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Stalk - Mayson following Gavin
Don’t be rash- hey! Don’t give me that look!
At first, Gavin has no idea that he’s being followed. The amount of paperwork he’s mindlessly sifted through has far outweighed his coffee intake at this point, so it’s not hard to see why he missed the little body trailing him. In fact, he doesn’t even notice until he lights up a cigarette and looks over only to damn near jump out of his own skin. “Holy FUCK, kid! Don’t fucking sneak up on a guy like that!” Fucking fuck... he dropped his cigarette in a puddle.
“Your ‘dads’ are gonna murder me in this dingy alley if you don’t get your ass back in there! Fuck you even want anyway?”
❋ – A silent hug
Nines blinked, his LED flickered to red. He hadn't even noticed that Gavin was there, much less coming over to him. "... D-Detective.. I.. what are you doing..?" He was struggling to be coherent with the errors coming up in his HUD.
“...” He had hoped to keep it quiet. Hell, he’s even doing his best to take up as little room against Nines as is physically possible while also still huddled up against him. It’s to the point where Gavin’s arms aren’t wrapped around Nines, just fisted in his jacket at the android’s sides. Okay fuck you he’s clinging and hiding. Happy? It’s clear that the detective is not. A heavy sigh is all Nines gets as far as a response from the man tucked against his back, but eventually, he mutters, “Just shut the fuck up and accept it.”
some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word )
goodbye : my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye.
secrets : my muse sharing/confiding their deepest, darkest secret with your muse.
nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
embrace : my muse abruptly throwing their arms around your muse, hugging them tightly.
bloody : my muse coming to your muse with blood stains on their clothes and hands, shaking.
drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.
bed : my muse wakes up in the same bed as your muse with little recollection of the night before.
slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.
gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath.
scream : my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.
sleep : my muse falls asleep on your muse, making it hard for my muse to leave.
stalk : my muse gets caught by your muse trailing behind them, watching them.
sacrifice : my muse jumps in front of your muse, sacrificing their life for your muses life.
trail : my muse watches as your muse traces one of my muses scares, asking them about it.
love : my muse confronts your muse about why they never say ’ i love you ’ back.
piggyback : my muse jumps on your muses back, my muse gives yours a piggyback ride.
jump : my muse runs to your muse and jumps up, my muse holding yours up by their thighs.
dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.
carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
lighter : my muse pulls out a lighter and lights it for your muse to use to light their cigarette.
shot : my muse gets shot and struggles to your muses house for aid.
wound : my muse patches and bandages a wound your muse has gotten.
fight : my muse stops your muse from getting into a physical fight with someone else.
arrest : your muse finds my muse arrested in cuffs with swarming police everywhere.
hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.
gun : my muse pulls out a gun on your muse, your muse tries to talk them into putting the gun down.
betrayal : my muse finds out that your muse has betrayed them in same way and confronts them about it.
nude : my muse walks in on your muse accidentally seeing them naked.
karaoke : my muse pulls your muse up on stage with them to sing some karaoke songs.
laughter : my muse hears your muse laughing uncontrollably and approaches to see if they are okay.
murder : my muse walks in on your muse committing a gruesome murder.
wet : my muse strips down to their under garments and runs into the water, motioning for your muse to join them.
(so what if I just showed the fuck up again out of the blue uninvited after a yEAR OR MORE-)
“Can’t sleep?” || detroit-swatcaptian
Don’t you fuckin try to “new phone” me, bitch!@detroit-swatcaptain
Gavin was casually scrolling through some hellsite when the message pops up.
[no. and i tried. 5 hr 23min before work. kill me] He then promptly drops his phone on his face.
[fml. my phone just tried.]
Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.
i’m sorry i love a rat man
please send a nice ask to the person below this post!!
Gavin: Go fuck yourself!
RK900: Fuck me yourself, you coward.
Elijah Kamski, Gen Z technocrat, definitely never asked to get caught up in the orbit of this unlikely whirlwind romance. He deletes the wedding e-vite so hard that he sprains his own index finger, but he sends Gavin and RK900 a round-trip airline voucher to Madeira as a gift anyway because he is a generous god and a loyal customer is still a loyal customer… even if the customer develops a weird Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret relationship with the customer service e-mail account and keeps sending unsolicited updates about his depraved sex life with RK900, despite never receiving a single e-mail from a customer service representative in response.
“Is this the price of power?” Elijah asks Chloe, clutching his head in his hands.
“It’s the price of you not learning from your mistakes,” says Chloe.
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Please! This makes it so I don’t have to message everyone for permission!
Hit em with the reverse + bonus
he wears contacts so he doesn’t look like eli
Conrad raised a brow, it would be rather easy to download the protocol, yes. However he would need authorization first. That would require Gavin to present said plan to someone of management, most likely Fowler, and get approved for him to even be allowed access. He wondered just how much work would have to be done for it to work, besides just sliding into some undergarments and dancing on a stage.
“Detective Reed, in order for to access said protocol, we need authorization. As such, you will need to bring this plan of yours up to someone in a position of command.” He was pretty sure he didn’t need to elaborate WHO it was they had to talk to. He just wondered if Gavin would even want to.
He’s confused for a moment on why this would be an issue, but it doesn’t take a literal detective to put the pieces together. “Wh... What the fuck?? Why does it have to be me who has to bring it up? It’s your fucking head! YOu ask for permission!”
He drops his head into his hands. “Fuck! Just imagine the shit I’d get for going up to my goddamn boss and ask to give you a fucking lapdance lesson for a ‘mission’. I’d never hear the end of it.” He likes his job but his coworkers are seriously fucking assholes. There is so much wrong with having to be the one to ask for Conrad it’s not even funny. He’s hiding most of it, but his blush still shows up on his ears.
“You can’t save them all… and that’s okay.”
I’m capable of great things and even greater fuck ups.
“It’s my job to try, Tess...” That tiny covered form being gently carried away... Fuck... “It fucking sucks...” He wants to curl up, give up, and just cry... But if he does, more lives will be put in danger.
“I-” He coughs, trying to disguise the strain in his voice. “-need a fucking cigarette...There’s nothing left for me here. Coming?” There’s a small piece of him that hopes she doesn’t leave him to wallow in his feelings.