ONESHOTS ⊳ gavin reed x reader

[Snowfalls to lift the mood]

Not a request.

In which Gavin doesn't think very highly of himself. You know just the thing to lift his mood.

You found the bed empty, and the clock on your nightstand displaying 2 AM in glowing, red numbers.

Immediately jumping to your feet, running your hands through your hair as you padded through Gavin's apartment, nothing but the sound of your feet creaking against the cold wooden floor. Your boyfriend was nowhere to be found.

You started off by looking for him in the bathroom, following that up with the living room, and finally, the kitchen.

And that was where you found him: staring out the window absentmindedly, still in his pajamas, but with that leather jacket he always wore draped across his shoulders. The air was chilly, and you saw snow falling outside. Thick cigarette smoke was dissolving into the thin, cold winter air above him.

"Gav?" You asked, voice raspy and slow, still tranquilized by the aftermaths of sleep.

His shoulders tensed as he rushed to put out his cigarette by crushing it against the windowsill.

"(Y/n)." He stated, taking a deep breath before looking at you over his shoulder. "What, uh, what are you doing here?"

You knew of his late night thinking sessions - he had admitted to being an insomniac after your seventh or eighth date. But you had never actually witnessed one of said events, not even after two months of living together. This was a first.

"I found the bed empty and wanted to check on you. Are you alright?"

You could see him bite his lip before turning away from you, mumbling one of his classic 'phk'-sounds under his breath.

"Guess I needed to think." He admitted, voice sounding somehow strangled. "You should go back to sleep."

"Well, I'm already here." You mumbled and moved to stand beside him, propping your elbows against the windowsill, mimicking his position. "So can I join?"

Gavin only smiled fondly and shrugged off his jacket. He draped it over the two of you so that it covered half of your back and half of his.

You cuddled against his side, staring at the peaceful snowfall outside. Many argued that summer was the most beautiful season, but winter...winter was so much more than that. Especially in Detroit, where the usually grey streets got changed into an angelic, pure white, with the neon lights of the city reflected against the virginal surface.

You heard Gavin sigh beside you, a small cloud of steam rising from between his lips. Which reminded you...

"Why were you smoking?"

"That's um, the snell is because of the neighbor from below. He smoked here just a minute before you c-"

You picked up the residue of his cigarette from the windowsill and presented it to him with a cheeky grin. "You'd think being a detective would make you better at hiding evidence."

"Sorry." Gavin sighed once again. "I know I promised I'd quit. It's just...ugh, phck." He avoided your gaze, staring at the streets outside as he seemed to be thinking, looking for a better way to word his next sentence.

"Hey, don't beat yourself up over it." You took his hand in yours and intertwined your fingers, then rested them on the windowsill. Your boyfriend gave your palm a soft squeeze before letting go. "Quitting stuff like that was never easy."

"Still, I mean...there's no excuse. You don't deserve this kind of shit." He bit his bottom lip, still not daring to look at you.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not everything I was trying to be." He admitted, running a hand through his hair and grunting before rambling on. "And you deserve someone that is. Someone that's not an asshole, and that stays true to what they promise, and that's actually successful in whatever the fuck they're doing. Someone that can offer you more. Not some sad loser that only-"

"Gav." You spoke up, interrupting him. "I chose you, okay? I know I can't change the way you see yourself, but you're not what you think you are. Not to me."

His brows furrowed deeply before he turned to look at you, biting his lip as soon as he did. "Holy shit, stop."

"Stop what?"

"Stop always saying the right thing." Gavin placed his fingers under your chin, tilting up your face. His intense gray eyes watched yours for a few seconds before moving downwards to stare at your mouth. Tentatively, he brushed his thumb over your lower lip. "Fuuck, what did I ever do to deserve you?"

"This isn't about deserving." You put your hand over his, tracing a over a scar on the back of his knuckles you already knew far too well. "I love you and it's as simple as that."

He went silent for a few seconds, his lips parted as he processed your words. Gavin's eyes could only focus on the floor as his cheeks saturated with a soft red.

"Shut up, that's so cheesy." He said with an amused huff, then wrapped his arms around your waist. His jacket fell off the both of you as he pulled you closer. Your hands were cold, and you instinctively placed them on his chest, warming them with the heat that radiated through the old shirt he wore.

Gavin's breath fanned your lips before you closed your eyes and slid your hands up his collarbone and neck, cold against his warm skin. A soft tremor went through his body at the temperature. Finally, your hands reached the back of his nape, burying themselves in his hair. You pulled him even closer, if that was humanly possible, so that the tip of your nose brushed against his.

Your boyfriend was more impatient than you, feverishly pressing his lips against yours only seconds after. He didn't waste any time in his approach, nibbling your bottom lip softly. He tasted like tap water and cigarettes, with a soft touch of coffee.

Gavin was greedy for contact, and you were more than willing to provide: placing one hand on his cheek to stroke it with your thumb, burying the other in his hair to pull at it lightly, and finally, hooking one leg around his hips. Gavin grabbed the end of your thigh to hold you against himself, his hips starting to rock against you languidly.

The last bit of air from your lungs drained at his movements, leaving you no other choice but to break the kiss. Thankfully, your boyfriend wasn't doing much better either, his breath ragged and fast.

"Hey, Gav?" You spoke up, your fluttering lashes tickling his cheek as you blinked dreamily.

"Mm?" He asked, his voice low and raspy.

"Wanna go outside and have a snowball fight?" Taken aback by the question, his brows furrowed as he analyzed your face to find out if you were joking or not. Upon realizing that you were serious, a devilish grin found its way onto his lips.

"Hell yeah."

The super talented mcvibe007 did some fanart of this oneshot, and I'm just??? Speechless?? Thank you so much, love♥️