ONESHOTS ⊳ gavin reed x reader

[Fix you]

[This is written in the present tense and experimental. Tell me what you think of it? Should I stick to the traditional way of writing or go for this verb tense?]

Requested by @gavin_rk90 , @_-TheUnknown-_ and @anocturnalwriter (who suggested the plot) and a few others.

In which Gavin finds a broken Android on the street.

He hates the damn things, and everyone is fully aware of it. He's fully aware of it.

Gavin hates Androids.

Despises them. Detests them. Abominates, execrates, loathes.

Yet he can't get himself to walk away from the pile of garbage bags a few blocks away from his apartment complex. A pile of garbage on which a broken Android lays.

Her— No, its, its lower jaw is missing, mouth agape, wires flooding out of her head, body nothing but a loose almost branch-like structure that lightly resembles a humanoid shape. The Android's eyes are ripped open in fear, the expression frozen into her broken, yet strangely pretty face. Gavin doesn't know what to make of it.

He only knows he's subconsciously sliding his hand into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out his phone, skimming through the contacts, until he finds the familiar number with an even familiar title.

God Complex ™

Before he even realizes it, he's already pressing his phone to his ear, listening to the obnoxious beeps, praying his brother would answer.

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"Can't you just buy yourself an Android like normal people instead of plucking one of the streets?" His brother's hands are smeared in Thirium and he has his glasses on instead of his contacts, looking over their rim when he analyzes a certain biocomponent more closely. Elijah grunts in annoyance when something doesn't work out the way he wants it to and wipes off the blue liquid on his jeans.

"I don't like Androids." Gavin spits back, leaning against the doorframe, closely watching Elijah's every move. Damnit, Gavin's cat, has opted to rub herself up against his brother's legs instead of his, and Gavin can almost feel himself getting jealous.

Almost.

If it weren't for the body of an Android laying on his living room couch, its stomach pried open for his brother to repair the components, staining the brown couch with blue, creating black spots.

Gavin almost feels worried about it. No, not worried. Worried is the wrong word.

Interested in what is happening to it, he calls it.

"Then why'd you call me in at 10 in the evening to fix one for you?" His brother pauses and looks at Gavin through his glasses, smiling up at him slyly. "You could've just left it in the garbage where you found it."

"Shut up and get to work."

"Thanks for the coffee, by the way." Elijah lightly pushes the empty cup set on the floor towards Gavin with his foot. "Get me another."

"I'm not your fucking housemaid."

"Well I'm not your personal mechanic either, but here we are." Elijah smirks at Gavin before connecting two wires, then getting to work on another section in the machine's abdomen.

Gavin sees himself obligated to do it, and picks up the cup from the floor, yet stops to watch Elijah's nimble hands work over the wires and blinking lights in the Android's abdomen as if they were specifically made for it. "What're you doing to her?"