bar drinking his alcohol-based thirium in a whiskey glass.

Connor: Aren’t you going to stop him?

Nines: Not yet.

*chairs being thrown in the background as well as grunts as the bar fight continued*

Nines: He’s still having fun and he barely has a scratch on him. Once he breaks a nose or two I’ll carry him over my shoulder. He prefers it that way.

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if you turn off all the lights in your house and repeat “i like dogs” in the mirror when the clock strikes midnight, Connor will barrel roll through the glass and tell you you have psychological issues

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Carnations

Gavin arrived at his desk and found a yellow rose on top of his desk. He frowned taking the card and reading it. These delivery people always mistaking his desk just because it’s nearer. His eyes widened seeing “For Detective Gavin Reed.” Written on it, he flipped it over, there’s nothing else on the card. He plopped down on the chair staring at the flower. He looked over at his partner who was already sitting typing away at the terminal, “Hey Nines, did you see who put the flowers on my desk?”

“No.” He answered in a matter-of-fact tone, not looking away from his work.

Gavin looked at Nines narrowing his eyes. “Are you sure you didn’t see who put the flower here?”

Nines sighed and turned away from his work, steel blue eyes giving him an exasperated look, “You might have an admirer, and the flower is beautiful. Why not put them in a vase or a container that can hold water. I think whoever had given it to you would appreciate it.”

Gavin scoffed, “Jesus, fine.” He came back with his extra mug with water and placed the flower there, “I don’t know who would give me flowers, people don’t give me these things.”

Nines smirked, “You can be quite insufferable.”

“I would know, even I get annoyed at myself.”

Nines chuckled and Gavin tried to fight of the chuckle that was accumulating in his chest. He can’t have the fact that they were getting along be known.

In the coming days, as the flower withered it would be replaced with a brand-new yellow rose. Then as the weeks passed by it was pink roses, then red carnations and now a bouquet of daisies.”

“Okay, Nines are you sure you’re not seeing who’s sending these?” Gavin complained, touching the petals of the flower just as Nines put his 3rd coffee mug for the day.

“If you’re worried that it’s a suspicious person. I can have it analyzed to see if there are fingerprints.”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll let them have their thing, if this would make them happy, then I’ll let them do it.” Gavin said as he tapped on one of the daisies with a finger

Their colleagues have noticed it, and were approaching their desk more often than usual curious about the detective’s secret admirer. One of the most common visitors would be Connor who was getting friendly with Gavin as of late due to a joint case they had. “You have a new batch of bouquets again? Whoever is sending these to you seem to have a crush on you.”

Gavin rolled his eyes and turned his chair to face the android, “You think?”

Connor smiled and nodded, “Daisies in the flower language usually means Innocence, Loyal Love, I’ll Never Tell and Purity. Pink roses are of admiration and red carnations are affection ”

Gavin whirled at Nines, “Why didn’t you tell me the flower meanings?”

“You didn’t ask.” Nines gave Connor a look which made Gavin frown as Connor continued to smile.

Gavin turned his back at Nines crossing his arms “How about the first one? A yellow rose.”

Connor’s brows raised at that, his brown eyes flicking over at him then at Nines, realization on his face. “Ah, well, it means friendship.”

“So, they wanted to be friends?”

Connor leaned on Gavin’s desk with his hip, crossing his arms, an unmistakable teasing smirk on his lips. “Yes, but it seems they are wanting more from the way the flowers are progressing. What do you plan on doing, detective?”

Gavin was silent for a while, his fingers tapping on his arms that were still crossed, “They need an answer then?”

Connor shrugs.

The next day Nines arrived at his desk a bouquet of mixed red roses and carnations on his desk while Gavin was sitting on his chair flicking through his phone. Gavin turned to see Nines staring blankly at his own desk, touching the petals.

“You seem to have a secret admirer as well.” Gavin said casually.

Nines picked up the card attached to it where there was a note, “Yes. You freaking idiot.”

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The user asks:

How did you solve the problem of putting a Christmas tree in small apartments?

G. Reed replies:

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Nines: Detective, it is ill-advised that you continue smoking. You have been smoking a pack a day, I prefer you alive.

Gavin, giving him the bird: Phck off, I’m stressed.

Nines: Fine I will give you a substitute.

Pulls cigarette out of his mouth and as Gavin opened his mouth to protest stuck him with a lollipop.

Nines: There, strawberry. If you want more. Ask.

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Gavin: Nobody loves me.

Nines: Are you sure?

Gavin: Yeah, I'm-

Nines, pointing to himself: Are. You. Sure?

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^ nope, super glue definitely wasn’t my answer either. my guess was right around where Hanks mind was. But worse.

It became a bit of a pastime at the DPD to give Nines and Connor mystery samples to analyse. Sometimes they were presented with crushed candies, other times a flour and chalk mix. Each and every time, they got it right. Nobody could yet defeat them, no matter what weird and wonderful thing they came up with. Naturally, Gavin liked to play the game too and one afternoon he approached with a sly grin and pushed a clear bag towards Nines. In it was a colourless, clear fluid.

“See what you make of this!” He watched gleefully as Nines dipped a finger in it and brought a healthy dose up to his lips.

“Did you seriously just make him taste lube?” Hank sounded reproachful even as he stood at the edge of the group, observing with more than mild interest.

“Nope,” Gavin’s grin widened. “What did I give you, Nines?”

The android’s LED was a solid red as he looked up. His jaw seemed to open but his lips remained closed. The motion repeated several times, each time, his eyes widened a little until he looked as close to panic as a machine could. All of a sudden, he lurched from his seat towards Gavin who tumbled back with a screech of fear.

“It was a joke!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. “Learn to take a joke!”

Nines advanced with rage written across his face and Gavin continued to back away, apologies mixed in with swearing until his back hit a desk and Nines loomed over him.

“I’m sorry I gave you super glue,” he whimpered, “machines can’t hurt people. Right?”

There was a moment where nobody dared move, suspended in anticipation and worry. The next moment Nines’ face creased up into a toothy grin.

“Androids cannot harm humans. Neither do they have a sense of humour.” Nines looked inordinately proud of himself. “Next time you give an android superglue, you’d do well to remember that they can break down most compounds for analysis. And that the desire to troll a troll can be strong enough to overcome even the most stringent of machine code.”

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Basically, this tik tok is reed900. In this essay I will-

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Emotions Are Hard

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Reed900 - Lava lamp

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enemies to lovers who are still pretending to be enemies for the reputation

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the holy trinity of softness

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Okay, so Gavin Reed is a 2-dimensional jerk in Detroit Become Human, with no redeeming qualities, but fans have ended up creating this narrative where him getting partnered up with RK900 has him go through a buddy-cop-style character arc that makes him a better person.

And it’s quite amazing.

Gavin in the source material is a jerk who pulls a gun in the middle of a police interrogation, and tries to spill coffee on Connor in That One Scene in the game. He does not go through a character arc by the end of the plot.

Gavin in the “fandom expanded verse” (which I am only just now deciding to call it) is a sweary, hot-tempered cop, but is loyal, ambitious, and is a legitimately skilled detective who can follow obscure clues. A lot of his argumentativeness springs from insecurity and pride.

At first, he absolutely hates getting partnered up with RK900, who resembles Connor. Karmatic punishment for Gavin’s rudeness towards Connor.

But as they solve cases together, Gavin ends up developing a good comradery with RK900. Saving each other from gunfire and both being sharp-tongued enough to banter with each other.

Gavin comes to realise that RK900 is not Connor.

Gavin is a cat person. He has past experience in dangerous, high-tension hostage negotiations. And he got that scar on his nose from a bar fight. He’s still a jerk, but it’s rounded.

And just why oh why are fans able to weave a more complex narrative for this character than David Cage?!

The fandom for this game amazes and fascinates me, because I continually and consistently find the stuff they explore and expand upon more interesting than the source material they are provided with.

The closest thing I can compare this phenomena to is how writers sometimes adapt public domain works and explore aspects of it that the original didn’t touch upon.

So yeah, thank you for coming to my TED talk on how and why I ended up drawing fanart for a side character that appears in like 4 scenes of the whole game.

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apparently ur last 5 non face emojis are ur aestuetic. ❤💞🏳️‍🌈🏃‍♂️💔 AWWW

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feels good to live in denial