Gavin x RK900 (ONESHOTS)

Collection of Prompts 2

Just a little filler here while I try to think of another oneshot to make lol
All prompts came from Tumblr
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Conan let out a disgruntled sigh, rummaging through the drawers of his desk, unable to find the item he was searching for. The item in question? A bag.

It was Conan's birthday and everyone in the precinct had given him a present, so he had a lot of boxes to take home with him, but he had no way to transport them easily without a bag. He thought he had one or two somewhere around his desk but it seemed like he didn't.

Conan looked over at Gavin, who was leaning back in his chair, feet up on his desk and on his phone, as usual.

"Detective? Do you have a bag I can borrow?" Conan asked politely, hoping he would. Gavin looked over with no emotion.

"The only bags I have are the ones under my eyes, and they're specifically designed to carry the burden of my existence," Gavin said in a tone that implied what just came out of his mouth was a normal thing to say, which it wasn't. Conan blinked,

"...literally all you had to do was say no," He said, slightly confused and slightly concerned.
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Gavin looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting his hair a bit and straightening his shirt out. Conan had asked him out on a date, and Gavin wanted to make sure he looked his best.

Gavin was about to make a quick coffee before leaving to meet Conan, until his phone rang. It was Conan.

"What's up, tincan?"

"So.. I can't make it tonight," Conan sighed, sounding troubled.

"How come?" Gavin asked, slightly annoyed he'd gone through all this effort to get ready just for their plans to be cancelled.

"I.. uh.. may have been stabbed just now.." Conan mumbled. Gavin stayed quiet for a moment while trying to process this. He sighed and rubbed his temple.

"Only you would try to politely cancel plans while bleeding thirium everywhere. Hold on, I'll call an ambulance." Gavin hung up the call and dialled 911.
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Gavin leaned back in his chair and sighed, he was absolutely overloaded with work. He needed a coffee. Badly.

He got up and slouched his way over to the break room, getting a mug out of the cupboard and starting up the machine. Across the break room he could see Hank and Conan talking, something looked weird though, it wasn't normal talking... wait... were they flirting?!?

Gavin felt jealousy boil up inside of him, glaring over at the two who didn't notice him. Connor entered the break room and frowned when he saw the sour expression on Gavin's face.

"Are you okay, Detective Reed? You're very quiet," Connor asked, concern in his voice. Gavin never took his eyes off of Hank and Conan.

"Nobody plans a murder out loud."
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Gavin's biggest regret was allowing Hank and Connor to teach Conan about memes. Every day Conan would say something that caught him completely off guard, which would also cause him to glare at the other two who would be laughing their heads off.

Today was one of those days.

Gavin woke up at 3:24am to his phone going off, a text message from Conan. He sighed and opened it up, squinting as the bright light of the screen blinded him. As soon as he could see again, he read the message. Then he read it again. And again. What the fuck.

Tincan   3:24am
"why was i cursed with all of the dummy and none of the thicc"

Gavin     3:26am
"Conan wtf"
"I hope you know this has now scarred me for life"

Tincan    3:27am
"Good"
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