#aerin.tagspeak is also fairly accurate rn but i also don't wanna spam that tag w/ this long post atm fjjdjfjf

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

❥ Present

Pairing: Gavin x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, est. relationship, suggestive

Warnings: cheesy domestic fluff, self indulgent, & pg13 for suggestive content ??

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: The past is gone, no future mistakes, but in this moment, your present awaits.

✎ A/N: I'm aware that it is now October and that Gavin's birthday was back in July but.. the inspiration for this came in the form of a lame joke/idea and I couldn't resist. Initially just wanted to write out a rough outline but.. it somehow turned into a oneshot.. which explains why it's so rushed and short and messy,, Just hoping my first contribution to the fandom wasn't too shabby 😔👉🏻👈🏻 Tried to keep it gender neutral and with minimal detail to have it be as inclusive as I could, but my apologies if that didn't work out too well,,, Also I'm on mobile atm so I'll add the Read More function once I can get to my laptop! 🙏🏻

It was Gavin's birthday, and we were celebrating at his apartment; the small, cozy atmosphere making for a more intimate and personal celebration. Perfect for the relaxing evening I had in store for my wonderful boyfriend. Gavin is always busy with work, whether it's an STF mission or paperwork, the man hardly gets a minute to himself. They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, so I prepared a home-cooked dinner to welcome him after yet another long day.

Hearing the front door unlock, I turned off the stove that had been keeping the food warm for his arrival, and made my way over to greet him.

"Welcome home, my love. Happy birthday." The tiredness evident on his body, and yet, with that seemingly infinite amount of strength of his, managed to lift me up in his embrace. Only after exchanging a brief kiss did he finally put me down to speak.

"Something smells delicious," Gavin begins, burying his face into my hair, "and the food smells great too." I can't hold back the laugh he pulls from me, our reactions to one another too natural to suppress.

"Food's ready, if you want to go get changed into comfortable while I set the table." Sensing his hesitance, I give his butt a light smack. "Go on, as hot as you look in that uniform, I doubt they'd be keen on you getting birthday dinner all over it." He grumbles but agrees, giving my hand a light squeeze before trotting over to his room.

As soon as I'm done setting everything on the table, Gavin emerges from his room, and even in simple attire, I can't help but fawn over him. Despite the numerous injuries evident, which I'll nag him for another time, he looks soft, ethereal. Fresh from the shower and smelling like heaven. And though it wouldn't be a stretch to call my flying boyfriend an angel, he always insists otherwise. Breaking from my trance, we take our seats across from one another, making small talk as we eat through it all.

Leaning back in my seat, I smile at Gavin whose  bangs ruffle as he stretches his arms overhead. For as much of a man as he is now, there's no denying that sleepy boyishness present. He insists to do the dishes since I cleaned, but I refuse to let him do so tonight, reminding him of his birthday as he his lower lip juts out in a pout.

"Gavin, look, if you want to help me out, why don't you bring out the cake so we can have dessert?" His reply comes in the form of a warm backhug, and a nose pressed into the side of my neck.

Reaching over to pick up the nearly forgotten velvet off the floor, I open it towards him almost shyly, pulling out his ring and motioning for his hand. "I love you so much, happy birthday Gavin." A kiss. A cold ring sliding onto a rough finger.

"But I've got dessert right here," he teases. And when I tense in response, I can feel his smirk against my skin, proud of himself for evoking a reaction from his words alone.

"Down boy," I chuckle, turning my head to press my cheek to his. "We have plenty of time for fun after you unwrap your gift." The wink I shot back at him must have left his imagination stewing, and this time I'm the one wearing the Cheshire grin.

Leading him back to the table for cake, Gavin blows out his candles and cuts the cake, but not before finding the time to slash some icing onto my nose.

"Hey!" A weak whine leaves me, but the complaint dies in my throat. Gavin's infectious laughter doesn't let me stay mad for long.. as if I could ever stay mad at him. Childishness ensues in the form of stealing from each other's plates and decorating one another with icing. It was refreshing to see him so carefree, usually shouldering the weight of the world on his shoulders. But the birthday surprises weren't over just yet.

"If you've had your fill of cake.. are you ready to move on?" He tilts his head, looking more lit a wolf pup than a puppy, but still adorable all the same. Shifting from my seat besides his, Gavin's warm gaze never breaks from me, surreptitiously taking in all the details of my outfit as I smooth out a wrinkle on my shirt.

"I've had my cake and eaten it too," I try to ignore the hunger in his eyes as he speaks, knowing more cake wouldn't be enough to satiate it, "and you're telling me there's still more?" His eyes wander over to a blue box topped with a white bow, wondering how and when that got there. Nothing escapes officer Bai, well, not unless his love is in the vicinity, then his brain turns to mush. Angling his head back to face me with one hand, I bring his attention as I speak up.

"Well, that's your gift, but there's also your present." Trying my best not to fumble over my words, I brace myself, hoping he'll like this part of his gift.

"My present?" Gavin's brows furrow slightly, and before my brain can even register the action, my fingers are already attempting to soothe the crease in his forehead.

"I'm your present!" I lamely choke out, before my voice grows softer, "...and part of your past. But what I'd like most of all, is to be part of your future as well."

"Are you.. proposing to me right now?"

"Kind of?" I grin sheepishly, pulling out a small box with matching rings. "Rather, it's a set of promise rings. I promise to love and cherish you, married or not. You're the light of my life, the wind beneath my wings, and the warmth through the nights. So.. will you accept?" Unable to look up at him for a moment, I play with the strands of ribbon adording the velvet casing, until his silence becomes too much.

And though I knew he'd likely pretend it wasn't the case, the water I noticed along his lashline was unmistakable. Did I..? Is he crying right now? Please don't tell me I just made Gavin cry on his birthday!

"Thank you," he says, pulling me onto his lap to repeatedly press kisses into the side of my face and neck, all the while I could feel the smile that never left his lips. "This is the best present I've ever had," Gavin murmurs against my own, just before capturing them in a slow, passionate kiss. We stay like that for a time, with me in his lap on the dining room chair, my arms lazily draped over his shoulders as his arms around my waist and in my hair position me as he pleases. Somewhere in the midst I'd managed to drop the box, long forgotten in the haze of our professed tangle of emotions.

I knew there would never be someone as perfect for me as Gavin, that no one could ever hold a candle to just how much I loved this man. And I doubted anyone could ever love me as strongly and dearly as he loves me. This man who patiently waited since high school, heart only at ease once we reunited years later, seemingly in disbelief as how naturally we fell together. If only he knew I loved him just the same, but no matter, I've got a lifetime ahead to show him just that.

Languidly pulling away, a thin string keeps our separated lips still connected, the aftermath of that searing passion still lingering close enough to touch. Those amber eyes that always seem to glow in my presence smile at me along with his now red, swollen lips, before he rests his forehead against mine.

It is said that the eyes are the window to the soul, and the warmth pooling in his eyes made it obvious beyond a doubt of his emotions. The typically stoic officer who wore his heart on his sleeve, and that same look has broken my composure many times over. Surprising him with affection always brought that beautiful flush to his cheeks, making it irresistible to continue to do so, even now.

"How did I ever get so lucky?" Gavin whispers to no one in particular.

"Honestly, I should be the one asking that," a thousand-watt smile beams his way, and Gavin seemingly squints from the brightness of it all. His hands squeeze my hips, whether to make sure I was real or to feel me up was to be debated, but one thing was for sure.

"I love you too." Another kiss. And the many more that followed as he slipped the matching ring onto my own.

"By all means," I gesture to the box on the coffee table, only for him to shake his head, disheveled hair sticking up at odd ends as he does so.

Gavin was always more of an "actions speak louder than words" kind of guy, and right now, I was on the receiving end of it all. I was feeling lightheaded, up in the clouds, though I doubt the one drink with dinner was to blame. The sheer force and love in Gavin's kiss had me absolutely drunk off his affection. Leave it to him to try to please others even on the day you try to celebrate the man in question.

"Can I unwrap my present now?" his voice comes out in a throaty rasp, still out of breath from the many kisses we shared.

"I wasn't talking about my gift, darling," his hands slide up my back to tug at my hair gently, teeth scraping lightly over my neck before curling into something mischievous. "Can I unwrap my present now?" And it isn't until then that it hits. He's referring to me.

I can only find myself parroting the same response I'd given him earlier, too breathless, but not just from his kiss, this time it's his very eyes that have me enraptured. Warm amber molded into liquid gold, and the flash in their depths is the last thing I see before I'm hoisted over his shoulder. Glad to see some things never change.

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