#gavin x reader

[frickingnerd]

love triangle with klavier & kristoph

pairing: klavier gavin x gn!reader x kristoph gavin

tags: romantic rivalry, flirty & affectionate!klavier, scheming!kristoph, planned confession (klavier)

those two might be brothers, but that doesn't mean kristoph will hold back on klavier! he'll do everything in his power to win you over, no matter the cost!

however, kristoph is good at pretending. he'll act supportive of klavier, as the two of you talk about their feelings for you for hours – or rather, klavier talks and kristoph listens, only rarely adding something himself

klavier was likely the one who fell in love with you first! kristoph might've had an eye on you before, but thanks to klavier's constant talk about you, he slowly began to take interest in you as well!

klavier is very openly affectionate and flirty with you! he makes it very clear to you that he likes you, even if he's naturally a little bit flirty–

kristoph, on the other hand, is very subtle with his flirting. he plays mind games with you, saying things that'll leave you wondering how to possibly interpret them! and that's how he makes sure you're constantly thinking about him, one way or another…

their ideas of a date vary as well! kristoph likes to take you to either a fancy restaurant or some rather shady looking bars, while klavier likes to entertain you and take you somewhere new and exciting, so you'll always have some fun memories to look back on with him

klavier already plans on confessing to you, but while kristoph doesn't plan on confessing to you as well, he plans to sabotage klavier's confession, make you think less of him, so you'll run back to kristoph after the failed confession

and while kristoph doesn't plan on confessing to you, he plans to make you confess to him! if he achieves that, he knows he has you wrapped around his finger for good!

[charmedvessel]

Ugh anything w Gavin pls I miss him horribly and I keep thinking what his kinks/fetishes would be, he sure likes freelancer slow stripping for him and god I wish someone would write it in vivid details

Savor: Bodyworshipper Gavin x GN!Freelancer (semi-sfw)

OP: i also miss him terribly…he’s unironically become a top competitor for my favorite (its between him and sam🤭), so i’ll gladly indulge you! if you want something longer lmk, but i wanted to do more of a drabble!

Gavin is very good at making people feel loved, wanted, desired. And he prides himself on that. Something about someone’s warm (or cold, he doesn’t discriminate) body under his palms just does it for him.

But he’s only ever had it in a more non-committal context. Of course, that was more than enough for him at some point. But since getting with his Beloved…well, let’s just say everyone before feels like fast food to him.

The freelancer can’t remember the last time they didn’t feel some sort of touch on their person since getting with Gavin. Sometimes, the touches are rushed, desperate. Hands pull at clothes, mouthes press against skin, and there is little room for words between the moans and sighs coming from either partner.

But other times, things are slow, deliberate. And those are the times Gavin likes the most. Once, his Beloved made a joke about how he must love “savoring his food”, and that kinda stuck with him.

Moments of pleasure with them, no matter how sexual or kinky, don’t feel like feeding to him. He actually is adversed to the thought of even categorizing it as such. It makes a uncomfortable feeling sit in his gut, and even though weeks have passed, it’s still there.

So, when his Beloved comes to him with a glint of tease in his eye, he has two goals in mind.

One, to make his love feel good and happy, always the first priority.

Two, to unpack his feelings on…whatever this is. And well, Gavin’s more of a “learn as we go” kinda guy. So when a half-lidded freelancer pushes him backwards on the couch with a sultry “look, don’t touch”, he doesn’t complain.

His eyes drink in his partner’s form in front of him. Everything from their eyes, face, waist, thighs — they’re all so beautiful to him. He watches as their hands slowly reach for their top, the skin underneath peeking from beneath the fabric.

He can almost imagine his hands cupped on either side of their torso, or how their skin feels under his lips or better — fuck, his tongue.

As more and more of his partner’s stomach is revealed, he can trace the path that he usually takes all the way up to their chest. Like a map, he knows every area where he loves to stop and bite, kiss, suck. He knows what spots cause his Beloved to make the prettiest noises, ones that make his core sing.

The top being discarded casually on the ground breaks Gavin from his thoughts, his eyes meeting his Beloved’s. They comment on how blissed out he looks.

“Are you really that down bad for me?” They ask.

“Is that even a question?” Gavin chuckles, with slight disbelief. But he knows the comment is out of pure tease, and not insecurity. He tilts forward to reach, before being pushed back again.

“Stay.”

Gavin makes a noise between a groan and a purr. It catches in his throat once the freelancer hooks their thumbs on their bottom’s waistline. Gavin watches with an aching heart (and cock) as more and more of his love’s body gets revealed. His eyes brush over their body like a painter, taking note of every last detail. He can tell just from looking alone that his Beloved is reeling from the affect they’re having on him. Not being able to show just how much he admires them and their stunning form is genuinely painful.

“Baby, please.” Gavin says, a pathetic undertone to his voice. Not that he cares, he knows how to get what he wants.

“Please, what?” His love responds, lifting his chin up so he can look at them properly. He almost laughs at how much the power trip is getting to their head. But he will admit, this is hot.

“Let me touch you. I need to feel you, you’re just too gorgeous for me to just look.” He says, pressing his face against their chest, looking up at them like a puppy. He feels the chuckle rumbling through their chest in response.

“And what if I just wanted to soak in your attention? What if I don’t feel like going all the way right now?” They test.

“Then we don’t. But not being able to worship you is torture. And I’ve done nothing to warrant it.” He says between kisses that trickle from their collarbone, down their shoulder.

Like clockwork, the two switch positions, Gavin hovering and drinking in his partner’s glorious body.

“Fuck…” He mumbles before leaning in to kiss them. “You’re so beautiful.”

His lips press against every inch of skin in their path, his touch reverent as it traces the thighs of the absolute masterpiece underneath him.

This experience feels almost spiritual to him. To an extent, he guesses it is. He can feel his very core pulling towards his Beloved, imploring him to do anything to let him express just how overwhelmed with love he feels in this moment. The dam in his heart leaks through soft spoken praises, cherished petnames, and gentle squeezes.

Gavin feels as if he could spend his whole life doing this. Rubbing and kissing over the supple skin underneath him. Never did he think that someone’s beauty could bring him to his knees, especially without the expectation of oral, but here he is.

His Beloved’s leg hooked over his shoulder. Their eyes trained on him, looking from above with an expression of pure contentment. His lips and fingers drawing invisible tattoos of praise all along their body, a wish for them to feel just a fraction of what he does in this moment.

This doesn’t feel like a meal to him. It never has, and he’s never been more grateful for it. While his sexual instincts prove helpful in many ways, in others it can make him feel animalistic. In the worst of times, he wonders how much they affected his feelings for the freelancer. But moments like these are what mean the world to him.

To be of service to his partner, and kneel before them, worshipping them in ways that don’t even begin to express how he feels. That’s what feels right to him.

OP: i hope you liked it >< admittedly, it’s my first time writing something like this? and i didnt edit it that much so i hope its good. constructive criticism and feedback is appreciated!

[burningablaze]

Day 5. “I’m not ticklish”

Gavin x Reader - In Denial

Summary: When Gavin denies being ticklish, you can’t resist testing the theory yourself. A few laughs, a few blushes, and one flustered officer later, it’s clear who really won this playful battle.

Lee: Reader

Ler: Gavin

Words: 363

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“I’m not ticklish,” Gavin said bluntly. You raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “Oh, really? Then what about that one time I tickled your side? You weren’t ticklish when that happened?”

Gavin’s cheeks tinted pink ever so slightly and tried to push it off. “That didn’t happen. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I never picked you to be such a liar, Gavin.” you said then poked his side lightly. He grunted and flinched from your poke. “I don’t have to prove anything to you.”

“But I already know the truth. It’s you being in denial.” you slowly and lightly wiggled your fingers against his sides. Gavin pressed his lips together and pushed your hands away. You moved your hands all around his waist to tickle him, getting his stomach, sides, ribs, and even his armpits.

“Ahahahahahaha, would you stohohohop?!” he said between laughing. He wiggled away from you but you followed his move. “Nope! You gotta admit you’re ticklish!” “Nohohohohohoho! Stohohohohop!”

“Aww, Gavin, you never told me you have such a cute laugh! Now it makes me want to tickle you more often just to hear it.” you rapidly squeezed his sides.

“You’re sohohoho mehehehean!” Gavin kept laughing and squirming under your fingers.

“Oh, am I? You’re the one who lied first, officer.” “I dihihihihihidn’t liehehehehe!” “Sure, you didn’t.”

Then Gavin grabbed your wrists to make you stop. He breathed heavily and giggled softly. “Okay, please no more.” “I guess I’ll let up.” you finally stopped, letting him catch his breath. He was still chuckling quietly, his chest rising and falling as he wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eye.

“See?” you said smugly. “Totally ticklish.”

Gavin gave you a sharp glare that usually made criminals quake, but the pink in his cheeks ruined the effect. “You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered.

You smiled, brushing his messy hair back. “I know.” His hand caught yours, fingers intertwining gently. “Don’t make a habit of that,” he said softly. “Or I’ll have to retaliate.”

“Oh?” you teased, leaning closer. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

The corner of his mouth lifted into a rare smirk. “You’ll find out.”

[confused-mc]

༄ Gavin: Headcannon/Ficlet

A Meal at Home

Genre: fluff

Masterlist

Whatever you make for breakfast, it is the feeling of love that stirs in his belly when he takes that first bite.

His amber eyes which had carried harsh, unrelenting determination to each part of the mission he'd return from was another man. The man who before you crumbled, like swiping the last few flakes of pastry from one's lips. The specs almost unnoticeable, until his eyes were shining before you, unbidden by worries now and emenating pure radiance. As if he hadn't been taking rations and eating in minimal contact postings, each day a grey, bland wasteland of indifference, until he's back in your world. The man who set his jaw as a leader, a king, was the one lowering his mane, and drinking in the sight of you, as if the last week had simply been a mirage.

There, your man had returned, and your world simply moved on, the sudden posting passing by without a word, confidential and you had learned to glean small messages in his unspoken looks. The way his eyes lit up at the udon noodles you bought in the grocery shop, the signs of sharing your favourite meals together a pleasant joy. You wondered why you hadn't done this before - back when your worlds had just brushed the tips of each other's - why you hadn't gone and demanded an evening where you cooked something for him. Sat him down at your table and fed him food surely he had no desire to cook only for himself. But beside you, his steady hands worked the knife through the lettuce, a half smile forming on your lips, admiring the controlled, repeated thud of the knife wielded by a man capable of blowing the whole world off its hinges, and yet, bowed - folded, even - to the gentlest petition from your fingers.

The flicker of bronze in his hair when the kitchen lights sailed through, and his half-curling smile as he glances at you. Kindness brushing each glance, each moment you share together, in that beautiful, peaceful quiet. Your chirps of instructions, and cheeky placement of your fingers on his hips as you lean over to the side of him, smelling the brew and broth bubbling under his steady watch. The tracing of your fingers affectionately brushing the ends of his hair, and mentally catalogueing booking a barber's appointment for him, or better yet, if you should offer to do it for him. Somehow, your unsteady heart tilted at the thought of seeing the light in his eyes at the suggestion - something so domestic might actually make your boyfriend blush.

You press your lips where denim met seam against his back, happy at the way your arms wrapped around his chest, and you nuzzled him affectionately. Your lips curling as you feel the soft rumble of his laugh, his delight, as he gently stirs the broth, one hand reaching back to pat your head.

His familiar scent fills your mind with fuzz, and you cling back onto him, tighter, because you can. Because he was here, and the seven days it had been where you couldn't had to be squeezed into just one, right now.

"I'm here. Right here. Do you want to try some?" his fingers reach for a spoon, and you squeeze him as he shifts, causing a small huff of laughter, "Are you going to come out from there, or am I going to have to feed it to you?" and you know he's loving it, and your clingy happiness, because his tone is light in the same way he talked about stars, in the way he stilled and shifted so you were suddenly tightly pressed against his chest instead. His spare fingers carded through your hair, despite holding the spoon and keeping it level so the hot liquid wouldn't spill over you.

You look up and your smile becomes more of a grin, and you open your mouth making a little 'ahhh' sound.

And Gavin's own lips curl as he brings it to your lips, trying to debate if also making 'choo choo' noises would ruin it and make you snort and choke.

He decides against it instantly, but he's fighting a concealed smile at the thought.

The very concept of you being his wife is almost a reality when you slurp down the broth with your foodie-like vigor, because in that moment, your eyes half-lidded and with your arms snaked around him, felt like the best bit of heaven he'd tasted in months.

When Gavin goes back to STF without your loving homecooking, he sulks in his office during lunch until Eli drags him out.

Gavin's excuses of not being hungry only fail when Eli reminds him solemnly that he would call you and Gavin suddenly realises having to stare down at your grumpy little pout is not quite worth the disappointment and worry sparking in your gaze when he returned home.

Godamnit Eli, Gavin would think moodily for the rest of the day, because their udon was never going to be a scratch on what happiness he found sharing his with you.

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Honestly, out of all of the MLQC men, Gavin would be the most domestic-pleased baby you ever did see. You think Gavin's happiness over a a wife and meal at home would ever surpass anything else you could do for him? Think again. This man is a baby, and he loves the happy,maternal nature of a kind being wife who simply loves him enough to cook for him? It's not even a sexist/outdated view thing, it's just the joy of having a wife with a beautiful maternal instinct that totally doesn't remind him of the few, happy memories of his mother, and seeing you would do the same thing, that level of care, and holding/hugging him while he helped cook with you? Hmm. *wiggles eyebrows* I don't know, this domestic world just gives him butterflies.

Can you see a lil' baby Gavin helping his mother cook, standing between her legs whilst sprinkling in a herb over a dish on the stove? Them shuffling to a song on the radio, and his mother carefully helping him reach the pot, and ruffling his hair?

Ack, I have THOUGHTS about this guy.

Anyway! I hope you enjoyed! 😊 If you have a suggestion or request, please drop one in!

[pixelmensupremacy]

DBH boys with a gamer s/o

A/N: This has probably been done before. But not by me.

Warnings: GN!reader, just fluff, not proof read

Connor

being his analytical and curios self, he has the habit of studying you

so, he will silently observe you every time you get to play on your console/pc

he will note what type of games you like to play

if you spend a lot of time in front of the screen he will tell you the side effects of too much screentime

it is both adorable how much he cares about your health and yet annoying how he basically scolds you as if you are a child

if you happen to have any multiplayer games he will want to play with you, though he wouldn't know how to approach the topic

so instead he will sit beside you and watch

It was one of those nights; calm rain tapped at the windows of your apartment. Inside it was gloomy with the only light source being your screen; the room was relatively quiet aside from the sound of your fingers hitting the buttons and your vocalized reactions. Connor stood by the door with his side resting against it as he observed you; his head was slightly tilted to the side, and his soft brown eyes were glued on you, yet you didn't sense it. Nor did you sense as he silently crept into the room only to sit next to you, for you were too focused on the game.

"Hi, love." Your eyes peeled off the screen for a split second to glance at him.

"You are playing (favorite game) again?" He rested his head atop your shoulder as he noted. In response, you hummed.

"You know what?" You spoke up as you exited to the main menu and glanced at him, who was already looking at you.

"You wanna give it a try?"

if you ask him to join in he will be happier than ever

at first, it will take him a couple of minutes to get an idea of how the controls work

you will most likely beat him in the first round but then you wouldn't have the same success

he's a natural

whether or not it has to do with him being an advanced prototype he's great

though he will intentionally let you win so he wouldn't hurt your pride

if you prefer story-centered games he would cuddle up to you with his arms loosely wrapped around your waist as his head rests on your lap and your armrests atop his head occasionally stroking his hair

he would discuss with you what the best choice is and will go on and explain why he roots for certain characters

once you get too tired he will urge you to go to sleep

he will turn your console/pc off and gently carry you to bed

Gavin

secretly, he would be excited to hear you share yet another interest with him

"You are shitting me." He rolled his eyes at you, his crossed arms resting in front of his chest.

"I'm for real I love that game."

despite trying to be cool about it he will come off as a total nerd when talking about his favorite games

it will take all his willpower to resist the urge to kiss you right then and there when he finds out you love the same games as him

he will be eager to play with you

I don't know why but I feel like he's into old-school games

he will definitely take to an arcade as a date

Gavin hates to loose

but if he loses to you maybe he will try not to be such a dick about it

he will pout a bit and will want a revanche but he wouldn't directly admit you beat him

"Just admit it, Reed. You lost." You teasingly pushed his shoulder as the smug grin didn't leave your face even for a second. In return he scoffed ad looked away, silently cursing himself for being so bad at the damn game all of a sudden.

"You were just lucky..... As always." He spoke under his breath.

"Nah it's just talent."

if you two live together it wouldn't be a rare occurrence for you to have a night in; take out sitting on the coffee table as you two play your favorite multiplayer game in ungodly hours of the night until you can't keep your eyes open

Markus

having taken care of humans, Markus tends to keep track of your habits and make sure they aren't affecting your health

so be prepared for him to advise you to not spend that much time in front of the screen

other than that he's a total sweetheart

I doubt he would want to join you in a game since he prefers other activities such as going for a walk or playing the piano/ painting

though he would occasionally ask you about your favorite games

as mentioned earlier he's a care giver

he will make sure you are hydrated and your nutrition is taken care of

it wouldn't be a rare occurance for him to come into the room with a glass of water and a table of healthy snacks

"You're the best you know that." You smile at him as you take a grape and swallow it whole, which in return causes him to smile back.

"Don't forget to drink water." he reminded you as he headed out, the smile on his face still curling the corners of his lips.

[fluffykiddosstuff]

Their opinion on face sitting (NSFW)

Warnings : sexuals content, face sitting, handjob and many mores

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Markus

- please just sit on this androids face, he would do anything to pleasure you.

- don't mind about sitting on yours but is kind of nervous because androids are heavier so he makes sure he doesn't put all his weight

- doesn't jerk off while eating you out tho, he will just grab your tights to focus to give you pleasure

- buuuut if it's you who is jerking him off then this poor man is gone

- his skin features probably peels off whenever your skin and his touch, even tho you can't interface it's a reflex for his body.

- if you can't stop moaning his name, he will overstimulate you until you can't cum anymore

- your first time while face sitting would be after the androids got their rights, he was still a leader but he had less on his shoulders to carry (except you wink wink)

-after the androids law being accorded he had took you to an hotel, the time he could get some paperworks done before going back to Carl but.. This night wasn't about papers at all

- you took him on the bed because he was stressing himself too much and before you could know it you were already making out in the bed and seconds after he make you sit on his face

- he said it was the better reward for being the android leader

Connor

- this poor Android doesn't understand the need to facesit, he took a while to understand that you wanted proper sex with him but if you don't say verbally that you want to sit on his face he will not initiate it at first

- when you finally said it, he makes researches whenever he can to understand what you mean by that, he tried to ask hank about it first to seem more human but when the poor old lieutenant cough so hard that he couldn't even breath he quickly got that it wasn't the best approach to get more informations

- once he collected enough data he would organize a date (I know androids can't eat but I saw a headcanon where they eat thirium food and I thought it was really cute), after the date would take you at a hotel

- "do whatever you want but not in my house kid" that's what hank said to Connor before he got to your date and after giving money for the hotel "it would be rude to take the people you date to their own house" he said patting connor's head

- once you got into the room you couldn't keep smiling and he took a room with petals on the bed forming a heart and tamised lights too

- first it was like usual, kissing, love words exetera, then he layed down on the bed after undressing you and you sat on his face

- God he didn't imagine how good it could felt for you, would maybe want to try it out but would'nt ask for it before some time

- this tongue isn't just to take samples ;)

- let's say that for the rest of the night you didn't slept

Ralph

- at first the poor boy didn't even knew what you were talking about

- sex? Face sitting? What's all of that?

- but once you explained everything calmly to him and that he got that it wasn't hurtful for any of you he accepted

- first you got to your house because doing that at the squat was.. Weird

- you just begin with little kisses on his face and scars but before you could see it, he rolled over and make you sit on his face after ripping whatever clothes was between his mouth and his goal

- you didn't knew a such precious being could be so wild but you didn't mind tho

- would ask if you could do the same for him because he wanted to know how could it feels since he saw how you were excited

- "Ralph likes y/n like this.. He wants to know how it feels too!"

- now it's one of Ralph's favorite activities to do with you

Hank

- you were dating with hank for a little while and you hesitated to ask him if you could practice facesitting and that he would say "Jesus y/n I'm too old for these things!"

- but when you actually asked him about it, it was an another story

- if you asked him in a public space he would murmur in your ear "tonight at my house, Connor will be at Markus place" or if you are both home and that Connor is gone for the day he would say : "c'mere" and start doing the job

- he is quite experienced, he was married after all

- you would probably have red tights because of the friction of his beard but you don't mind, he finds that quite erotic too

- don't ask him that he sits on your face tho, he doesn't like that

- one or two round is enough, after all he is human and old, yes he likes it but he doesn't want to get killed by you sitting on his face (even tho he says while laughing that it could be nice to die this way)

-since of his age, he can't do things like he could when he was in his 20's so facesitting is one of his favorite things because he knows that he can handle it and make you feel good at the same time

Gavin

-wow wow wow wow hold there a second

-what are you asking ?

-would'nt be for it at first maybe says things like "na it's for pussy's anyways i like my way of holding things better"

-buuuut if you insist..he would consider it

-but don't talk to anyone about this, no matter how much he loves you he's gonna kill you if you don't shut your mouth

-actually is pretty aroused when he ears you whimper on top of him, he could cum only from that

-but don't ever tease him about that because either he will make you sexually frustrated for who knows how long or would have to punish you somehow

-if one day, ONE SINGLE DAY, he let's you eat him while he is sitting on your face, told yourself your lucky

simon

-would be so glad that you ask him directly, to him that means a lot and plus it's a sign of affection so why not ?

-man he is so sweet please just praise him already

-wouldn't mind to try, but if he doesn't like it he will tell you

-would be scared when you start to tremble because of overstimulation, but once you reassure him that it's all about pleasure, he is glued to you for some time

-caresses and soft words are his love language so he will most likely caress your tights and anything that reaches his hands

-he looks at you like your some sort of divinity while having you on his face, please don't stop him

nines

-like connor pretty confused about anything sex-like (like he doesn't know yet how to initiate it), but he would get the little hints you give him

-doesn't ask anything to anyone, he doesn't need it, he is cyberlife most avanced android right ?

-many, too many researches (even at work or at night)

-he wants you to be bold with him and sincere so don't be afraid to tell him exactly what you want (if you come with a plan or a kamasutra to show him how is facesitting, would register everything in his cpu)

-wouldn't sit on you, he isn't comfortable with that yet ( at first he says that he is made to help humans and not to be pleased)

-would close his eyes during the "processus" likes he calls it,he is deviant but that serious part of him is what attracted him to you after all

- doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy it tho, every sounds, moves, spots and picture he register of you is in his cpu and whenever he is bored and want to try new things (like masturbation) or maybe just because he wants to see how marvelous you are, he will read those files

-would maybe try to tease you (i sais try, doesn't mean he is good at it) and would continue or not, depends on your reaction

-leaves marks and bruises on your legs and stomach

kamski

-FUCKING FINALLY

-he was waiting his whole life that you ask him for that

-prepared everything in advance

-if you put lingerie or anything sexy on, oh god have mercy he will not leave you for a while

-doesn't mind receive but likes more giving

-could keep on for hours, he can't get enough of you really

-he saw you as a masterpiece, so he is honored to as you on his face

-but before or after, would ask if he can take snapshots of you and both of you, he is the creator of androids but he like these old techniques and he thinks you both look like gods from ancient greece

-he keepts these snapshots on him every single time and when he as to go for something, brings them with him to remember how much fun you will both have when he gets home

-makes you a bath and ask chloe for diner,pampers you, don't want to leave you until you are asleep

[cyberbullyingandroids]

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[telleroftime]

Coffee ||| Gavin Reed x Reader

You've always had a crush on the unapproachable detective, and finally it seems he's returning the interest.

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Request - Anonymous : Can I request a Gavin Reed x Reader. I don't really care what, but can it be fluff? :)

Pairing: Gavin Reed x Gender Neutral ! Reader

Relationship: Romantic

Tone: Fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

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A/N: I’m finally getting to answering requests. University has been... something alright. I'm sorry for the wait. There will be more Gavin fluff to come in the future too, if this wasn’t fluffy enough. Plus the other requests I'm yet to write! (Reposting this because I had to fix the tag issue)

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It was nearing midday when you arrived at the Detroit Police Station to start your shift, two cups of steaming coffee in your left hand, carried neatly in a cardboard holder. The bright light of the high sun was enough to fuel the smile on your face. The gentle breeze of late spring pushed you forward. Simply put, you were lucky today. 

The altered hours meant you didn't have to wake up at the crack of dawn, instead sleeping in for a little while longer. You could take your morning routine slow and steady, and finish writing and preparing the documents for the day to come. Your apartment was cleaned before you could so much as dirty it, and you were practically ready to return home from the job you were yet to begin.

It also meant that when you left your home you had just missed the initial wave of customers and usuals you always saw queuing up inside of your favourite café. It was empty when you entered – your ride parked outside – and it was empty when you left the building, satisfied with your order. Now, you were scanning your DPD identification card on the staff entry after greeting the receptionists. There was a very obvious bounce of eagerness in your step that caused the small heels of your work shoes to clack against the dark, tiled floor.

Clack clack clack as you walked through the small plastic gates that marked the border of one large room from the other.

To your surprise, as you walked along the windowed wall, the bullring was primarily empty. There were no heads peeking from past the plexiglass that functioned as dividers. No laughter of the detectives that worked diligently at their decorated desks. And other than the quiet voices of policemen coming from the break room and the Captain's muffled responses to a phone call coming from inside his office, the overall room was uncharacteristically quiet. Even as you moved to where your eyes kept flickering, constantly glancing at the empty desk of a particular detective, the silence persevered for long enough to etch a childish pout onto your lips. Like most other seats, Gavin’s was empty.

Gavin Reed. Through the weeks you've got to know him, and even since just starting your job as a forensic pathologist at the station, you started to recognise your blooming crush for the detective. And ever since you have, your actions were quite the opposite of 'subtle'. In your eyes, there was no reason to pretend they weren't there. You liked the guy, and you weren't going to hide from those emotions.

You've left him chocolates; small snacks; little trinkets you believed he would like. Well, trinkets that disappeared from his near-empty desk the very next day, but no matter. You even started leaving some cheesy pick up lines that made you chuckle, written neatly on cream sticky notes you carried in your coat pocket out of a forced habit. You tried suggesting outings, yet he always ignored your suggestions. Brushed you off for the lack of a better word.

And now, with the steadily cooling coffee cups in hand, it wasn’t much different.

Slowly, you stepped around the short wall and towards the empty desk, glancing around in hopes of catching his eye. You knew he was here, if the slight blue glow of the power switch on the monitor was anything to go by. His jacket was draped on the back of his chair, and a small drop of a dark drink was splashed next to a ring of moisture. There were papers on the desk too, placed a little ways away from where a mug had obviously been placed, paired with blurry images of undisclosed origin. A new case he was working on you assumed. 

Nevertheless, with another look around, your right hand gingerly pushed the documents to the side, not bothering to neaten them into an even stack. You prioritised removing the paper coffee cup from the holder, politely labelled 'Hot Stuff' as per your request, and placing it down in the now clear centre of the surface. You just hoped he wasn't too full or caffeinated from whatever he had beforehand.

Quickly reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your trusty sticky notes and reached for the ballpoint pen that sat in the breast pocket of your work issued shirt. Tapping the butt end of the pen against your chin, you blinked in thought before your lips twitched up and you scribbled down a little message on the small square of paper, a terrible pun you hoped would make his day. You didn't hesitate sticking it on the white plastic of the cup.

“Words cannot espresso how much you bean to me.”

You practically flinched at the sound of the deep voice that appeared out of nowhere, your right hand darting for the remaining cup of coffee in the holder to keep it steady as you spun around, sucking in a sharp breath at the proximity you had to Gavin. A breath that caused the man to take a step back with a slight cock of his head. Detective Reed was standing in front of you, his body weight resting on his hip as his arms crossed in front of his chest, eyebrows raised in what you assumed was humour.

And yet neither of you spoke until the silence began to threaten to thicken in the layer of awkwardness.

"Sorry detective," you began, averting your eyes and looking anywhere but at him, "I didn't see you at your desk so I thought I'd just leave the coffee here. It's still hot."

What was hot was the heat in your face, your cheeks and ears no doubt a shade darker than before. Your lips had contorted into a mix of a wonky smirk and the visible effort of you trying to straighten them. Your jaw was clenched, your breathing forced down to a steady pace on your will alone. Refusing to look back, finding the uneven flicker of a distant light quite entertaining, your eyes moved to him when a short puff of hair escaped him.

You could see a sparkle in his dark eyes, the very same you fell in love with. The very same you bought coffee for. Yet this was the first time he willingly confronted you instead of keeping his distance. This-

“What are you doing this weekend?”

What?

With the way his brows furrowed, causing his scar to crease against his skin in the process, you were certain that your bewildered expression was caught by the man. However, other than actively avoiding your wondrous gaze, he didn’t take any action to move or to clarify his words and the meaning behind them. The most he did was readjust his crossed arms and scratch the stubble at the base of his jaw.

“Nothing. I should be free.”

A beat of silence passed, your heart fluttering with hope. Then he nodded.

“Meet me at the café down the street at two in the afternoon. Saturday.”

Did he…?

“Okay!”

You felt your spirit physically lift your body, eagerness blooming in your mind at Gavin's words. Genuine joy made your eyes no doubt shine, feeling them grow wetter as more of his words processed and your vision grew slightly blurry because of the saline. He just asked you out on a date. You couldn't believe it. The grin on your lips couldn’t have been bigger as you nodded, feeling your body grow in energy with the increasing serotonin. Your cheeks stung at the intensity of your smile. You were so happy.

However, before you could add to the conversation, your lips frozen ajar, you heard your name be called from the other side of the room, forcing you to excuse yourself and officially start your shift.

“I’ll see you then, Detective!”

Gavin Reed has asked you out on a date.

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