#Gavin probs wants to join

[falsesecuritysketches]

Its pride month False, you know what to do

Happy Pride~

[embeanwrites]

Finding Home Gavin Reed x Reader

Chapter 15

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Connor had driven me home after we finished the movie and now, I was laying in bed looking at my phone. I decided to send Gavin a text before heading to bed.

 How’s burning the midnight oil with Nines?

 lame, i wish i was with my cats

 Me too lol

 how was dinner

 Pretty good, we watched Into the Spider-Verse after. Connor had never seen it!

 i haven’t either

 You’re joking, right? Is this the Jameson and Ginger Ale thing again?

 i barely have time for new movies, let alone old ones

 We’re watching it ASAP

 lol ok pipsqueak

hey i have bad news

 Damn, you couldn’t secure a place for the Dead Mom Society to meet? Or is the bakery out of chocolate chip cookies?

 no i have to work through lunch on monday

 :(

What are you going to have for lunch then?

 idk a pb&j from the breakroom

 Would it ruin your “working through lunch” if I brought you lunch and we eat it in the breakroom?

 nines wont be too happy

 Tell him it’s revenge for lying and setting us up!

 ok ill work on him and let u know

 Awesome! Good luck saving the city tonight, Batman!

 ur the biggest nerd ive ever met

yet for some reason i like u

 Awwwwww you like me

 …hm

 Yeah, yeah I like you too

I gotta go to bed, talk to you later

 Sleep tight, pipsqueak

I smiled at the screen for a moment, even if that nickname was rude and had started as an insult, it was his thing for me now. I'm an adult woman. A nickname shouldn't make me feel this giddy, but here I am, grinning at a now black phone screen, thinking about how he only grins and never smiles and how handsome it is when half his face scrunches up to accommodate those grins. I wonder if he's grinning now, a small one at his desk, maybe into a cup of coffee to hide it while he returns to his case files. I hope he's grinning, feeling like a stupid teenager. I hope he likes me as much as I'm starting to like him. I fell asleep soon after, thinking of what I should bring him for lunch, trying to guess what would surprise him most without being too flashy, what I could do to make him grin for me again.

 I woke up the next morning around 10 am, and laid in bed for a moment questioning how necessary it was for me to get out of this nice warm cocoon of blankets, with the sunlight streaming in gently just out of my eyes, and sighed loudly when I remembered that it was indeed necessary that I get out of bed, as Tina would be here to pick me up at 11:30. I kicked the covers off, grabbing my phone off the charger and moving to sit on the edge of the bed to check it before truly getting up. The first notification was a text from Gavin, sent around 5 a.m. 

u can come on monday probs around 11 bring whatever im not picky

 Will do, Batman!

I turned on a throwback playlist while I got ready, a quick shower where I debated too long over shaving my legs before I actually did so, thinking about how Tina might have me try on a suit or dress for the wedding. I hadn't decided what I wanted to go for yet, hence the indecisiveness with the razor. Eventually I bit the bullet and just took the extra five minutes to shave just to the tops of my knees, not bothering with my thighs as I highly doubted I'd be wearing a mini dress to a formal event, though it might be fun to see how Gavin would react to more revealing clothes. I filed the thought away while I got out of the shower, toweling off and tying the towel around my hair and brushing my teeth. By the time I had thrown on a pair of well loved jeans and a plain tee, Tina was calling me, I answered and before I could even put the phone to my ear, I could hear music blaring in the background, and then Tina screamed "HERE BITCH!" and promptly hung up. I pocketed the phone, and hurried looking for my Birkenstocks, of course they weren't by the door, they were in front of the fridge, where I had stopped last night upon arriving home to grab some food before heading to bed. I slid the sandals on, stopping for a moment to grab two packets of the applesauce squeezies for a quick breakfast. 

By the time I got to the car, Tina was listening to a different song, but the volume was the same, I'm sure my poor neighbors who were trying to sleep in on a Sunday morning were not very pleased. I opened the door and slid in, Tina turned the volume down. What a shame, she had excellent taste in music, ‘Do I Wanna Know?’ by Arctic Monkeys isn't a song you just turn down! 

"Took you long enough!" She laughed, a smile stretching across her face. 

"Shut up I couldn't find my shoes!" I shouted, holding up my feet and wiggling my toes in the most comfortable pair of shoes ever made. She looked at my feet and raised her eyebrows, snorting.

"Jesus Christ I’m a lesbian and I still wouldn’t wear those ugly ass shoes, (Y/n)!” I gasped and smacked her arm. 

“You’re disrespecting your culture!” I shouted, as the car silently started and began to pull out into the street, heading towards the dress store. Tina just giggled and I huffed. 

“For that, I’m not giving you the applesauce I brought for you.” I tore open the packets, double fisting them and squeezing all their contents into my mouth. Tina howled with laughter 

“What are you, fucking two years old! I cannot believe you!” 

“You’re just jealous that you aren’t as stylish as me and now I’ve had a healthy breakfast which I assume you didn’t as you were at the station all night. I was going to be a good, kind, maid of honor and offer you sustenance but if you disrespect the birks, you disrespect me.” I joked, crossing my arms and looking out the windshield past her. 

“Oh my god my maid of honor is two years old!!” 

“Hey! That’s uncalled for, I’m not a toddler, if anything I’m like a seven year old, I make sense but just barely.” I joked. She laughed and nodded. 

“Still can’t buy booze.”

“That’s why there are other best people who are of age who can.” 

There was a natural pause in the conversation, the song changed and we both listened for a moment before Tina turned to me, a devilish grin on her face making me nervous. 

“What?”

“So, I noticed something strange at work last night.”

“Yeah, what did you notice?” I laughed.

“A certain someone kept texting on their phone and smiling AND Nines wasn’t giving them a hard time for being on their phone.” She smirked. “I thought the date went bad?”

“How do you even know it was me, future Detective Chen?”

“Well, I may have glanced over his shoulder at some point and saw your name.” I laughed.

“Tina! I was going to tell you. You didn’t have to spy on Gavin!” She laughed.

“It was the heat of the moment. I promise the next time I spy on him I won’t tell you.” I shoved her shoulder and we both laughed.

“Man, I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” The automatic car pulled into the bridal shop and we both squealed, jumping out of the car and practically running inside.

"I win." Tina said smugly as she crossed the threshold of the store before me. 

"Hey who's the kid now!"

Time went by fast in the shop, the consultants immediately brought us back to a sitting area, offering us complimentary champagne that we happily took. Our consultant, a happy-go-lucky android named Lance, brought out a selection of pantsuits for Tina to try, and offered excellent counsel on all of Tina's concerns. She wanted something elegant and more masculine. She tried a couple things before deciding pinstripe made her feel like a mobster and that white was definitely not her color. Lance was always smiling and laughing with them, not minding at all when they laughed at one of the options or didn't like what he had brought for her. He was very efficient in bringing options, and after three 'no's' he brought out a selection of black jackets and pants, assisting her in a pair of slim fit high waisted slacks with a center vertical pleat to help her look taller, a simple white dress shirt with a short popped collar, and a sleek black satin jacket, with a black lining. The fabric shone nicely in the light, a little bit of a sparkle in the thread. She looked gorgeous, and I could tell she felt it too, the way her eyes shone a bit, and her cheeks flushed, though she would probably blame that on the champagne if I brought it up later.

“You should try on some bridesmaids’ dresses. I’ve got my suit and now I want to judge others!”  Tina plopped down on the couch next to me and took my champagne from me.

"You haven't even decided on the style you want! Are you matching both bridal parties? Doesn't Valerie have a say in it then!" I squawked, reaching for the champagne flute she'd stolen from me. 

"We actually have talked about it, and we decided that as long as everyone has blush pink or yellow in their outfit, whatever style they want is best. It eliminates the drama and keeps our wedding day happy." Tina said, tipping her head back and downing my champagne in one big gulp. I smacked her arm. 

"Ah, I'd be happy to help you find a dress Miss. (L/N)." Lance offered, moving to sit next to me and offered out his hand, images of dresses popping up on his hand. 

"What are you thinking Miss (L/N)? Would you prefer the blush tone or yellow?" Lance asked, looking at my face instead of his hand. 

"Ah, blush please." I requested. 

"Not a problem, it's a popular color so we have a lot of options. Now, what style cut do you like?" I looked at him like a fish out of water. 

"I'm not sure, what do you think would look best, Lance?" He smiled, before pulling up a couple of images on his hand and explaining the styles and what design choices would flatter my features. I nodded, and he guided me back to the dressing room. 

"I'm going to run and grab some of the options we discussed Miss. (L/N)." He told me, before shutting the door. He knocked when he returned about five minutes later, hanging six dresses on the wall for me. "When you're ready, join us in the showing room, and we can adjust the fit and see what the bride thinks." He told me. I shouted 'Thanks!' through the door before turning to decide which dress I wanted to try first. 

 “Wow.” I murmured looking at myself in the mirror. From the tag on the dress I learned it’s a ‘long chiffon dress with halter neckline.’ I didn’t really understand what any of those words meant, but this dress was…amazing. It made me feel like a goddamn princess. 

“What’s taking so long!” I heard Tina shout.

“Give me a minute, you drunk!” I walked out of the dressing room, towards where Tina was sitting.

“Holy shit.” I laughed and spun around.

“It’s pretty good, right?” She got up and walked towards me.

“You’re getting this one. No question. I’m not letting you leave without it!”

“Are you sure? I can try a light-yellow dress if you want.”

“No, this one is perfect.” She smashed her cheek on mine and we both looked at ourselves in the mirror. I was smiling so wide my face was starting to hurt. She quickly grabbed her phone and snapped a picture of us, and I laughed.

“Tina!”

“What! I want to remember this moment.” She kissed my cheek. “I can’t wait to come back here with you when Gavin proposes.” She teased, causing you to laugh. 

“We’ve gone on one date! How much champagne have you had?” She shook her head.

“Just three glasses, I’m drunk on happiness! Come on, change back and buy that dress!” I laughed and walked back to the changing room. I picked up my phone and saw Tina had sent me the picture already. Smiling, I sent the picture to my dad.

 Got my dress for the wedding!

 Beautiful kiddo!

[sceptilemasterr]

MW Act 1, Scene 13 - Two-Faced

Title: Most Wanted: The Hollywood Killer (A CIU Screenplay)

Main Pairings: Dave x Sam

Other Pairings: N/A

Genre: Full Rewrite

Rating: PG-13 for violence, blood, swearing, alcohol, and sexuality

Summary: Sam, Dave, Rhea, and Reza visit Cheerm, only to find the owner isn’t home... or ARE they?

Previous Scene: Hitting the Beach

Masterlist: Link

INT. CHEERM APARTMENT COMPLEX - DAY

The four of them are standing in the lobby of a small, run-down apartment complex, in front of a call box. Dave scans the apartment listings as Sam taps her foot impatiently.

SAM: This is Cheerm? I thought it was a company.

REZA: For an internet startup, you never have to leave your home, y’know.  (dramatically) The real American Dream!

He pauses expectantly, but neither Sam nor Dave react. After a moment, Rhea lets out a small chuckle.

REZA: Thank you! At least someone around here appreciates me.

Dave finds the Cheerm listing, and buzzes up. A female voice answers.

JESSICA (V.O.): Cheerm HQ!

DAVE: My name’s Dave, I’m with the city. Do you mind if we could chat for a minute?

Sam frowns at him, clearly skeptical. Rhea and Reza exchange a glance. After a pause, the voice returns.

JESSICA (V.O.): Totes! No prob, just punch 2139 into the call box and come on up!

Sam raises an eyebrow. Dave shrugs.

SAM (sarcastically): Look at you, Prince Charming.

DAVE: What can I say? It works.

The elevator opens, and the four of them file in. As it ascends, Rhea attempts to make conversation.

RHEA (to Reza): So, you... uh... have you been out this way before?

REZA: Huh? Uh? Um, yeah, this place is... uh... it’s really... I’ve been here... one time, it’s nice, right?

Dave facepalms at Reza’s awkwardness. Before Rhea has the chance to respond, the doors slide open on the top floor, right across from a door marked ‘CHEERM’ in huge, bright lettering. Dave shrugs.

DAVE: They aren’t exactly subtle...

He knocks on the door. After a second, the door opens narrowly, and a young woman in workout clothes peers through the opening. This is JESSICA GREENE, though at this time we do not know her name. She smiles innocently at the group.

JESSICA: Hi there! Can I help you guys?

RHEA: We... um, or, uh, we’re... 

Dave steps in when he notices Rhea blushing and tripping over her words.

DAVE: I’m Detective Dave Reyes. This is my partner, Marshal Sam Massey, and my colleagues, Reza Fassihi and Rhea Sarkar. What’s your name?

In the background, Rhea does an excited shudder when Dave introduces her as a ‘colleague.’ Jessica smiles apologetically and shrugs.

JESSICA: I’m, uh... Monika. Duh. Sorry, I know I’m a total ditz, right? Did you need something?

Sam frowns.

SAM: Who would we talk to about this ‘Cheerm’ company?

JESSICA: Huh? Oh... yeah, that would be my brother, Chad. He and his friend Todd started this dumb company last year. I can totes give him a message if you wanna tell me what this is all about?

DAVE: The thing is, Monika...

He goes into ‘flirt mode,’ leaning against the door, lowering his voice, and gazing into ‘Monika’s’ eyes.

DAVE: Y’know... I could really use your help on this one. I’d owe you, big time.

JESSICA: Oh yeah? What would you owe me, Mr. Detective?

DAVE: I guess we’d have to find out.

Sam rolls her eyes at Dave’s ridiculous ‘flirt mode.’

SAM: You’re kidding me. This’ll never work...

JESSICA (giggles): Well, if you need to talk to Chad and Todd, they’re down on the beach right now for a brainstorming sesh!

Sam’s jaw drops. Dave smirks at her before continuing.

DAVE: Thanks, Monika. You’re a lifesaver!

RHEA: You’ve been everything!

JESSICA (confused): ...What?

RHEA: Oh my God that was so stupid! I meant to say ‘You’ve been a big help’ or ‘Thanks for everything’ but then I somehow mixed them up and said ‘You’ve been everything’ I’m such an idiot I’m so sorry!

JESSICA: Uh... okay. Thank you.

She forces a smile and closes the door. Rhea sighs and puts her head in her hands.

RHEA: I am so stupid!

REZA: Yeah. I know.

Rhea gives him a look. Reza blanches.

REZA: Wait, no, I didn’t mean- not like that! I just meant, I’m awkwardly stupid too, so I get it! Er, wait! No, I wasn’t calling you stupid! And... yeah, okay, I’ll stop now.

DAVE: I think you just proved your point.

REZA: Guess I’m forever doomed to stammer like an idiot around cute girls.

SAM (sighs): Can we just go find these brainstorming executives? Please?

DAVE: You go on ahead. I’ve got a hunch I want to follow up on.

SAM: Sure you do.

She and Reza head back toward the elevator. Rhea stays, glancing between Sam and Dave for a moment.

SAM: Paparazzi? You comin’?

RHEA: Not right now. I’ve... also got a hunch.

SAM (shrugs): Suit yourself.

The elevator dings, and Sam and Reza enter and descend. After a moment, Dave knocks on the door again. They wait several seconds, with no response.

RHEA: Maybe she... fell asleep?

DAVE: Not likely.

Dave knocks again, and waits for another long moment. Still, nothing happens.

RHEA: Are you, y’know, suspecting something?

DAVE: Possibly...

He draws his gun. Rhea gasps.

RHEA: Are you gonna need that?!

DAVE: Sure hope not.

Dave leans back, then slams his heel through the door. The lock splinters, and he sprints inside, followed a moment later by Rhea. Inside, the room is filled with several computers, routers, and other devices. Jessica stands up against one of the computer towers, holding a handheld device up to it.

DAVE: You! Stop!

Jessica hesitates at Dave’s voice for only a second, then returns to what she was doing. As Dave and Rhea watch, the computer monitor she is standing with winks out, dead. Rhea gasps in recognition.

RHEA: Oh my God, I know what that is! It’s one of those high-powered magnet things they use to erase computers!

DAVE: She’s erasing the evidence! (to Jessica) Stop, don’t do this!

JESSICA (tearfully): I have to! I have to run, or I’m dead!

RHEA: Wait! Please! I know how you feel!

JESSICA: Shut up! I don’t need a lecture from a cop!

As Jessica crosses to the next computer and starts holding the device up to it, Rhea approaches her, showing her empty hands.

DAVE: Rhea! No! You’re just-

RHEA: Look. Monika. I’m not a cop; I’m just a journalist. Barely out of college. A nobody, pretty much.

To Dave’s shock, Jessica actually hesitates, curious about what Rhea is going to say.

RHEA: I’m not-

Rhea pauses, taking a deep breath and quickly composing herself before continuing, more confidently this time.

RHEA: I’m not saying I know who you are. All I can say is that I know the kind of person you are; and that’s someone who knows what she can do. Nothing more; nothing less. I know what it’s like to feel like you’re overlooked, overshadowed.

JESSICA (hesitantly): I... I don’t know what you’re talking about.

RHEA: Let me take a guess. People take you for granted, don’t they? You can spend every day of your life doing everything for them behind the scenes, all the little inconvenient details that help their jobs to keep existing, and the simple “thank you” that you deserve... never comes. So you feel like you have to do something extreme. Because, you’re afraid that if you don’t, you’ll actually... truly... be alone, forever.

There is a long, drawn-out pause. Rhea and Jessica keep their gazes on each other, neither one willing to be the first to look away. Behind Rhea, Dave slowly lowers his pistol. After a moment or two, a single tear drips down the side of Jessica’s face, and she averts her gaze.

JESSICA: I... you... (sighs) It’s too late for me. I can’t change now.

Rhea shakes her head.

RHEA: No. It’s not too late. We can help you. It’s never too late.

Slowly, Jessica starts lowering the magnet, slumping to the floor. Rhea crosses over to her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. A few seconds later, Dave starts approaching the two of them. Jessica looks up at him, her eyes wet with tears.

JESSICA: I... please...

DAVE (gently): Look, you’re doing the right thing. You’ve made the right choice. But the things you did... you’re still going to have to pay the price. I’m sorry, but right now, I’m gonna need you to come-

To Dave and Rhea’s surprise, Jessica holds out her wrists toward Dave. Her expression has changed, a distinct look of fear now joining the sadness on her face.

JESSICA: I know. Please, Officer, let’s go. Now. Please!

Dave takes a step back, confused and suspicious at the strange request. Rhea looks at Jessica curiously.

RHEA: What is this? Some kind of trick?

Jessica starts shaking her head in frantic desperation.

JESSICA: No trick! I promise! Please, just take me back to the station. Lock me up for life if you have to, just get me away from here!

DAVE: Monika, explain. Now.

JESSICA: You don’t understand, there’s no time! You need to get me away from here, he’s-

With an ominous thud, the power to the building suddenly cuts out, plunging the room into darkness. Dave reflexively draws his pistol, aiming it at Jessica.

DAVE: What is this? What did you do?!

JESSICA (panicked): No! No, no, no... He’s here, you’re too late, he’s gonna kill me!

RHEA: Who?! Monika, what’s going on?

JESSICA: Gavin’s killer. John Tull.

Dave, his eyes still adjusting to the darkness, startles at her words, swiveling his stance around so he and his gun are now facing the entrance. Rhea tenses, backing herself and Jessica up against the wall.

JESSICA: He’s here to kill me.

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Next: Darkness

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MW Tag List: @griselda1121

[jerrychos-blog]

Bear Hugs

pairing: Gavin Reed x Reader

word count: 1964

a/n: might as well kill two birds with one stone, right? fluffy gavin with his partner at the station, he’s probs a little ooc, buuuuut i personally think he’d be a lot more laid back and soft when dating someone

***

When you were younger, you hated hugs. You hated any sort of affection, or touching, really. You never let your mother brush through your hair, never held hands with your friends or hugged them. You barely tolerated letting your grandparents kiss your forehead when they came to visit. People became concerned when they saw you squirm away from your father’s touch, his comments that this was just how you were not doing anything to ease their minds. It wasn’t a lie though. There was nothing concerning about your home life, no abuse from your parents. You just simply did not like being touched.

And people respected that, for the most part.

It was the same all through middle school, and through high school as well. Your friends were fine with it, even the ones who preferred to be more physical with others. The issues start to arise with those you dated. While some respected your boundaries, asking if it was okay to touch you before doing so, others wanted to be able to just hold your hand or kiss you whenever they wanted.

Your last few relationships in high school had been a little too physical for your liking, and had ended rather badly, so you opted out of dating for the rest of your junior year.

Senior year passed without dating as well, as did your college years.

When you joined the police force, it was a bit harder to get around not being touched, but you managed. You worked at Detroit’s 7th precinct police station, so you regularly ran into officers from Detroit’s central police department. You had even become friends with some of them. There was one detective you seemed to run into with unusual, some might even say concerning, frequency.

It seemed like Gavin Reed showed up everywhere you went. It was a weird coincidence that you both always seemed to be in the same place at the same time, but it had allowed you to get to know the man.

It certainly helped with easing in to the new setting when you were transferred to Detroit’s central station. The station had an opening for a detective position, and you had recently been promoted, so you snagged it while you could. The station had been fairly empty when you first arrived, making settling in and beginning your work a quick task. Captain Fowler had assigned you to an ongoing case, giving you the information and a desk across from your new partner. You had been looking through the case files for about an hour when you heard footsteps approaching.

“Well, long time no see, sweetheart,” a familiar voice says, accompanied with a friendly punch to the shoulder. You clear your throat and lean away from the touch, looking up to see Gavin standing next to you, a cocky smirk on his face.

“Do you mind not doing that?”

“What, standing here?”

“No, punching me.”

“Wuss, it wasn’t even that hard.” “No, it’s not that, I just. Don’t like being touched. Never have, dunno if I ever will.”

Gavin shrugs, moving to sit at the desk across from yours.

“Whatever you say. Anyways, Fowler told me I’d be getting a new partner, didn’t know it’d be you.” “Yeah, we always seem to wind up in the same place, huh? Pretty weird that we’re partners now.”

***

You’d been working with Gavin for about five months, and the two of you got along pretty well. There were times when you scolded him for his behavior towards others, finding it to be a tad bit too harsh, but other than that, he was nice to be around. He had done pretty well at respecting your boundaries, only needing to be gently reminded a few times when it slipped his mind. Lately, though, you had been strangely okay with his friendly nudges, almost wanting them.

He had noticed, but never questioned it. If he was being honest, he liked the contact. Gavin had started to develop feelings for you, so any bit of closeness was welcomed, and he didn’t want to fuck up any chances he had with you by pushing it.

There had been a slow day at the station, so you and Gavin had decided to go grab lunch at a nearby café. When you had finished eating, you went back to his car, deciding to just sit and talk as you still had some time to kill.

“How long do you think this case is gonna go on for? I feel like we’re not making any progress,” you sigh, slouching down in the passenger seat. There’s no response, and you glance over to the man beside you.

“Gavin? Did you hea-”

“Do you want to go on a date?”

“I, do I… What?”

“I said do you want-”

“I heard what you said Gavin. I… Shit, I don’t know.”

“Right, forget I asked, then,” he huffs, shifting to look out the window.

“Woah, hey, it’s not that I don’t want to, trust me Gavin, I… I think I like you, I just haven’t dated since high school. I had a few bad relationships and I was just turned off by the idea of dating I guess.” He’s silent for a moment, processing what you’ve just told him.

“Would you want to try again? Just to see if anything has changed?”

“I think I’d be willing to try, if it was with you, yeah,” you smile, closing your eyes.

“I trust you.”

***

A year had passed since Gavin asked you out, and you were still going strong. You were surprised to see how much you had missed dating, that special closeness you don’t quite get with friends. What surprised you even more was that you had grown to love, to crave his touch. You especially loved his hugs. The first hug had been during an investigation, about 4 months into your relationship.

The suspect was deemed dangerous and high on red ice. You and Gavin had been called to the scene, and everything had gone downhill from there. The two officers who had gone into the building before you had been shot down, and both were being wheeled off to an ambulance when you arrived. The next group to enter the building consisted of seven people rather than two, including Gavin and yourself.

You carefully made your way through the building, taking up a spot in the front of the group. When you reached the room the suspect was hiding in, all hell broke loose. He shot in your direction, hitting the officer next to you, and you dove for cover behind a nearby table. Two more officers went down, and you took a chance, running towards the suspect at full speed. He took a shot at you, barely missing your head, and before he could take another you had tackled him.

Another officer came over to help you cuff the man, taking him away once the cuffs were secure. You felt arms around you, pulling you into a bear hug, and you stiffened.

“Jesus christ don’t fucking do that again okay? Scared the shit outta me; thought you got shot or somethin’, thought I was gonna lose you…” Gavin mumbles into your hair, taking in a deep breath. He holds you for another minute before pulling away, his hands still on your arms.

“Are you okay? It looked close, it didn’t actually hit you, did it?” he gives you a quick once over.

“I-I’m okay,” you stutter, still a bit shaken up from the situation. You rub your arms, and glance down at the floor.

“Hey Gav?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Can you… Can you please hug me again? I… I dunno, I just really liked it, I guess.” He immediately pulls you back in, a soft smile on his face.

***

Ever since then, you had requested a hug at least once every day, and Gavin loved to deliver. They made you incredibly happy and he loved seeing you bouncing with joy after he’d hug you. You had been more open to affection since then, accepting kisses here and there, and even cuddling with the man on occasion. He always made sure to ask if you were alright with it first, though. That was one promise he had made to himself. You said you had trusted him, and he was going to do everything he could to keep your trust, goddamnit.

One particularly stressful day had you sitting at your desk, running a hand through your hair in frustration. The station was fairly busy, and the noise only added to your tension. Someone cleared their throat behind you, and you sighed, choosing to ignore whoever it was. They cleared their throat again, a bit louder this time.

“Go away, I’m busy,” you snapped, turning your head to see who it was. “Oh shit, Gav, I’m sorry, didn’t realize it was you.”

“S’alright. Stressed?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, turning to face him fully, “this new case has just been getting to me. We can’t find any leads, absolutely none, but I-I mean you’ve looked at the information we have, there’s so much of it! And no leads, it’s pissing me off!” You run a hand down your face.

“Sorry, I’m just… This is getting to me way more than it should.”

Gavin holds one arm out, the other behind his back, and he motions for you to get up. You do, and bury your face in his chest, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. He wraps his arms tight around you, one resting around your shoulders and the other across your back. You breath in the scent of his cologne and sigh, a content smile coming to your lips. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, and the two of you stand there for awhile, content, the noise of the station forgotten for a moment.

When you pull away, it’s obvious you’ve calmed down a bit. Your shoulders are slouched a bit more, posture more relaxed.

“Thanks, Gavin,” you give him a smile, and turn to sit down again, but a hand is on your shoulder to stop you.

“Uh-uh, I’m not done with you yet,” he chides, giving you a smug grin. You raise an eyebrow at him and rest a hand on your hip.

“Alright then, what else did you need?”

He pulls a large bouquet of flowers out from behind his back, holding them out to you, and you gasp.

“Gavin, they’re gorgeous, oh my gosh, thank you!” You gently grab them, and bring them up to your face to smell them.

“I’m glad you like them, I uh, actually put some effort into looking into the meaning of them.”

“Oh? And what exactly do they mean, then?”

“Well there are red roses there, I think you know what those mean. Those white ones with the pink ends are amaryllis flowers. Those are supposed to symbolize radiant beauty. The white ones are carnations, they show pure love. The salmon colored ones are chrysanthemums, and they represent perfection. Because you are a beautiful, perfect person and I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Gavin grins, nothing but admiration for you in his eyes.

You tear up, setting the flowers down and going to hug him again. You hug him for a long time, silently hoping Fowler doesn’t yell at the two of you. Gavin picks you up and sets you on the edge of your desk, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“And now,” he smirks, and you know the next sentence can’t be good, “a hug and a kiss for every day so far that I’ve loved you, and for every day that you’ve made me the happiest man alive.”

You grin at him and pull him into another hug. “Better get started then, I think that might take awhile.”

[eggsnbaconyouaremistaken]

So It’s prob pretty clear that I ship Gav900. They cute. I’m always preferential to the assholes/grumps and being sweet to the ones they love.

But there is one “trope” that I think gets thrown around a lot, and I’m interested in some civil discourse about it. Gavin Reed is not a Red Ice addict. He’s just an asshole.

1. Assholes exist without drug use. I think that a lot of times we (as fans) dismiss people as being drug users to have a “reason” for them having a bad personality or being generally disagreeable

2. If he is/was a user, it’s very unlikely that it has been for a long time. Most law enforcement will not even recruit/hire a person that has a history of drug use. (My husband is in the process of tying to join the police, and the requirement specifically said “no more than five times since turning 21″, and he would have to take a polygraph test). So, if he has used with any level of frequency, he would have to be an exceptional liar, or have started after he completed the academy and was an officer.

Gavin has likely been with the DPD for several years, probably 5+. We can tell this because of his age and his rank as Detective. While Detective is more of a lateral move from Duty Officer, an Officer would have to be exceptionally gifted to move to Detective without having several years in service (Based on the NYPD and wikipedia). I’m gonna guess he’s been there between 5 and 10 years.

Hank Anderson has been with the DPD for a good long time.He’s experienced with red ice users, and he’s known Gavin (likely) for Gavin’s entire career. We know a few things about Red Ice: It causes extreme rage and violence, it’s very addictive, and it seems to cause visible physical effects (possibly weight gain/hormone changes, lesions on face/ bad skin). Given Anderson’s experience with the drug, and his skill as a detective, He’d be the first one to notice of Reed was on it. If Gavin wasn’t using Red Ice when he started at the DPD, Anderson (or someone else) would have noticed his behavior change.

“Starting to stink of booze in here.” This line tells us that Reed and Anderson hold outright dislike for each other, enough to comment on each other’s worst traits. If Gavin was a user, and Hank knew, this statement from Gavin sets a precedent that means that Hank would undoubtedly have said something if he knew.

Here’s the catch: Hank outranks Gavin, and pretty substantially at that. Hank would have used his position to either set Gavin right, or he would have told Fowler. Yes, we’ve seen Hank let crimes pass under his nose “if they aren’t hurting anyone”, but arguably a law officer on narcotics is bound to hurt someone. Hank isn’t about to let a fellow officer endanger citizens or the reputation of the DPD. His job is one of the only things that keeps him going, and he doesn’t like Gavin; He’s not letting him fuck it up. If Gavin was on Red Ice, he’d be suspended from the DPD until he figures his shit out, and they might not even let him come back.

Gavin doesn’t have any of the appearance effects that we’ve been shown for red ice, save for the circles under his eyes. I’ve lived in a small town. A small town populated by baby boomers that are raising their children who are unfortunately doomed to near-poverty. In a poor economy in a town that charges $1000+ for one bedroom apartments and only offers minimum wage jobs unless you can afford a car and have time to drive to the city. My school was nicknamed Heroin High. I worked at Walmart. I know what those bags look like on drug-users. They are sunken and purple and honestly unsettling. I’ve played through DBH 3.5 times, and I can tell you that Gavin doesn’t look like that. He looks exhausted. That’s probably why he wants coffee all the damn time. As a person who works excessively, I fully know that coffee truly makes me a halfway decent person. I’m an ass without it, because a lack of energy means no patience for bullshit.

3. So he’s a bit aggressive toward Connor. He points a gun at Connor’s head, threatens to shoot him (maybe he does, pending on your QTE), and spouts off generally rude one-liners. I know that some fans think he may have been high for significant portions of the in-game events, but I still further disagree. Either he hates androids (possibly because Kamski is his half brother, if you subscribe to that), or he just hates Connor. He made the comment about roughing up Ortiz’s android to rile Connor and make his dislike clear.

Gavin is ambitious. He wants to be good at his job and move up in rank, and here walks in a machine that is supposed to not only be able to do his job, but be way better at it. Not only is Connor making him look bad because of his personality faults, but Connor gets assigned to work with someone far superior to Gavin within the DPD, therefore raising Connor’s perceived rank by poxy. Essentially, Connor walked in one day and was put above Gavin who’d already been with the DPD for ~5 years. Gavin hates Connor for the same reason I hate Jerry.

Edit: Additional Note: The fan wiki says that Red Ice Causes hormonal changes. If you subscribe to Trans!Gavin (which I am not against but personally don’t hc), would he really do anything to disrupt the hormone changes he’s already gone/going through?

In conclusion: Gavin is an asshole, he is exhausted, and Connor shows up and shows that he’s basically little more than mediocre at his profession. He’s angry, and at least partially justifiably so. If he was on Red Ice he wouldn’t be working at the DPD, especially on cases involving Red Ice.

I’ll step off my soap box now. :) Please feel free to share your thoughts/headcanons/opinions in a civil manner.

[dacrepls-blog]

Gav800 Week - Day Five - Family

Day 5 of @gav800-week

Not too fond of this one and I’ll probs wake up in the morning and edit the shit out of it but here you go !

People had managed to invent androids, cars that drove themselves, made massive leaps in medical capabilities. How the fuck hadn’t they managed to make keyboards that didn’t have that dumb clicking noise every time you pressed a letter?

This is what his job had become. Typing away and finishing up case reports because he wasn’t sanctioned to go back out into the field yet. Something about Fowler not wanting him to ‘have a flashback or a panic attack’ whilst he was out working cases. Connor said that it made sense. Gavin thought it was bullshit.

He wasn’t going to freeze in the middle of a crime scene, he wasn’t going to whimper like a baby because some bad guy tried to run away. He could do his job just as well as he always could. One jackass with a knife wasn’t going to completely fuck up his career. A whole precinct thinking that he was some shitty porcelain little doll? That was going to fuck up his career. All he wanted to do was go to one, singular crime scene. To get out from behind a desk, away from a computer, and try to track down the bad guy, find the motive and the opportunity and then send someone after him so that he can say ‘yeah I solved that’. That was all Gavin wanted.

“Everything okay?”

Gavin turned in his chair to look up at his…. Boyfriend? That was what they called each other outside of work but at work it seemed to be nothing more than work colleagues. He didn’t mind that, or at least he didn’t think he did. It meant things stayed the same, there were no questions asked, no threats from Hank, it was easy. It also kind of sucked.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good,” he nodded, turning back to the screen, “Just working on a report that I have nothing to do with.”

He was sounding like a whiny baby but he really was over it. He wanted to be out and about but he was stuck.

Connor didn’t make a sound for a short while, his eyes scanning over the screen before he seemed to decide to just completely change the topic of conversation.

Connor’s voice was pitched at a lower tone as he took a seat on the desk, looking down at Gavin. “I was reading about… relationships… online and the common practises-”

“Don’t make it sound too formal, Tincan. Makes it boring.”

Connor went silent again. Gavin spared a glance up towards him and immediately felt guilty. He knew that sometimes he was an ass but that’s how he had always been. It was part of his charm. Connor knew better than to take any of it to heart but Gavin supposed that it was different when it came to their relationship. Unlike Gavin, Connor had never dealt with feelings or relationships or anything like that. It was all so new to him and Gavin should really be taking that into account more than he currently was doing.

“.. Sorry. You were saying?”

That seemed to cheer him up a little, or at least reignite that slight excitement that Connor seemed to always to have stowed away from somewhere in his unit.

“I was reading about relationships whilst I didn’t have any cases to- well, it doesn’t matter when, I suppose.”

Gavin’s face must have pulled some sort of look. It was the only reasonable explanation behind why he would stop talking about the cases that he was working on. Instead of saying anything, he gestured for Connor to carry on again rather than waste time.

“Well… it seems to be a common thing where they… boyfriend is introduced as the… boyfriend, so I came to the conclusion that you should join Hank and I for supper tonight.”

If Gavin had been drinking coffee then it would have currently been dripping down the computer screen because that was not what he was expecting. He was expecting something more… date-like,l not… meet the father sort of thing. Also this was Hank. Hank Anderson. The grumpy old Police Lieutenant that hated his guts.

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

Connor tilted his head to one side, a confused look crossing his features again. “Well… yes. That’s why I’m suggesting it.”

“The issue with that, Con, is that Hank hates me, and rightly so. Like… I’m an asshole and the fact that you’re here and you’ve stuck it out is a gift. Like, I really appreciate it, and I’m super grateful, as you know, but me and Hank? Having dinner? Being civil? I don’t know whether it’s going to go how you want it to go.”

He wasn’t trying to upset him or anything like that but he wasn’t going to sugarcoat something that he really didn’t think was going to go well. Connor was setting himself up for failure right now. It was going to be a fail between him and Hank for a while and as soon as he found out that he was making out with his adopted son it was going to be so much harder to make him see that he was a good guy. Hell, Hank would probably think that Gavin was blackmailing him or making him do it against his will. It was going to be so much effort to get around that stick.

“How is Hank meant to start liking you if you don’t give him the chance to know you?”

Well that was a question and a half because there was no answer that didn’t make him look stupid. Gavin couldn’t really argue against that one. How was he meant to get Hank to like him if he avoided him at all cost? Avoiding Hank was the easiest thing to do but he also knew that the best thing to do, at least for Connor, was try and make an effort to show Hank that he wasn’t a complete ass and Connor was with him because he wanted to be, not because he was being forced to be with him.

“Fine. Send me his address and I’ll get there for seven.”

*-*-*-*

“You gotta be shitting me, Connor.”

Gavin rolled his eyes from where he was crouched in the doorway, hands scratching through the soft fur of the Saint Bernard that had charged him as soon as he had stepped his way into the house. At least there was something that made this whole dinner thing worthwhile - other than Connor, of course.

“Hank, I don’t think you’re-”

“No, Connor. No. This asshole has done nothing but give you shit since day one. What do you mean ‘you’re dating’? Are you fucking stupid?”

“Hank, Gavin hasn’t given me shit since the revolution. You would know that if you ever listened to anything that I was going to say without jumping in to yell about how it’s all bullshit.”

“Jumping in to yel- Connor. You’re being stupid.”

Gavin was ready to say goodbye to Connor and the dog and just head back to his own apartment. This wasn’t going to work. Hank wasn’t going to back down, that was clear. Then again, he didn’t want to admit defeat, especially not to Hank fucking Anderson. That would be too embarrassing for him and he would have to hand in his badge and become a recluse because that was the only possible right thing to do when admitting to defeat to Hank Anderson.

“Hank. Please.”

And that was all it took, paired with some puppy dog eyes, for Hank to give in to Connor’s will and fifty minutes later they were sat around the table eating whatever pasta dish it was that Connor had prepared, a terse silence between them that was only broken by the dog - now known as Sumo - and the under the breath grumbling that was coming from the older man.

They didn’t really talk much, every time he went to Hank fixed him a look. Whilst that would usually be enough to make Gavin start chatting shit purely to piss him off but this was important to Connor and that, for the moment, anyway.

Connor eventually moved to clear the plates away  before heading through to the bathroom, and Gavin was silently hoping, praying, for the silence to carry on but as soon as the android was far enough away for Hank he started to speak.

“I don’t know what you’re doing here, Reed, but you should stop. Connor’s my family-”

“Yeah, he’s your adopted son. I get it. You’ve made it plenty clear. But your family over there is in this through choice. Do you really think he’d let himself be dragged into something against his will? The dude beat my ass and left me on the floor. I’m not trying anything, I’m not setting him up to embarrass him. It’s nothing like that. So get the fuck over it and yourself and just let the dude do what he wants.”

With that, Gavin stood from the chair and headed in the direction that Connor had moved, letting himself into the bathroom. He wasn’t at all surprised to find Connor sat on the edge of the tub doing nothing.

“You know, for an android you’re not all that slick, Tincan,” he teased as he moved to sit on the edge of the tub beside him, “Shoulda guessed that you were going to leave me to try and talk to Hank. This isn’t going to go as well as you think it is and I get that you have statistics and all that shit but this is me and Hank. He’s gonna think you’re being forced into this and he’s gonna talk shit about me and it’s something that you gotta get used to, at least for a while. And it’s gonna suck cause family not supporting you is shitty. I know that but if-”

He cut himself off because the words that were going to follow on were almost an ultimatum and that wasn’t something that he wanted to give out when he couldn’t figure out how much Connor was willing to stick out.

“You’re my family too. So you’re going to have to try and he is too but you being here is a start and I appreciate that.”

Connor was smiling at him, looking over at him as Gavin tried to figure out what he was supposed to be doing next. Instead Gavin decided to say fuck it to words and leaned forwards, kissing Connor gently. It was only a quick peck, nothing stupid or too much, but just enough to let Connor know that he was serious about the whole making an effort thing.

“Thank you, Gavin.”

“No problem, Tincan. For you.”

[theconfusedartist]

( @zero-saito ) Complicated Bill is good, it means he has a conscious and can feel guilt. His training methods and teaching eagle vision is amazing but such training makes people wanna nope off into the sunset. Which happens when desmond runs and probs adds more sus on Bill. He should have just trained desmond as an informant, he’s the leader of his group he should be able to make it happen unless something else was up. I’m also sus of Bill because, how can he train eagle vision if he’s never had it.

@zero-saito both Gavin and Imogen have strong eagle vision, but Bill was never able to get it manifest, no matter how hard he tried. Desmond didn't even need training. He awakened his the same way Altaïr did, which was simply by letting go of any preconceived notions and just letting it come to him.

Bill was too attached to the physical world, and while he's great at finding hidden things, it never properly manifested as Eagle Vision, which was just more fuel for his detractors to doubt him. Also, the people he trained didn't hate him for the Eagle vision training, but rather the physical and fighting regimen. He would select one or two people who were weak and outright wail on them and use them as examples in their group, which meant that the ones he picked on either got strong or just strong enough to choose to not be a field assassin.

Desmond wanted to be a field assassin to work with Imogen (who he rarely got to see) and see the world, but as previously stated Bill wanted him to give up being a field assassin and stay close to home at the Farm. Luckily for Desmond, all other training was handled either by other assassins or left up to the discretion of the assassin themselves--they would choose at least 3 things to specialize in and would learn everything about that topic until they were cleared and were permitted to join a cell to continue their learning and work in their given role.

Desmond ended up wanting to know as much as possible about everything he could learn, he took to learning like he was starved for knowledge and (since Altaïr is with him the way he was with Altaïr during his life) created a codex of his own. Also. I mentioned that Desmond "found" two PoE but I put it in quotation marks bc Desmond just. Made them. He wanted to experiment out in the woods with stealth, was making his own special hoodies and accidentally made a hoodie-shroud. While he was learning about computers and digital information, he got frustrated with how small all the hard drives he was using were, so he ate them and created a repository (the same one that Altaïr used as keys for his library).

The Assassins, who want to isolate and use every PoE for themselves saw this and wanted to "study" Desmond, but Bill was adamantly against this and reasoned that if Desmond was going to be out in the field then he should be focusing on his training and getting his first missions to prove what rank he would eventually earn.

Bill does love Desmond, but he's terrible at showing it and takes his emotions out on Desmond as many of his frustrations he feels stems from him, and he isn't used to dealing with his expectations being subverted.

Bill, after Desmond is believed to be dead in the Grand Temple, goes to Elijah immediately to bring him back to assassins wanting a second chance to be a better father to his grandchild. He goes about it wrong, telling Elijah that Desmond is dead and never coming back. That he took his away from his 'real' family and denied him his heritage, that he's been hiding things from Elijah, and that he raised him away from the assassins due to his own stubbornness.

Alex sees Elijah crying and struggling, then kills Bill without hesitation, and Bill dies because he never learned the lesson in how to change how he handles people and children specifically. Imogen only hears that Desmond is dead but no details, Bill is dead and that Desmond’s lover/husband killed her husband, and that while Desmond was with the Assassins he stabbed one of their best field agents Lucy.

Because Desmond had been so good with PoE, she doesn't believe that there might have been PoE shenanigans and that this was done purposefully.

Even after Desmond and Alex manage to get their family back (Dana, Ragland, Ragland family, Elijah, the twins) they still have to deal with the aftermath.

Also, I had to make this a reblog bc I ran out of characters in the replies and I wanted this to be cohesive.

I just wanted to say something about the protocreed au:

The reader is Desmond, Desmond is the reader. He just needed to run 26 permutations to get to that phase. Afterwards, he still would've been able to view and change the past/present/future at any time in his regular body while his consciousness (and Clay) remain in the Grey.

But Abstergo just had to go and fuck things up for ya boi😮‍💨 yet again

Alex does help out, but he had to leave when Desmond activated the Eye, due to all the intense heat and phosphorus adamantium that was literally deconstructing him on a molecular level.

Also, to get back to Elijah to make sure neither the assassins or Templars get their hands on him, bc he'll be damned if he let's Bill get his grubby little hands on him.

[romoladebardi]

Ats

Thanks!Top 5 favourite characters: Angel, Cordy, Gunn, Fred, DarlaOther characters you like: Lorne, Wes, does Faith count? 
Least favourite characters: Connor, Eve, Spike
Otps: Cangel!!!!!!!!!! Fred/Gunn
Notps: Cordelia/Connor shouldnt even exist, Fresley 
Favourite friendships: Also cangel!! And Cordy/wes/gunn
Favourite family: the Angel gang is a family dont even try to tell me otherwise 
Favourite episodes: um so many but,,, birthday, spin the bottle, not fade away, a hole in the world/shells, you’re welcome, five by five/sanctuary, orpheus
Favourite season/book/movie: s2 prob! 
Favourite quotes: ‘if theres no great big glorious end to this, if nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do’'Lets go to work’
Best musical moment: um definitely Angel singing everybody have fun tonight or possibly darla singing 
Moment that made you fangirl/boy the hardest: fuckin all of not fade away
When it really disappointed you: what they did to cordy; an injustice on all levels 
Saddest moment: in youre welcome when Angel answers the phone at the end I cry every time 
Most well done character death: Fred. Like it was sudden and horrible but I loved the structure of the two episodes
Favourite guest star: Oz!!! Or willow
Favourite cast member: Eliza Dushku
Character you wish was still alive: like all of them… Mostly Cordy 
One thing you hope really happens: Uh the shows over and I dont personally count the comics as canon so

Most shocking twist: i feel it all Wouldve been pretty shocking if I hadnt seen so many spoilers beforehand
When did you start watching/reading?: like early last year 
Best animal/creature: uh does angel count 
Favourite location: hmm the Hyperion and maybs pylea
Trope you wish they would stop using: fucking mystical pregnancies
One thing this show/book/film does better than others: make me genuinely care about every character 
Funniest moments: SO many omg, but in blood money at that charity ball where Angel shows a video of wes stripping and Cordy practising her acting 'MM MILK’ also any scene with Angel having to engage in social interactions 
Couple you would like to see: Fred/Willow!!!
Actor/Actress you want to join the cast: i think it wouldve been cool if buffy had made a guest appearance in the later seasons and interacted with gunn! Bc theyre bffs!!!
Favourite outfit: um cordys princess outfits in pylea, freds dress in waiting in the wings!
Favourite item: gunns axe also angels broadsword hes so possessive of
Do you own anything related to this show/book/film?: hmm just the dvds, some comics, and a faith 'five by five’ t shirt if that counts 
What house/team/group/friendship group/family/race etc would you be in?: i would die to be in the Angel investigations gang (and id probably have to)
Most boring plotline: the beast arc it was so unnecessary 
Most laughably bad moment: idk why this comes to mind but just sajans (I dont know how to spell it) hair in origin is so… Like…Shiny and plastic this is random 
Best flashback/flashfoward if any: so many Angel flashbacks to choose from so Ill just go with when Freds leaving for la in a hole in the world )):
Most layered character: angel 
Most one dimensional character: i honestly dont know, Gavin????? And his love of real estate strategy
Scariest moment: a different kind of scary, but when Fred chokes up blood in a hole in the world, also anything with angelus scares the shit outta me tbh
Grossest moment: hmm any gooey demon guts moments
Best looking male: gunn
Best looking female: all of them 
Who you’re crushing on (if any): darla!
Favourite cast moment: idk
Favourite transportation: uh angels car is the only thing i can think of
Most beautiful scene (scenery/shot wise): hm I like the white room and also any of angels flashbacks
Unanswered question/continuity issue/plot error that bugs you: honestly the revelation that everything that happened to the gang was orchestrated by jasmine
Best promo: idk
At what point did you fall in love with this show/book: in 'the bachelor party’ when Angel broke through the window with his vamp face