𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚝: 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 | 𝙶𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

~Next up: Gavin x Reader ~

Requested by one of my Tumblr followers!

Warnings: None!

⭕️BEWARE OF SPOILERS⭕️

(A/N): I had to self indulge a little, life has been drab. I had this idea and couldn't get it out of me head, so here it is!

________________________________________________________________________________Oh, God. You absolutely hated this. Standing here, outside of the house of fucking Gavin Reed, you've never ever felt more helpless. It was your mothers birthday tonight, and of course you had been invited- sadly, along with your invitation she had mentioned how she really, really couldn't wait to meet that great guy you always mentioned. You hadn't told her a name, and now you're glad that you didn't because Cameron (the great guy that you always mentioned) had dumped you. When you had gotten that text, you were already in the middle of getting ready for the party. You had already confirmed your attendance, you had already promised your mother that you'd bring your boyfriend home and now he broke it off. That's how you found yourself here, on the doorstep of your least favourite co worker. The DPD had rather slim pickings- the only single folk were Connor (who was going undercover for the night with Hank), Hank (See the last point- also, he's a little too old for you), Tina (A lovely girl, but you'd promised your mother you were bringing home a guy) and, as fate has it, Gavin. So yeah. You were doing this.

"Jesus Christ, (Y/N), you just love getting yourself into predicaments." You grit your teeth as you raise one fist, and then tap on the door three short, clipped times. It's seconds later that you hear the lock click open, and then Gavin is presented to you, still in his casual work clothes of a dark grey t-shirt and some well-loved jeans. You must look absolutely ridiculous with your hair all done in your fanciest outfit. Gavin's eyebrows shot up, and then came back down in a suspicious glare.

"The fuck do you want?" Gavin leans heavily on the door frame, arms crossed in front of his chest. His grey eyes raked up and down your apparel, alighting with the faintest traces of amusement. "Why the snobby getup?" It had been approximately 30 seconds and you wanted to punch him in the teeth.

"I need your help." The words are forced out through gritted teeth, laced with reluctance and maybe even a little bit of disgust. Never in a thousand years did you see yourself coming to Gavin for help- especially in a situation like this. Even if he did agree to be your fake date for the night, there wasn't a chance that your parents would like his prickly, stuck up attitude.

"Oh?" Gavin smirked, raising one eyebrow, almost suggestively. Your face went beet red as you caught what he thought was happening.

"No- No! Gavin, I am not here to hook up with you or any shit like that! I-" You cut yourself off, sucking a deep breath to cool your fraying nerves. This was even more difficult than you had imagined. "It's my mom's birthday tonight and my date ditched me. She's expecting a guy and you're my only option." As an afterthought, just to confirm that there were zero feelings behind this, you add, "I'm not happy about it either, but I'm desperate." Gavin sat there in silence for a moment, his cool, level gaze boring into yours. At last, he shrugged.

"Do my paperwork for a month and I'll do it." He holds onto that smirk, challenging you to disagree, mocking you because he knows you can't.