A collection of oneshots and drabbles based on the wonderful game Detroit: Become Human
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You know Gavin has been stressed lately. He's been tense, and snappy, and a bit of an ass, but it happened, and you knew exactly why it was. Getting paired with an android couldn't be pleasant, especially considering his past with them. He came home from work at 8:00 pm most days, and it was currently 7:50 pm sharp. You were sat at the dining table, which was littered with candles and roses and your fanciest silverware. Despite how hard he's been on you lately, you put up with it because you loved him with your entire soul, and you weren't going to let his work stress ruin your relationship. Though tensions have been high, you think you know how you can cool them, at least for a little while.
In the center of the table was an assortment of the best food you could create with your above-average cooking skills. You weren't going to lie, you used a lot of tutorials and videos, but it was worth it to create the best steak you've ever made in your life. Alongside the perfect meat was your world-famous chocolate fondue and more fruit than you had ever seen in one place. You had done your hair and worn your most expensive clothing, now sitting at the table with the lights out, your face illuminated softly by the flickering candlelight. You heard the slam of Gavin's car door, and smiled to yourself, running your fingers gently over your head to smooth down any loose hairs, and sat up a little straighter. Your homes front door opened, and his familiar voice echoed around you.
"I'm home!" he sounded ticked off, and when you didn't answer you heard the sigh he let out, probably assuming you were already asleep like you had been before. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his keys on the small table beside the door, before the sound of his footsteps came in your direction. He turned the corner into the dining room- and froze at the sight of you. His brows furrowed confusedly, and you just smiled, standing from your seat and moving around the table to pull his chair out for him. "(Y/N), what... what's this?" you motion for him to sit down, beginning to speak as he does.
"Well, I know you've been really stressed lately, and I know you might be tired, but... I made dinner, and fondue." you take a seat on your own chair, resting your hand on the table in hopes that he'd take it in his. He glances over everything, scouring it for some sort of trick or joke. When he found none, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and he glanced up at you. His grey eyes looked warm, the candlelight fluttering against them. An electric shock skated up your body as his hand moved to rest over yours.
"Baby... you didn't have to do all this for me." his voice was softer than you'd heard it in weeks, and it soothed any nerves left frayed. You smile the same light smile on his face, and grip his hand in yours, giving it a loving squeeze.
"I know, hon, but you deserve it. Look, I made steak! I made steak!" you weren't all that great at cooking, and most times your meals were mediocre at best. Gavin was a better cook than you, but now, he looked absolutely stunned as he gazed at the food you'd prepared.
"Oh my god, it looks fuckin-" he cut himself off, clearing his throat and continuing on without the swear, "It looks amazing." you let out a chuckle and let your hands separate, dishing a steak onto both his plate and yours. You stand from your seat, picking up the fanciest bottle of wine you'd ever bought, and pouring it into the wine glasses you'd set out. Gavin is watching your every move, taking in the mere sight of you. He feels like he hasn't spent time with you in forever, and he's never been more relaxed than he is now. The thoughts of work, of his new android partner, of annoyance and rage, all of that fades away, and all is left is the thought of you. You take your seat again, and meet his gaze. "You look so perfect." he says, his smile growing, and you feel your heart flutter like it would when the two of you were younger, just falling in love.
"So do you, Gav. I love you." with one last warm smile, you both turn to your food, taking the first bite together. Gavin lets out a sigh, and with it leaves the last of his anxiety. He's perfectly content, as are you, as the two of you continue to eat, enjoying the perfect silence and the warmth offered by the flames. Dinner is eaten much too quickly, and you don't want this romantic night to end. Gavin wants it to continue as well, so soon, the both of you are in your room, in the comfiest pajamas you could find. The dishes had been left on the table to be dealt with tomorrow, and the wine had given the both of you a comfortable buzz. Gavin was exhausted, and you were growing drowsy too. Together, you both lie in bed, Gavin placing an arm around your hips as you got as close to him as possible. You buried your nose in his neck as he pulled the blankets up and around the both of you, closer to you than he had been in days. You had missed this, this closeness, this comfort. He let his chin rest on your head, and you inhaled his perfect scent. You tried to place your finger on it, but you never could- it was... something like a hard whiskey you imaged would burn your throat in the best way, and a rose with velvet-soft petals. You wished you could catch the smell in a perfume. You would wear it everywhere.
"Hey, (Y/N)?" Gavin's voice mumbled out of the blue, pulling you so gently from your slumber. His voice, his voice, it drove you crazy. Just like his smell you could never pin what exactly it was that it reminded you of, but it was perfect, like the sand on the beach and the crash of thunder. "Are you awake, baby?" he whispers into your hair, placing a chaste kiss on the crown of your head. You nod your head, and let out a hum. You feel his lips shift into a smile, and he catches your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes are tired, soft, and filled with such a warmth. Your heart skipped a beat at the mere sight of it. "I'm sorry I've been so problematic lately." his apology is one you appreciate, but didn't need. He has nothing to be sorry for. You smile, and lean forwards to lock your lips with his. He steals your breath away, and your eyes fall shut. The kiss is slow, moving in sync with one another, and it says everything you've wanted to say to him these last few weeks.
I love you.
I miss you.
It's okay.
You both pull away, breathless, and you let your head rest just beside his, noses gently brushing the others cheeks. You pressed your forehead to his, and his arm shifted to rest tighter around you. One of your hands traveled to rest on his cheek momentarily, brushing at the stubble he'd forgotten to shave.
"I love you, (Y/N)." he said, near silent. You smile, and snuggle impossibly closer.
