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to say he was exhausted was an understatement. it had been an eventful 24 hours at the station. there were so many runs to make and it never like it would never stop. once gabriel was able to clock out, he was relieved. there were a few hours to waste before he was supposed to meet with his ex and his son. their thing since the break up was brunch every other week. gabriel loved the kid and he didn’t want to part from him but the relationship just didn’t work. not with gabriel’s schedule and workaholic tendencies. he found himself grabbing a coffee and counting down the moments until he was due at the other’s house.

the parking spot right in from of oliver’s place was perfect for gabriel to make the quick trek to the front door. a few knocks and gabriel stood back, waiting for the door to open. he was a few moments early but he hoped everyone was awake. he didn’t want to go home as he would probably fall asleep but at least his work clothes weren’t too uncomfortable in the heat. a smile formed on his face as he heard footsteps in the doorway and it opened slowly. “good morning.” he said, waiting for it to open completely.

#c: oliver #*.:｡♦ ⋅ ⋆ — [ convo ]#this is terrible i apologize now

actualrebel

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&. BASICS

FULL NAME: gabriel aaron matthews

#fckit:task #fckit:task002 #okay here's another shitty one

daddariodaily

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multimuscs:

she knew - better than anyone - how precious the time spent away from the desk or the crime scene was. and yet, upon the chance of interrupting his peace with something as gruesome as the pictures inside of her file, alyssa didn’t even blink. it was a part of their job; their life. it was the constant need to do better - even when both their minds and bodies seemed to burn out and ache for a moment of rest, there just wasn’t any time for it. “well, it a small price to pay for cutting in on your personal time.” taking the vacant seat opposite the male, alyssa wasted little to no time to open up the case and slide it over. “i have a guy in custody… just turned twenty three, going through an episode and is charged multiple arsons offences. i just need you to look over the file and see if you can connect the man to any other fires during the last two years.” the playfulness was previous there had all but faded away, as pictures of burned skin and lifeless bodies spread over the table. “.. the latest fire killed a kid, matthews.. - so any help you can offer would be much appreciated.”

his job was important to him. he spent most of his time at this firehouse or asleep in his own bed. he wasn’t really sure what a life was outside of it but he knew he had to try sometimes. gabe was used to the sadness that came with the job. they couldn’t save everyone but they would definitely try. it was rough. it was exhausting but it was what he chose to do for life. he exhaled, glancing at the other as he sat up straight. the radio on his shoulder silent for the first time today.

“it seems reasonable. especially after a long shift.” he glanced down, looking through all the pictures in the file, remembering pretty clearly the event. it was a large fire. something that a young adult shouldn’t have caused but he wouldn’t put it past anyone, anymore. everyone was dangerous. he touched the pictures, listening to the officer as he kept his eyes on them. “i remember hearing about it. it wasn’t on my shift but i heard it was pretty brutal.” he shook his head, closing the file and getting the images out of his head. “i can look through some past cases and see if they match up.”

#c: alyssa #*.:｡♦ ⋅ ⋆ — [ convo ]

daddariodaily

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magentcs:

“well shit no need for the third degree.” evie muttered, starting to sweep her materials back into her space and moving her backpack to hang off the back off her chair. “now’s the time where, if you were polite, you’d thank me.” she rolled her eyes at the man, dipping her head back into her books so she could continue studying.

“just stating the obvious, here since no one else wants to.” he let his eyes roll as he moved to take one of the chairs. he was too tired to continue arguing but he would if need be. glancing over at her, he shook his head, offering a sweet but fake smile. “thank you.” his nerves were shot and he didn’t want anymore bullshit. “if you were polite, you wouldn’t have taken up so many chairs. we all have flaws.”

#c: evie #*.:｡♦ ⋅ ⋆ — [ convo ]

kingstonwill:

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will wasn’t paying attention as he walked into the coffee shop, phone in one hand as he scrolled through some missed texts from his parents. well, his mom. his father and him only talked when they were forced into a conversation. sighing, he looked up just as he felt another body come crashing into his own. “fuck, shit,” he muttered, feeling liquid splash onto his jeans. he looked up and saw the other with coffee all over them. thankfully, only a few drops came his way. “fuck,” he repeated, “i didn’t see you there.”

his mind was all a mess this morning, not getting enough sleep at the firehouse the night before. he had too much to do today and sleep wasn’t an option. he grabbed his drink from the counter, moving towards the door as he checked his text messages. they weren’t anything important but he read them anyways. just a few from old friends and his coworkers. he didn’t hear anyone until they knocked into one another. he shook his head, glancing down at the bit of coffee that was on his shirt. he shook his head, not crying over anything. “no big deal. i’m not even sure this outfit is clean. it was on the floor.” he glanced at the other, exhaling a little. “i’m pretty tall so i’m not sure how you missed me.”

#c: will #*.:｡♦ ⋅ ⋆ — [ convo ]

multimuscs:

@gcbe

she had never liked the fire station much - always considering the place to be a horrible indicator of what might happen if tragedy struck once again. the vague, lingering smell of smoke reached her; even if it was only a fragment of her own imagination. case file in hand - alyssa moved through the department with a sense of purpose. “EXCUSE ME..” a pair of manicured fingers closed around a passing man, stopping him effeciently in his tracks. while a low tone mumbled out the name of who she was looking for, alyssa’s eyes barely moved over the other’s features. stepping into the break room, those same eyes dropped to see a dark head of hair sat by the kitchen table. “would you be horribly mad at me if i cut your break short and ask you to look over this case with me?” her words were followed with a playful smile, waving the documents in the air. “… - if your answer to that question is yes, then i will let you know that i am planning to buy you an expensive glass of scotch to thank you for the bother.”

the fire station was like his second home. he felt at ease through all the hustle and bustle going on. it relaxed him. everything about his life was so chaotic every single moment but even with that, he felt relaxed. it was calm right now which didn’t happen often but people coming in and out made everything feel right. he glanced over his shoulder as he heard a voice. his phone was more intriguing than anything on tv and he needed two seconds to relax. he recognized the brunette from previous runs, seeing her with the rest of the police on site.

he shook his head as the voice moved closer, taking him out of his moment to focus on the face before him. “mad, no. annoyed, maybe.” he half smiled, motioning for her to take a seat. “i’m always game for a free glass of scotch after a long day.” he nodded to the file in her hands. “what case do you need me to look at?”

#c: alyssa #*.:｡♦ ⋅ ⋆ — [ convo ]

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magentcs:

“oh! i can move these if you need to sit here.” it probably looked like evie had been living in the coffee shop, with about three empty mugs scattered around her work station and her laptop, two review books and a notepad all laid out in front of her. she’d moved to the little bar that faced out to the street a bit ago so that she could get some sunshine on her face and do a bit of people watching, but she was taking up two extra seats to her left and right with all of her stuff.

“there’s really nowhere else to sit.” gabriel glanced around the cafe. he had been walking for a few moments, waiting for someone to get up but no one did. then he saw the chairs being occupied by bags and other shit. it was by the window as well and he needed it after a long shift. “the floor isn’t too dirty for you to put your bags there.”

#c: evie #*.:｡♦ ⋅ ⋆ — [ convo ]

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never ending gifs of matthew daddario: 1/∞

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hello hello again!! it’s me, z here with another hot mess for you all!!

GABRIEL MATTHEWS looks an awful lot like MATTHEW DADDARIO. HE is TWENTY EIGHT and while they’re AMBITIOUS, they have a tendency to get pretty DETACHED. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to HURRICANE by HALSEY.

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