I will never like Gavin but this is probably the only ship dynamic with him I find logical. Like, it always seemed to me he has some daddy issues and had one-sided (pre/past Cole) crush/attraction for Hank.
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I will never like Gavin but this is probably the only ship dynamic with him I find logical. Like, it always seemed to me he has some daddy issues and had one-sided (pre/past Cole) crush/attraction for Hank.
Hank + Gavin wip sketch! 🍻
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I'm SO excited to be working on something like this! It's really forcing me to learn and understand perspective in a challenging, but very fun way because I cannot for the life of me do boring studies..
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Since I reached 5000 words on this fic
I wanted to show some features of technology in this fic. Which is something that I haven't seen often in this fandom. So I wanted to test it out on here.
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Gavin had no idea how long he’d been sitting there, on the floor of his kitchen with Salem in his lap. Tears stained his cheeks and he sat there shaking as his world crashed around him. He didn’t want to make this decision. He needed someone to yell it into him. After long deliberation, he finally came to a conclusion as his phone buzzed. Hank.
They texted back and forth for a minute or two, snapping and bitching at one another just as they had done a few years ago. He’d been there for Hank too and the old man always paid his dues.
The doorbell buzzed sometime later. He wasn’t even sure how much time had passed. He sobbed softly.
“Hank Anderson is at the door.”
“Hey Google,” He said to his AI that ran the apartment, “Allow Hank Anderson entry and unlock front door.”
“Hank Anderson is on his way up.” The AI replied, its voice clear and soothing.
Wonders of technology, really.
My thirst for Hanvin(??) was too strong, so I took matters into my own poor hands. The true way to a man's heart is by hiding treats in your pocket when you go to meet his dog (jk Sumo would've loved him either way)
Hanvin at its cutest :’)
Me when I'm genuinely happy and excited with what I'm writing: