Sarcasm
Gavin Ć reader enemies to lovers pt 1
Content: lots of swearing, two (2) furby references, a little violence, gender neutral pronouns, but use of "good girl" in one part. Connor is readers' best friend, reader is also a hot head, cringe come backs, I don't know how police work works.
Gavins fucking smirk
A shit eating grin spread across Gavins face as he laughed about whatever he and his friend were talking about, whatever it was it was funny enough for gavin to slam his hand against the table a couple of times too. God can he be quiet for one fucking second?
My jaw clenched looking at him.
Gavin fucking Reed. The office shit head. Honestly, what can't I say about him. Loud, rude, perverted, and generally just safety hazard. He walks around like he owns the fucking place and dosnt give two shits about people. Partners coming and going like a rotating door, I can only imagine why.
His friend, I often forget her name, gives him a smile before what looks like warm goodbyes followed by her walking out of the break room. I've never really gotten to know her. At first glance, she looks like a decent person, maybe even someone I'd hang out with, but if she's such chums with Gavin, then I can't imagine how she must be like. As his smile faded, he took a final sip of coffee, paper cup crushing in his hand shortly after before he finally tries to throw the trash in the metal garbage basket. He misses.
I couldn't help but let a snicker slip between my lips. he suddenly turned his attention to me, eyes narrowing. His expression hardens almost immediately as he walks over to pick up the crumpled up paper coffee cup and drop it in the trash. "Fucking great shot." I whispered to myself, suppressing a smile as I looked back at my work, trying to focus on the case in front of me.
The computer displayed a file about a recent robbery, a man decided to rob his friends home because he didn't pay him back. Not only did he break and enter to get his money back, but he stole various other items from the house. Mostly items of value like jewelry but also strange random stuff like packs of gum and a furby? In all honesty, I couldn't blame him, but it was strange non the less.
I pulled out my note pad, jotting down important details, occasionally throwing in my own theories for motivation.
My pencil skid across the paper as something heavy bumped into my desk. I quickly looked up to be met with narrow brown eyes "y/n." Gavin spat. "Reed." I shot back
He pressed his palm onto my desk, trying to take a more relaxed pose, though he still looked ridged. "wanna tell me what you were laughing at?" He demanded rather than questioned. A small smile cracked on my face again, thinking about it. I quickly forced it to disappear. "Oh, nothing. you're a star shooter, maybe even have a chance on the NBA. Though... you would have to be a bit taller." I quipped, the smile I was suppressing slipping back on my face. The palm that sat relaxed on my desk tightened, fingers flexed in uncomfortable forms. "You think you're so fucking smart-"
"not really. Just better."
His tongue stabbed his cheek, looking around the room with a fake impressed face. "Oh! Oh, you think you're better?" Gavin snickered quietly, looking at whoever was walking by as he spoke."They think they are better than me! Ooo!"
My lip curled in disgust. Absolutely childish. I fought off, rolling my eyes to no success. "Well then, tell me how. How are you better?" I opened my mouth to speak, but then he cut me off. "Go on, tell me. How." My brows frowed for a second before breathing in to speak, and he once again cut me off. "How?" I squinted at him slightly, opening my mouth, and he did it again. "Go on. say something." His eyes held a knowing look, a smile slowly creeping on his face. I just stared at him, jaw clenched, a warm rage shooting through my veans. He nodded slowly. "That's what I thought." He whispered. Tapping my desk, and gave me that fucking. Smile. "Eat shit, Reed." I spat. He clicked his tongue at me and winked. "Aww, love you too." He hummed sarcastically. Finally walking away, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets.
My head began to sting as a sudden headache washed over me. All the focus I had on my case disappeared, placing my hands on my head, I sucked in a deep breath, the pain taking over my skull. I pulled open a drawer at my desk, looking for my mini bottle of aspirin. Rummaging my hand around, I realized to my dismay that I ran out two weeks ago and I forgot to get a new one. Fuck. I shot a glance at gavins desk, he sat relaxed, scrolling on his phone, feet propped up on his desk, one foot tapping to a nonexistent rythem. The headache grew worse, a small groan escaping my lips.
I flenched as a hand rested on my shoulder. I quickly spun around, in doing so, ripping the hand off me,to see Connor, looking down at me with a soft expression. "Sorry to disturb you, detective l/n. I just came to check on you. I noticed your stress levels were higher than normal, are you alright?" He quirked his head slightly. I let out a low sigh, out of relief and frustration. "Yeah, I just- Gavins being... Gavin." I mumbled. "I think he gave me a fucked head ache, too." Connor nodded, his gaze falling over to Gavins desk. "What did he do this time?" He asked calmly. I groaned at the fresh memory. "He was being an immature brat." Connor hummed in response "ah so nothing new." He shot me a soft smile. I huffed a laugh in response. "Nothing new." I agreed, small smile spending across my lips.
Hours passed, and I finally finished my work, getting ready to leave. I grabbed my things, sliding my phone and other items on my pockets. A sense of relief washed over me when i realized my head ache finally disappeared.
I walked over to Connors desk, and he was already prepared to leave, patiently standing as he waited for Hank to gather his things. "Wanna do anything today, Connor?" I asked, pulling out my phone to look for any local events happening. Connor and I usually hang out every Thursday, something we sorted out once Connor deviated. He said it made him feel more human, and i loved hanging out with him, so who am i to deny him such luxurys. "I was hoping we could go to a bar. I haven't had a drink in a while, and I've been craving a nice cocktail." I offered. "Maybe. I thought it'd be fun to attend a dog show. There's an event happening in an hour just a few miles away." Connor stated.
A smile cracked on my face. "Decisions, decisions." I tisked, slipping my phone back in my pocket. "How about we go to the dog show and then the bar?" I offered. The android nodded in agreement. "we can do that." I nodded back, then turned to Hank. "wanna join us?" Hank shook his head, flicking his hand in dismissal. "No, you kids have fun. I just wanna sit around my house today." I sat my fists on my hips and replied,"Not even for the bar?" At that hank let out an almost frustrated sigh. "I'd love to, but Connor made me promise I'd cut back on drinking."
I glanced over at connor for a moment, who stayed neutral before looking back at Hank. "Huh. Well, I'm proud you're sticking to that, see you later, Hank." I replied, waving to Hank as I started to leave. "I'm only doing it cause connor will never shut up about it. Don't be so proud." He grumbled, patting down his pants for keys. "Mmm hmm, bye hank!" I called again, exiting the department.
Connor sat with perfect posture in the plastic fold out chair next to mine. The auditorium was filled with bustling voices, most excited for the upcoming dog show but behind us I could hear some whispering voices.
"Are they with an android?"
"Do you think they are dating it?"
"Wouldn't surprise me. Everyone's doing it now a days."
"I know, what has humanity come to?"
I tensed at the hushed gossiping behind us, glancing over at connor. He returned a confused look. I shrugged, baffled, not knowing what to say. We weren't dating, never have, and I didn't really have plans to, connor and I were nothing more than good friends, but even if we were, I didn't see the big deal. "Are you alright?" Connor muttered, leaning in slightly. I nodded, glancing around briefly. "I'm fine, are you fine?" He gave a single nod, smiling softly. "I hear enough anti-android speech, I'm fine." My jaw dropped slightly. "That response doesn't comfort me, connor." I breathed. He leaned back into his seat, nodding over to me. "I'm fine. If you want to talk about it, we can do that after the show." I sighed, bringing my attention back to the bordered off center of the gymnasium. A woman appeared with a microphone in her hand, introducing the show.
"Hello everyone ! Welcome to the..."
As she spoke, I replied to connor, "No, it's alright, we don't have to."
"Yes! Thank you!" I groaned, taking a sip from my martini. Connor and I were deep in conversation. "The bull territor should have won! It was so obedient! And so cute! And- and- it's tricks were so well done and timed and ... dude, I'm so mad." Connor nodded in agreement. "I'm very upset as well. Either the bull territor or the corgi." He was leaning against the bar counter, I always felt awkward taking connor to bars and restaurants because he couldn't eat. I often felt rude because of it. I've caught myself offering my own drink or meal to him and then immediately becoming intensely embarrassed.
"The corgi? I mean, she was good, but that husky, rot willer thing was better." Connor shook his head in disagreement "no he wasn't! His routine was sloppy!" My eyes widened."Sloppy?? It was graceful! And adorable!"
Before I could finish my thoughts, a new objective came to mind. I sighed. "I'll be back, I gotta go take a piss." I grumbled. Connor just nodded in response. I quickly hopped off the bar stool, walking past the arrangement of dining tables filled with people eating greasy burgers and dry chicken fingers, squeezing behind patrons playing pool under warm yellow lights. Suddenly, I was knocked back, spinning around. I bumped into someone leaving the men's restroom. Forcing a startled yelp out of me. "Oh my god! I'm sorry, are you okay?" I turned around, disoriented to see a familiar pair of brown eyes staring back at me.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Gavin asked anger and shock laced into his voice. My eyes widened. No fucking way. "I'd ask you the same thing." He stepped closer to me, tilting his head slightly "I was trying to relax and have a good fucking time until you showed up." I stared at connor, a sudden wave of fear stinging in my chest. I can deal with Gavin on my own, but Connor has told me about the awful shit he's tried on him. I don't want to know what kind of scene Gavin would cause if he knew he was here. He noticed my split attention and followed my gaze, looking at the android, idely sitting on the bar stool with patience. "And you brought the fucking plastic prick? God, I knew you were lonely, but I at least expected you to hire a hooker or something, not bring the human shaped furby."
My blood turned to fire, fist clenching tight to my thigh. "Reed, you're so noxious, not even a furby could talk to you, and they are one of the most basic robotic toys." He rolled his eyes. "That's the best you could come up with?" He hissed, almost smiling. "I don't need to be clever when you're the biggest joke in the whole bar." At that, his face went red, he snached my wrist, pulling me so close I could feel his breath on my face, he smelled of cigarettes. "Got any more little quips?" His grip was tight around my wrist, eyes boring into me.
My breath began to shake. He was always a ball of rage, but this was the first time he got physical with me. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my courage. He simply hummed, a pleased smile spreading across his face. "That's right, quiet." He lulled. A sudden warmth spread across his cheeks, my heart skipping a beat. He was so close, so warm... No. No! I can't think that shit about Gavin. He's Gavin fucking reed!
His messy hair hung over his face slightly, framing his features in a way I never really observed. His eyes as intimidating as they were were also gorgeous, hot coffee colors burning holes in my face. His lips were... Was he kind of... handsome?
My vision went white
My hand stung with sudden force. As I opened my eyes, vision clear, I just realized I slapped him. His face will plastered with shock, a red mark quickly appearing on his cheek. The outline of my hand singed into his stubbled face. Once I realized what I've done, Gavins' expression started to change. What ever shock he had melted away into something more unsettling. His brows arched, nose crinkled, teeth slightly bared. "You bastard!" He quickly realed back his arm and I braced for impact, moving my hands up to cover my face.
And waited
The impact never came. I opened my eyes to see Connor standing next to gavin now, a firm grip on his wrist. Gavins hand was curled into a fist. "I would advise you dont do that." Connor stated firmly, his expression hardened.
Gavins jaw clenched, nostrils flaired and used his other arm to sock Connor in his stomach. Connor flenched, wavering slightly as his knees buckled. Not falling, but his stance was no longer ferm enough to hold onto Gavin.
He quickly snapped back to me, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and yanking me twords him. His breath was hot against my skin. "Get. out." Was all he stated. My breath began to tremble, and he shoved me back with force, pointing at the door. "And take that aluminum peice of with with you!" I could feel myself shaking. Not just from fear but from rage. I clenched my fist, taking in deep breaths, and walked over to connor, grabbing his arm. "Come on, the human sewage is starting to make me nauseous."
I could feel all eyes on me as i dragged connor out of the restaurant, whispers and mutters, filling the air. a wave of heat washed over me, embarrassment pricking at my neck. Among the eyes and disembodied voices, one set stuck out to me. An almost burning sensation on the back of my head, I knew it was Gavin watching with pride as I ran away. Running away like I always do. Why can I never finish the fight? A single voice, though the muddied whispers, stuck out to me. "That's right, walk way like a good girl."
Connor, now caught up with my pace, pushed open the glass door in front of us. I could feel my face turn warm from rage. I wanted to turn around and sprint at Gavin and knock his teeth out with full force. But Connor simply tugged at my arm, swaying me enough to follow him out the bar.
I stepped out, a mix of shame, rage, and a new sense of... aroused confusion all pummeling at my stomach. As I turned around, looking into the restaurant for a final time and all the way in the back I could see gavin standing with his arms crossed, wearing that fucking smirk.
