#reed x reader

[nanabnnanna]

꒰ reed hooks up with younger!reader at a gala ꒱ .ᐟ

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mdni 18+

"You fuck-" you gasp. "you fuck good for a scientist."

the fancy bathroom stall you're cooped up in was surprisingly small for how big the venue was, but it was clean; lights kept warm for ambiance, white marble counters and floors with floral air for elegance.

definitely not for whatever debauchery you and mr. fantastic have found yourselves in.

well... found himself caught in you.

in your vagina, more specifically, if it hasn't clicked yet.

reed likes to think that, with being a man of science, means being a man of honor, but there's nothing honorable about fucking a big-wigs daughter in a bathroom stall.

you're pressed against the door, your deep, blood red dress hitched all the way up to your waist. the end-trails touch the floor, though your legs don't, because reed has them wrapped around his waist.

he's somehow holding you up, and you're impressed by the show of strength when each thrust sends your body shooting upward.

"Being a scientist doesn't mean I don't know the intricacies of intercourse." he huffs, and you find it within yourself to laugh.

"If anything," he continues, "I know more about coitus than -"

"Reed!" you giggle with a moan. "Just call it - shit, right there - just call it sex." you ran your hands through his graying locks. "'Not gonna lose your certifications if you do."

the beautiful hue of red that already painted his neck deepens. "I know more about... sex than the average man."

you grin, and with another laugh, connect your lips with his.

you can feel the way he melts, how his thrusts grow slower, more intimate. less of a pound and more of a swivel of his hips. as much as you appreciate the soft intimacy, you clench down on him.

"You're definitely not an average man- God..." your point is proven when the tip of his cock touches your cervix. "Shit, shit- you're so deep, so deep... 'think I can feel you in my stomach."

you're not even sure if he's using his ability to stretch his dick or if he's actually that naturally well endowed.

whatever it is, you're close, and the superhero below you punches into your guts repeatedly. you can feel your arousal drip down your thighs, your panties he had tugged to the side were already ruined.

reed let's out a desperate groan, his once neatly gelled hair askew from where you'd been dragging your hands through it.

"I'm going to- " he lets out a ragged breath. "where... where do I?" you cut off his rambling with a searing kiss.

"In me. 'Want you in me. 'Wanna feel you all night," you rub your lips together, "'Wanna have to clean you out of me when I go home."

he looks at you with a mix of disbelief, lust, and some sort of fucked up pride.

"Please, Reed." you beg. "I need it."

a look of determination passes over his face, because his jaw tenses and he doesn't say anything else, but the grip he has on your hips tighten immensely.

if he wasn't fucking you before, he was now.

instead of thrusting with his hips, he drags you up until his tip catches your entrance before slamming you back down, and you choke on the heated air, little mantras of 'ah, ah, ah's' passing through your lips.

before you know it, your legs lock around him, holding him to your body as spasm around him, and he cums deep inside you with a muffled curse.

your breaths mingle before he gently sets you down, and you feel him slowly slip out of you with a hiss.

you lean back against the door when you separate, tucking your hands behind your back and looking up at him through your lashes.

his hands are shaking as he pulls his pants up, his fingers fumbling with the zipper as he attempts to flatten his hair out at the same time.

"I think..." you breathe. "I think I should leave before you."

"That..." he nods slowly, "That sounds like a good idea."

you grin, stepping forward to place a short, devious kiss against his lips.

"And don't forget to donate to my daddy's campaign, Dr. Richards."

© nanabnnanna

[pynkuro]

18+ Reed Richars x F!Reader 18+ !blurb

Reed Richards also known as Mr. Fantastic also known as your husband, has been tucked in his lab since the sun rose hours ago.

You know how he is, once he puts his mind to something he get's completely lost in it. Whether it's something scientific, or something power wise or if it involved you.

You, being the sweet loving wife you are, decided to stop by and drop him off dinner. You had HERBIE bring him breakfast and lunch, so why not check up on him, make sure he's alright?

It all happened so fast.

You had paged him that you were coming down with food. And when you have arrived in the dimly lit room, you could only stare at him, his top few buttons undone on his shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, hair astray and his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose.

God, did this man pull off the smart handsome guy look.

You had bit your lip upon seeing him.

You didn't mean to tease him, give him a few suggestive looks and a few suggestive words but... it just happened.

It happened so fast, you don't exactly remember him pulling you on his desk after swiping away the many math and scientific formulas that were cluttered on top.

You don't remember him yanking his and your pants down and him swiftly entering your awaiting pussy.

All you can remember and think about is his hips snapping into your soaking pussy at a fast and desperate pace, the sound of skin slapping filling his laboratory in place of the whirring of machines.

You remember him pulling you close, his hand on your waist, guiding the pace as your grinded against, trying to take as much of him as you can.

You remember him reaching up, giving a gentle, experiential squeeze to your neck, then traveling up to grip your jaw, bringing your needy lips to his. The kiss so fierce that he had to pull back and take his glasses off as they were getting in the way.

He had pulled you closer as he fucked you deeper so that you were chest to chest, your breast pressing up against him. His thrust got sloppier as you squeezed him from within, both of your climax's close.

You remembered as he he buried his face in your neck as he came with a shudder, you felt the hot spurts of cum shooting into you as you came seconds later.

"If that doesn't put a baby in you... I don't know what will." Reed had said to you as he cleaned you and him up.

And now, as if it was just a gust in a wind. You and Reed, stood over the table, looking at whatever theories he's concocted, munching on the cold dinner you had brought in earlier.

[space-helen]

Beach

Words: 545

Pairing: Malcolm Reed x Reader

A/N: I hope this is ok <3 sorry it's been a while

Request: Reed x Reader (pref gn or m!reader) Uhhhhhh not sure for anything specific but something established relationship and just cute yknow?? Feed my unhealthy obsession it's me uou love me (I'll pay you in kitten photos??) - @trippolthreat

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“Y/N!” the man called from behind you, stopping you in your tracks. Turning you faced your partner.

“What now?” you teased “Can’t we just leave to go to the beach already?”

This was your first break from Enterprise duties since being together. “I thought we should probably take a blanket.” you could tell the man was slightly delaying your trip.

“We’ve already packed one.” you walked over to the man and took his hand within your own. “Please, let's go before it gets too late and we hit all of the tourists.”

He sighed “I suppose.” 

“What’s wrong. Why don’t you want to go?” you placed your hand on his cheek and he leant into it.

“I’m just nervous. I’ve haven’t been out in public with someone for a long time.” he admitted.

“Malc. We’ve been pretty public on the Enterprise. Think of this as no different.”

He nodded and you moved your hand from his cheek and took his hand within your own and gaze it a squeeze. “We’re going to have a great day.” you assured “and when you’re not having fun at the beach anymore. We’ll leave.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Grabbing your things you made the short walk to the beach and quickly found a place to settle. The two of you lay in the sun next to each other for a bit before the man opened his arm to you so he could embrace you. Placing a kiss to the top of your head you found a comfortable position and continued to take in the sound of the waves, thankful that the beach was pretty empty at this time of day.

Some time later you moved from the man “First one to the sea gets to pick what we do tomorrow.” 

Before you knew it the two of you were racing to the water. You knew the man wanted to go for a hike and you wanted to visit some of the nearby museums. 

The two of you got into the sea at the same time. Splashing each other instantly as you reached it. Laughing you slipped and pulled the man down with you. “It looks like we’ll have to split the day into two parts tomorrow.”

The man stood and helped you up. “Looks like it.” he mulled it over “We’ll hike first thing. Avoid the sun closer to midday.”

You nodded in agreement “Sounds like a plan.” 

The two of you spent some time in the water before returning to the shore. Taking some time to dry off you sat and watched the sea together as the beach started to fill up.

The man got closer to you and put his arm around you. “I think we should go soon. I don’t want massive sunburn.”

“Lunch?” you offered.

“Ice cream?” 

Your face beamed “and how could I say no to that?” you gave the man a quick kiss on the cheek before gathering your belongings.

As you began to move away the man took your hand in his and held his head high as the two of you navigated your way off of the beach. As far as first holiday’s together, this one was going pretty well so far and you couldn’t wait for more in the future.

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[warnersister]

hi! i didnt know if your requests were open if not that’s fine, if they are, i was wondering if i could request a fulton x fem reader, with fluff and angst? maybe like shes on the team also and has known all of them for a while, and has had a crush on fulton and he has had a crush on her also but he doesn’t think she could like him so he gets like jealous or smth like that? thanks! :)

He can have you and I can’t.

Fulton Reed x Reader

I’m basing this in D2, as it wasn’t specified, I hope that’s okay!

Please send Might Ducks requests! (& All requests) Sorry it took a while!

Fulton’s eyes seem to manoeuvre with your body. Up and down the ice. True, he was supposed to be doing drills with you and the team, but he just couldn’t bring himself to stop looking at you. Sometimes he felt a sort of guilt, ashamed if you will, for liking you. Yet how could he not? You were there from the start, before his peewee hockey games, when you and the rest of District 5 would practise on a frozen over pond. You were the one to teach him how to skate. You were the one who wasn’t intimidated by his premature masculinity. You were the one that would stay up late listening to AC/DC and Metallica with him. You were the one that convinced him that he would be more than capable to play at the Junior Goodwill Games. You were his person.

You noticed Fulton looking at you with his familiar stern look, to which you straightened up. Was your hair out of its plait? Were you too slouched? Were your laces untied? Was your jersey tucked too far in? Were you doing the drills incorrectly? A multitude of questions skated through your mind, but all you could do in that moment was offer him a smile. A smile that he returned. A smile. You loved his smile. It was a smile that made the world around you halt to a stand-still. A smile that made you feel like the only two people in the room that matter. A smile that made you think that you were the only girl in the world.

He sighed as he skated onto the ice for warmups, eyes not straining away from your figure. Fulton felt a sudden jab to his ribs, glaring towards Dean’s smirking face. “Trouble in paradise?” He just hummed at him, wanting to act oblivious to the whole situation. “Come on you’re head over heels for (L/n).” He spoke as if it was obvious, although all he received was a shrug. “Well if you don’t ask her out it looks like Miami over there is going to.” Dean sniffed, making his way over to coach so he could leave Fulton alone with his thoughts.

He hadn’t noticed before. The way Luis was eying you like a piece of meat. The way that his was getting dangerously close your when he spoke. The way his eyes switched between your eyes and your lips. The way you heartedly giggled at whatever he had told you. The way he tried straightening your posture when shooting. The way he took your stick and was taunting you to try and get it back. But now it was all he could see. For once his vision wasn’t tunnelled just to you. His peripheral radar was sending warning signals to the heart that beat only for you. 

The fire in Fulton’s eyes was more than visible, the red he saw interrupted by the siren signalling the end of warm ups. As he reached the changing rooms his ears billowed with smoke, eyeing the way Mendoza followed closely behind you. You were oblivious to the whole thing - god Luis was a slimeball. You let him have his fun though, knowing that soon he’d catch eyes for someone else and forget about you. There was no use fighting with him, it would just create more problems than necessary.

“Come on baby, just some pizza!” Luis groaned, reaching his arm around you as you lifted your jersey over your head and tucking it in. “I said no, Luis.” You laughed, rolling your eyes at his playfully flirtatious expression. “You know, come back to my place, order some pizza, watch a horror movie?” He cocked his brow. “Mendoza, you’d shit yourself at a horror movie.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Please?” You were about to turn him down once more, obviously knowing that he was just being humorous and would back off in a minute.

“She said no.” A gruff, forced voice said from behind you. Both you and the Miami boy turned, and Fulton was stood there - jaw locked and eyes stern. “Calm down, Reed.” He shook his head. “I was only playing.” He stated, winking at you with a joking smirk on his lips. “Well she shouldn’t have to tell you more than once.” His stance way unwavering, eye contact being maintained by the taller of the two. “Look man-” Luis tried to reason, but was harshly shoved by Fulton. Mendoza retaliated by lurching towards him, arm winding up to swing a shot.

“Woah! Fucking calm down!” You pulled the two apart, forcing Fulton out of the room to check Luis was alright. “You okay?” “Yeah,” He offered you a reassuring look, rearranging his gear as he glared deathly daggers at the now-closed door. “The fuck was his problem?” You just shook your head in acknowledgment. “I’m gonna go see what’s up with him.” You said, but was soon stopped by Luis. “Hey, if that nut job tries anything I’m in here.” You thanked him, heading to the hallway where you had sent the Duck.

“What the fuck was that?” His head snapped towards you. “He was trying-” “No,” You cut him off. “He wasn’t trying anything. There’s a border between flirting and trying something, and he didn’t cross it.” Fulton looked at his feet, inhaling deeply as he attempted to calm himself down. “What’s your problem, Fulton?” Your brows creased in questioning. He just looked at you. “Come on then, our with it.” It was hard to tap your foot with a skate on, but somehow you managed.

“It’s not fair!” He finally said, voice rising but suddenly sinking into almost nothing. “What’s not fair, Ful?” He closed his eyes, as if contemplating his next words. “It’s not fair that he can have you and I can’t.” It took a moment for his words to finally sink in. “What do you mean?” “For gods sake!” He looked at you, anger and desperation mixed within his irises. “Why can he flirt with you when I’ve been in love with you for years?” You were taken aback by his statement, almost not noticing the way he slouched down the wall, head in his hands. “Look I’m sorry-” You stopped him. “You’re an idiot aren’t you?” You lauded, and he only looked at you, confusions writing across his distraught face.

“I’m fucking in love with you.” You said, and he almost did believe it. You loved him? You couldn’t? Never. Why would you? Him, Fulton Reed? In his moment of inner-battling, he didn’t realise you had slid down the wall beside him. He looked down and back at you as he watched you intertwined your hands, and bring his to your lips. No words were shared, and you just rested your head against his shoulder. Just two kids laying in an empty hallway in their hockey gear. Your moment was soon interrupted, by Dwayne and Lester chasing each other out into the hallway. “Y’all ready to play some puck?” You both shared a look, before you pulled Fulton off of the floor, and began running with the others towards the ice to play.

Fulton smiled. This was nice.

[visionsofmagic]

❉ become queen of the kingdom: plot [series] ❉

a/n: soo, i am really fond of the game “King’s Choice” and there are not so many works about this game. i wanted to write a series about the game in which main focus is lovers of the game such as Ian, Lance, Darren, Ryan. this story will have some chapters but i don’t know how many chapters will be there. also, the knights of the game will play great role in the story as well as lovers. basically, this is a series which have so many features, events, and characters from the game. this first one is plot of the story, so it is short but other chapters will be longer.

enjoy the story!          

love. rose <3

character/pairing: King’s Choice Game’s Lovers x female!reader

summary: y/n take throne to rule the kingdom. she has enemies that want take her down from the throne but her unique knights and especially lovers always watch her back. however, things begin to change when a certain threat to the kingdom come to the light. now, y/n should be careful. she can’t trust anyone that easily. those who are able to gain her trust will fight by her side; knights and lovers.

warning!: there isn’t love relationship with any knights, just some cute moments from time to time. the major events are revolves around lovers; mostly Ian and Lance because they play key role in both game and this series. (as my own favorite lover, Lance will have a lot of scenes, so be aware of this.)  + some events will be different from the main story of the game due to the fact that this is a fanfiction.

word count: 821

tags: fluff, angst, major character death, having so many lovers, mature scenes, kissing (lots of kissing), smut

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  The kingdom was in your hand now. The throne belongs to you from now on after your father’s death and your brother’s missing situation. The pain was there for all the time but you could not be able to mourn for your family because everything around you happened suddenly. One second, you were a grieving girl who lost her family, and the next you were a queen who had to rule an entire kingdom. You could not find any time to reacting to these events. You just accepted them without asking second question. This was your destiny, you believed or they made you believe. Therefore, you accepted it without questioning anything. Now, it was your time to rule your home, your kingdom. You knew that some people of your kingdom would support you while others deny your presence and say ‘how a weak woman like your become the queen of the kingdom’. You were not ready at all. You weren’t ready to neither good gestures nor bad ones because you become the queen in one day. You were scared. Really scared. All of these were new to you. Yes, you were the princess of this kingdom before. Yes, you knew how to rule, how to protect your kingdom, and how to fight in both physically and mentally but you didn’t actually ruled, protected or fought.

Therefore, you need some people; people who are willing to show you the path that you will walk. You need people that will be loyal to you, loving you and respect you with all of their real emotions. Choosing these people was hard, you knew it. Your father taught you how to distinguish those ones that really love you, respect you and loyal to you deeply.

Greg was one of them. He was one of the kingdom knights and now, yours. You turned your head from the night sky of your kingdom to Greg who is standing behind you for waiting your next words. “I need your assistance.” You said to him. He looked like he understood your situation. You knew he did because he was your father’s right hand man and you always have conversations with him.

“My lord,” He approached to you. “I know how much this whole situation is hard for you and I am all aware that you will need good people’s help like me.” You were thankful for his presence. You felt like you were not alone, like you will really be a good queen who helps her kingdom in every event.

“But,” Greg said which made your heart stuck for a moment, “I can not be able to help you in every situation for all the times. I have other knights to rule, to teach and keep in peace.” He approached to the door of your father’s work room which became yours now. He opened it and a man who has a single-lens spectacle covering his left eye came to the room. He was wearing a formal uniform; he had a blue and gold jacket over his white shirt. The black silk fabric neck collar around his neck and the black gloves that wrapped around his long thin fingers were perfectly matched. He was good-looking man and you can clearly see that he has an important place in your kingdom. You were surprised that you didn’t see him before around the palace.

Greg introduced him to you by pointing with his right hand, “This young man’s name is Lance, my lord. He will be your personal assistance from now on. Everything about the kingdom will be delivered from him to you. He is very extremely well educated and knowledgeable.” Lance slightly embarrassed by Greg’s words but making a proud gesture, he bowed slightly in front of you, “At your service, your highness.”

You rolled your eyes inside your mind; you will never get used to the title of ‘lord’ and ‘highness’ but the way Lance says it hit you different. You kinda liked it.

You smiled at him, and greet him by giving him your right hand to hold which makes Lance surprised a little bit, “My name is y/n and I am nice to meet you Lance.” you said. He took your hand in his anyway and he kissed the soft skin on your hand to your surprise this time. Your eyes widened a little bit. This time, smile was on his good-looking face. “It is honor to work for you my highness.”

When he left your hand you felt a sudden cold and realized how his soft skin made your hand heat. You wanted to hold his hand for one more time but you came to yourself and said, “Not ‘for you’ Lance. It should be ‘with you’ because we will work together, not as giving and receiving orders.” You turned to Greg, “All of us will work together.” And this was the night that your story began.

comments and likes are appreciated! <3

[casuallybeez]

Office Crush [Gavin Reed]

|| Gavin Reed x Male Reader

↳ I enjoyed writing about Gavin's personality, so here we are again.

Summary || Gavin Reed has an office crush on the newest detective.

CWs: Swearing, dumb love, one-sided, rejection

GAVIN REED WAS a hopeless romantic. Not many people knew of the detective's dreams about love. Gavin Reed was moderately secretive about this side of his life. His stubbornness about his love life was an enigma in the office. The office flirt refusing to talk about love? 

It was even weirder since a new detective transferred to the DPD. Y/N; a sharp-witted young man with an intense passion for investigation. He was one of the prettiest in the department, other than Connor.

All eyes followed Y/N as his presence filled the bullpen. Most had a passing interest in the detective, while others didn't care at all. Only one person cared enough to stare fervently at the man, Gavin Reed.

Tina was the first to notice Gavin's engrossment in the green detective. Gavin was unusually kind to Y/N, offering help with the paperwork or getting him coffee when he entered each morning. Tina also noted Gavin's passing stares at Y/N, his eyes big and awestruck.

She thought it was cute that Gavin had a crush on the handsome detective. Gavin thought he was being so slick. Y/N seemed oblivious; he assumed Gavin was this nice to every new guy. 

Y/N was just as friendly toward Gavin. He figured it would be better to be friends with a detective who had been here longer. It would be beneficial to learn about the environment.

The two often hung out in the break room, chatting aimlessly. Occasionally, Connor would call Y/N back to work, but he always waved goodbye as Gavin sat with a goofy grin.

It wasn't until Connor pointed out how personable Gavin was towards Y/N. Hank firmly agreed with the android, which left Y/N to wonder why. What reason did Gavin have to be kind to Y/N? Why was he different?

Yet it wasn't until one late shift that Gavin explained his acts of service. Y/N was lingering by the coffee machine when Gavin entered the break room. He flashed a sweet smile before sitting down.

"Say, Gavin?" Y/N started, his expression filled with conflict. Gavin perked his head up, "Yes?"

"Why are you nice to me but no one else?" Y/N locked eyes with Gavin and watched as pure, unadulterated fear occupied his eyes. He cleared his throat, breaking eye contact before he spoke.

"Well, you're a nice guy. Why wouldn't I be nice?" Y/N nodded slowly, not fully believing him. Gavin turned his gaze back to the detective. Y/N sighed, unsure of his words. Should he drop it and let Gavin continue to lie to himself?

"I'm a detective too, Gavin. I know you're lying." Y/N decided to confront Gavin about his lie. For what reason would Gavin lie? Unless?

"You want me to be honest, huh? Well, first off, you're pretty and sweet. You're one of the first people that didn't push me away. It's not hard to see why you're likable, Y/N. You're a very charming guy." Gavin let the words flow out as Y/N stood shocked. Y/N shifted his eyes to the door.

"I should go." He said abruptly, leading up to him quickly exiting the break room. Gavin broke down quietly. He knew this would happen.

"I'm such a fucking idiot."

|| Word Count: 576

[detroit-become-hurt]

Asshole Pt. 1

Hello!!! The long awaited Gavin reconcile fic is here! I split it up into several parts since it’s quite lengthy owo. I hope this was alright!!

(Gif does not belong to me)

You first met Gavin a few years ago when you started working at the Detroit Police Department. Having accidentally bumping into him, you caused him to spill hot coffee all over himself. You were ready to deliver a full, sincere apology to the man, until he opened his mouth, “Oi! Watch where you’re fucking walking dipshit!” He curses as he tries to wipe the hot liquid from his lap. “Sorry! Why don’t you pay attention to those around you, and maybe use a lid like every other smart guy here?” You quipped back. Gavin grumbled as you walked away, knowing you were right about the lid part at least. Your second encounter with him was when the two of you were paired up as partners to investigate a crime scene. Unbeknownst to both of you, the suspect was still at the house. He managed to grab you from behind, knife pressed to your throat threatening to kill you right there if any of the other officers took another step. Gavin, who had been in a side room, managed to shoot the arm that was holding the knife causing the man to drop it. He bought you a drink that night, trying to help sooth how frazzled you were. You discovered that perhaps he wasn’t as insufferable as he seemed. Gavin had a pretty wicked sense of humor, when it wasn’t directed to making fun of others or tormenting them. He had also had his fair share of close encounters.

You felt as though the relationship between the two of you changed that night. Having gone from co-workers to….friends maybe. The two of you threw the occasional insult to one another at work, but there was no malice behind it. When the day came to an end,  both of you would grab a bite to eat and then hang out at one of your apartments. It was late one night when Gavin had invited you over for a few drinks, when you realized how just how much you really liked him. You had had one to many beers, and was currently trying to argue that you were fine to at least walk home. Gavin had pressed you up against the front door, escape inevitable as he wrangled your keys from your hand. “I told you dipshit, you ain't goin nowhere this trashed.” His voice came out low and husky, sending shivers down your spine and a pleasant tingle began to develop in your lower stomach. No, no this wasn’t good. You had to leave. “I-I can’t stay. We have work tomorrow.” You stutter out swallowing hard. His scent was intoxicating, making your mind feel hazy. Gavin leans in closer, his lips barely brushing yours as he whispered, “Stay.” He was close, too close that you couldn’t think. And you didn’t need to, because he did all the thinking for you. Leaning in to close the small gap your lips met, molding together as Gavin pulled you even closer by your waist. You groan as he slips his tongue into your mouth, exploring every crevice. Somehow the two of you managed to move back to the bedroom, shedding clothes as you went. Needless to say that night was full of nothing but pleasure for both of you. In the morning you thought you would slip out before Gavin woke up, but when his strong arms wrapped around you as you scoot toward the edge you can’t help but let out a sharp yelp. “Where do you think you’re goin?” He asked, voice gruff and oh god did his voice do things to you.

“Thought you’d want me gone before work.” you say, afraid to look at him. You didn’t want to think about the the fact that this was probably a one time thing, and he wouldn’t want it to happen again. You didn’t want to think about how your friendship was now ruined. Perhaps Gavin could act like nothing happened, but it would be almost impossible for you. “Why the hell would I want that?” He asks sitting up straighter. When he gets no response he lets out a sigh. “Listen y/n...I know I’m not the best with my words or emotions but I...I really care for you. And I was hoping….if you feel the same, you’ll go out with me?” He asks, looking anywhere but you. Placing your hand on his cheek you turn his head to face you, grinning once his eyes met yours. “I’d love nothing more,” You say leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. Grinning into the kiss Gavin pulls you down on top of him, startling you. He begins to press kisses into your neck, causing you to laugh slightly. “Gavin, c’mon. We have work soon.” Pulling back he gives you a wolfish smile, “Well then we better make this quick.”

Your relationship with Gavin then only seemed to get better. The two of you eventually moved in with each other, and although it was a bit cramped in the apartment neither of you minded. Things were going so well, however it wouldn’t last much longer.

[arcticlee]

I imagine Gavin to be one of those people who don't hear you at all when you try to talk to them or ask them for something. You'd be like:

You: Gavin

You: Hey, Gavin...

You: Gavin!

You: GAVIN!!!!

You: GAVIN, YOU SHORT MOTHERFUCKIN' BITCH UNCLOG YOUR EARS AND LISTEN TO ME!!!

Gavin, after one additional minute of silence: what?