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overwatchshotz · 5 years

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Random Reyes x f!reader

The Commander was driving the car back to headquarters, Mccree laying out in the back while Y/N sat shot gun. "Yo Boss, am I the only one hungry?" Jesse said opening the window slightly open so the smell of his cigar wouldnt bother his female team mate. "Yeah. I could go for some food right about now." Gabe said. They just went to a long briefing on their new findings on Maximillian. Too long in Jesse's and Y/N's opinion, while Gabe was use to the lengthy briefings. "Y/N , you want something? My treat." The commander said. "Uh sure. Whatever you get I'll have the same." She blushed.

"Hey now, how come you never treat me commander?" Jesse asked offended. "Unlike you, she actually listens Jesse." Gabe rolled his eyes as he pulled into a fast food drive thru. "More like you actually want a bite out of her..Ow!" Jesse hissed when Gabe's hand went back and hit him. Y/N awkwardly stared out her window. Her heart skipping a beat, it was no secret that she and the Commander made eyes at eachother sometimes but neither would actually go beyond that. She was his subordinate after all.

When it was their turn to go to the speaker to order, the voice that greeted them was very distorted. Y/N looked at her Commander and he looked at her, "How the hell have they been taking orders?" He asked. She sighed, and unbuckled her seat belt, she crawled to Gabe's side she was kneeling on his lap, but half her upper body was out the window. Gabe had a very good view of her rear end and had to resist the urge to run his hand on it.

She opened the speaker box and looked at their wiring it was old and fried. "Knife please." She said. Jesse passed his from his window "Here ya go darlin." He said. "Thank you kindly" she said. She cut two different wires and used the gum in her mouth to connect the different wires together again and then shut the box. Putting herself back in the car and back in her seat passing the knife to Jesse.

"Hello, can I take your order?" The speaker sounded clear. Gabe looked at Y/N impressed. She blushed, covering her face with her hands to hide it. He smirked and turned to make the order "Yeah, can I get 2 number 8s and a..." Jesse said "Number 5 and with a large chocolate shake." Gabe nodded "A number 5 with 2 large chocolate shakes, Y/N what shake you want?" "(Your favorite flavor) please" she said. Gabe finished the order. "Okay your order comes out to $34.68 drive up to the next window thank you so much." The worker said sweetly.

"I still wonder how they took orders this whole time." Gabe said as he drove to the next window taking out his wallet. "Could be it was one sided. Like they could hear us but we couldnt understand them" Y/N said. "Could be, but we should get this food free since you fixed their box." Jesse said sitting up now.

As the employee opened their window, giving the fakest smile ever, the 3 in the car couldn't blame employee, dealing with people all day and some hangry people was tough, Gabe gave a kind smile as he handed his debit card over. When the employee gave the card back they said "Thank you so much just drive up to the next window." "Thanks" he said going ahead now.

"So what are we going to do when we get back boss?" Jesse asked looking at his phone. "You two are free for the rest of the day while I have to make some calls, lucky you..." Gabe sighed. "I can do the calls for you, I have the notes and everything to give the updates to the Strike Commander." Y/N said. Gabe's hand went to her thigh "Thanks but I got it" he gave a slight pat before returning his hand to the wheel. She wanted his hand back on her lap. But with Jesse there she had to behave.

"Should I leave you two alone?" Jesse teased. "When I was about to tell you, you didn't have to pay me back for the food...you had to go and mess that up." Gabe said. Jesse laughed, Y/N had that awkward feeling again as now she couldnt look at the Commander anymore, she looked anywhere but him. Gabe wanted to punch Jesse, he sometimes played around too much. He opened his window as he saw their food coming. "Here you go, enjoy!" The other employee said with smile. Handing their drinks and food over. "Thank you." Gabe said taking the order, Y/N helping hold the tray of shakes, handing Jesse one, Gabe with one hand drove to a parking spot to dig in the bag to give Jesse his food.

"I'll eat back at base." Y/N said not wanting to eat infront of her crush. "You sure?" Gabe asked. "Aw come on now sweet pea, ain't nothing to be shy about." Jesse said. "Its not that, I just get a little car sick so I dont want to reenact the exorcist." Y/N chuckled.

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Back at headquarters, Jesse went on his way to go into a food coma. Y/N stood beside the Commander as they waved their farewell to the cowboy. "Commander Reyes I really wish you'd let me make those calls for you. You haven't slept in 72 hours...." Y/N said looking at him. "I'm fine." He said. "You aren't, I noticed it in your driving. Your eyes were taking very long blinks." She said. He smirked, "I dont want to hear Jack's mouth if I let you make the call for me." "I'll handle Morrison." She said, he chuckled "You'll handle Jack? I'll pay to see that." "I think you treating me to food is good enough payment. I'm making the calls, you go get some sleep." She smiled.

"Is that an Order?" He asked. And for one moment, she didnt care for if she could get in serious trouble for this, but with a firm grip of his vest she pulled him to lean close to her, surprisingly he wasn't resisting, could be the fact he was exhausted, she pressed her lips to his in a sweet kiss before letting him go taking her shake he was holding for her "Yes, sweet dreams Commander Reyes." She said walking away.

He had a smile on his face as he pressed his finger tips to his lips now going to the direction of his living quarters. He couldnt go to sleep now, he wanted to kiss her more. Perhaps tomorrow he would call her to his office for a check in about the calls she made for him and reward her for her hard work. He chuckled as he got to his quarters, perhaps he should treat her to food more often.

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Hope you enjoyed, sorry it was short. More to come soon, and Gif does not belong to me.

#gabriel reyes x reader #gabriel reyes #reaper overwatch #reaper x reader #overwatch

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elapsed-spiral · 5 years

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Mark Means Business - First Chapter! (M/M gay comedy “romance” novel)

I may have already mentioned(!) but I wrote a book! Here’s the first chapter for anyone interested in checking it out. Warnings for explicit language and content (in ch 2). If you like what you read, search for “Mark Means Business” on Amazon to read chapter two for free as well!

If you’re a fan of funny but awful characters and shows like It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia, Black Books and Bojack Horseman, Mark Means Business might be what you’re looking for. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Simon

(Wednesday Afternoon)

The crowd roars.

The stage lights cook him until sweat is dripping off his clammy chin.

Girls make desperate grabs at his legs, their make-up streaked from sobbing his name.

He grabs the microphone stand, metal hot in his palm, opens his mouth and-

“Ground control to Geoff, come in Geoff.”

“Who’s Geoff?” Simon looks up, his arms still buried in the rack of floral nightgowns.

“You are,” Leah says, “according to your name badge.”

“Oh, yeah, I left mine at home.”

“Least you’re not Ethel today.”

He makes a point of straightening the badge. Leah ignores him in favour of judging his progress tidying the nightgowns.

“You remember how to count, yeah?” she asks. “School’s not that long ago.”

“I got distracted.”

“You’re not winning employee of the month any time soon, Pratt.”

“Lucky they don’t have that here.” He yanks a few size 8s from the middle and shoves them to the front of the display. “S’your fault for showing me up.”

“It’d be pretty bloody stupid, slacking off when I’m gonna be a graduate manager.”

“See, this is why you went to uni, Leah.” He wags a rogue hanger for emphasis. “You’ve got that wisdom.”

“Cheek of you, giving your future boss lip.”

“Could we keep dating if you were my boss? Isn’t that like an abuse of power or something?”

“It’s Paul and Tompkins lingerie department Si, not the army. Reckon we’re fine.” She bats his arm away before he’s got it halfway around her waist, grabs the hanger and gives him a whack. “Back to work, slacker.”

“Yes boss.” He diligently reorders more nightgowns while she picks up a pair of stray knickers and slips them back in their pack. It’s not long before he feels his thoughts stray.

She shoots him a sidelong look. “What?”

“I was thinking about the gig.”

“Course you were. Tonight the night? Think any record labels will have caught wind of it?”

He gives the nightgowns an unnecessarily rough shove to make more room on the rail.

“A boy can dream.”

“Dream being the keyword.” She purses her lips like she’s tasted something sour. “Simon-”

“Oi, no negativity,” he says. “I’m all about visualising success nowadays. Visualise your goals and they’ll happen, right? That’s what New Age people do.”

“New Age people?” He knows he’s lost her from the way her words start dragging.

“Yeah, like Madonna and that.” He follows her gaze and spots a leather jacketed figure across the aisle flicking squirrely looks around, arm clasped over a bulging shopping bag. Simon and Leah exchange a knowing look.

“Think I’ll go and check if that customer needs any assistance,” Leah says.

Simon sidles over to the thermal vests to keep in earshot, resisting the urge to turn and watch proceedings.

“Can I help?” Simon clamps his mouth shut to keep from snorting at Leah’s sunny tone.

“Yeah. Looking for some lingerie.” The stranger’s accent is Northern, though Simon’s clueless as to where.

“For a special lady, I assume?” Leah asks a little mockingly. Simon disguises a laugh with a cough.

“Let’s start with her,” the stranger says. “I can always come back for something skimpy for me next payday, eh Leah?”

She gives a surprised laugh. “What sort of thing does she like?”

The stranger clicks his tongue in thought. “Red ‘n’ racy.”

“Paul and Tompkins’s probably not your best bet. We do have some nice silky sets in at the moment, though.”

Simon shuffles further right as they head towards the silk and lace collection behind him. He hears the snick of hangers on a rail.

“What size is she?” Leah asks.

“I’d say about your size-”

Simon spins around before the words have left the stranger’s mouth. He registers waist length black hair and a battered leather jacket, boots and jeans, all in black. Sharp brown eyes narrow with amusement in a square face dominated by a Roman nose. After a quick glance at his name badge, the man returns Simon’s look keenly.

“You alright, Geoff?” Roman Nose asks faux politely.

Simon feels his nostrils flare. Leah looks ready to make a warning grab for his arm but he sidesteps her, stomping closer to the man.

“What’s in your bag?” Roman Nose opens his mouth, evidently ready to bullshit, but Simon plows on. “You planning to buy that lot?” He jerks his head at the till bank. “Lemme show you where you can pay.”

“How kind.”

“Just an oversight, shoving it all in your bag like that, yeah?”

“Absolutely.” Roman Nose darts looks between Simon and Leah, grin growing. “Flirting with your girlfriend though? Totally intentional.”

Simon can’t track what happens next. Leah growls a protest as he launches himself at Roman Nose’s retreating back. Roman Nose’s boots squeak on the lino as he legs it to the back exit. Threatening to wind himself on a stand of night cream, Simon barrels after him, ignoring Leah’s warning yells and the gasps from old dears browsing the tights display. His knee starts twinging when he gets onto the rain soaked street, but he sets his teeth against the pain, spots a trail of abandoned thongs and follows them into Soho.

He turns into a side street and sees Roman Nose in the distance, legs akimbo as he pounds down the pavement, splashing through puddles.

“Oi!” Simon yells. Roman Nose accelerates. “Oi, crackhead! I’m talking to you!”

Simon sucks in a breath and imagines he’s tearing down a football pitch, ignoring how his polyester trousers chafe. Roman Nose leads them into an alleyway littered with abandoned pint glasses and cigarette butts. He closes the distance as Roman Nose staggers to a halt.

The man offers him an unnervingly broad grin as he struggles for breath. “M’more of a whizz man, actually.”

Simon makes to charge at him when Roman Nose yanks a silky black bra out of his bag, winding his arm back as though ready to lob it. Simon instinctively flinches and Roman Nose starts laughing like a stalling, chuntering engine.

“Well, that doesn’t bode well for the lovely Leah, does it?” Roman Nose asks.

Simon stomps to a halt inches from the man, eyes threatening to cross with the proximity. “You fancy a slap?”

“Always,” Roman Nose says. The sour tang of unbrushed teeth and stale alcohol wafts hot on Simon’s face. He takes an instinctive step back but returns Roman Nose’s intent stare. “Anyone’d think you were having fun.”

His jaw clenches. “What?”

“Nice being outside, in’t it, getting some air. Lovely and fresh after the rain too, really shifts the piss smell.” Roman Nose jerks his head towards the end of the alleyway. “You done much exploring in Soho? Heartily recommend checking out the girls off Brewer Street, they give great massages.” Simon can hear the air quotes. “Leah might give you a bollocking for that though, eh Si?”

The name makes his stomach twist. He thins his mouth to keep from asking how the man knows his name and looks at his bulging shopping bag instead. Roman Nose clutches the handles.

“Think you’ve gone above and beyond the call of duty, Si.” The man takes a few swaggering steps backwards down the alleyway. “Stay out any longer and your boss might reckon you’re slacking off. We can’t have that.”

“Who the fuck’re you?”

Roman Nose’s eyes crease in apparent delight.

“Me? I’m an absolute bastard. Anyway,” the man wafts a dismissive hand, “off you fuck, back to tidying nighties. I’m late for taking over the world. Toodle loo!” Roman Nose gives him a quick, puckered air kiss before spinning around and charging away.

Simon catches himself before he can go pelting after him, glowering at the spot Roman Nose had occupied, while waiting for his heart to stop thudding.

Swallowing against the dryness in his mouth, Simon blinks hard to try and clear his thoughts before retracing his steps. He stoops to collect each abandoned thong and bra he encounters, pointedly ignoring the baffled looks he gets from people on their fag breaks as he loops them over one wrist.

When he reaches P&Ts, he turns and studies the street one last time before heading inside, forehead furrowed hard enough to risk bringing on a headache. He slopes over to the fitting rooms to grab some spare hangers and starts rehanging everything while events cycle in his head like an action replay.

“Took your time. Burying the body?”

He jumps despite himself, recovering quickly by plastering a smile on his face. Leah takes in the bras and pants hooked over his arm.

“Was that everything he took?” she asks.

“No, he legged it. He said some proper shit.”

“What shit?”

Simon flounders, struck by how ridiculous their conversation will sound. “Just, shit. Total twat, definitely high.”

Leah takes the remaining underwear from his wrist and deftly hangs it.

“Well you defended P&Ts’ honour and that’s what counts.”

“Getting employee of the month for that.” Simon thinks about going for a kiss but can readily imagine the telling off it’ll get him.

“If they had that here,” she says. “You’re due on tills y’know? I told Pauline you were having toilet troubles to buy you time.”

He grimaces. “Why’d you go with that and not stories of my heroics?”

“Cause I thought it was funny, Pratt,” she smirks as she struts away. “Like you thought that poem you wrote in the school toilets was funny: Leah Colman is properly fit, she’s got a great pair of double D-” She quickly jerks one bra up to chest height.

“Oi, that was Ryan! You know I’m crap at lyrics.”

She scoffs as she disappears into the thicket of bra stands.

Simon feels the last of the adrenaline seeping out of his system as he sidles over to the tills. After returning Pauline’s sympathetic grimace, he logs himself onto one and lets his gaze settle on middle distance. Time moves in fits and starts, speeding up when customers materialise and slowing glacially when the shop floor empties. He mentally stacks his wages in ten pence increments as the minutes tick by, then stacks the pennies until they’re pounds, until he’s paid for his day’s tube travel. He imagines what he’ll spend the rest on: pints with Ryan, a nice meal with Leah, a day out in Southend.

Roman Nose smirks, inches from his face.

Simon shoves the thought aside in favour of imagining where he’ll be a year from now. He makes a concentrated effort to visualise some possibility that doesn’t involve singing to a packed Wembley Arena. As though in protest, his brain offers him the opposite: laid on a creeper under someone’s clapped out Ford Mondeo in his dad’s garage, straining to hear the radio over the sound of pneumatic tools.

Roman Nose looks so smackably amused. Amused by Simon, by his polyester trousers, shirt and name badge.

Like clockwork, Pauline’s ankles start swelling mid-afternoon so Simon offers to hold down the fort while she takes a walk around the department. He waits until she’s out of earshot before tapping rhythms on the counter edge. His brow knits as he drums, breath held in anticipation of crafting something new and novel. He hums along, fingers twitchy with excitement as he convinces himself he’s concocting something new, only to realise seconds later that he’s remembering a Heaven 17 tune. By the time Pauline’s returned, he’s back to daydreaming about sweating under spotlights, but the girls in the audience are laughing not cheering, their voices gravelly and chuntering.

Leah does the honours of locking up when closing time finally arrives. Simon pulls off Geoff’s name badge and chucks it back in the spares box. He sits on the counter, swinging his feet while Leah diligently trots around the shop floor, locking tills, closing fitting rooms and bidding everyone a good evening. When she’s done, she collects him like he’s a dog tied up outside a corner shop and they grab their bags from the locker room.

“D’you need to get your coursework done before the gig?” he asks.

“Nah, I’ve finished with assignments now.” She leads the way down Wardour Street, luckily avoiding the route he’d sprinted earlier.

“Doctor Colman.”

“It’s a Business Management undergrad degree Si, not quite.”

The nickname sends his thoughts back to wet alleyways and waist length hair. Leah gives him a look while they wait at the traffic lights on Shaftesbury Avenue.

“You’ve got a face like thunder.”

Simon slaps on a smile. “Sorry, m’mind drifted.”

“You still thinking about that bloke?”

He winces at the accuracy of her mind reading. “A bit, I guess. He was such a weirdo.”

“Must’ve been, to distract you from thinking about your gig. Sorry, I mean visualising it,” she corrects, playfully bumping her hip against his.

He tries not to dwell on her choice of words - his gig, not their gig - knowing full well he doesn’t want to know her reasons.

“I think I’ve seen him before,” she says, jolting him from his thoughts.

“What, at P&Ts?”

“No, somewhere else.” Her face scrunches with thought before she huffs out a breath. “Can’t remember, bet it’ll come to me later.”

“Definitely got a face you’d remember. Face only a mother could love.” Leah makes to give Simon his customary peck goodbye at the ticket barrier. “Aren’t you coming back wimme to Barking?”

“No, I’ll meet you there,” she says.

“Why? If you’re done with studying, what’re you doing?”

“Packing, what else?”

“Didn’t your landlord agree that you could stay in your flat a little longer?”

“No, they’ve already got a new tenant lined up so I’ve gotta be out by next Monday.”

“But your new flat isn’t available yet, where’re you gonna go?”

“I dunno yet. It’s only a week, I’ll stay in a hostel if I really have to. Me and Fiona are asking around on the scheme to see if anyone’s got a spare sofa.”

“That new landlord’s given you a right run-around,” he mutters.

“Not a lot I can do about it, is there? I’ve already signed the lease.”

“You could end it and move back home, it’d save you some money.”

“You can’t just end it, that’s not how leases work.”

“Well, when it expires then.”

“I’ll be making way more money when I start on the scheme,” Leah says, “I don’t need to move back home. Hayley moved into my old room, anyway, she’d have a fit if I asked for it back.”

“We’d get more time together if you moved back to Barking.”

“We’d get more time together if you moved in closer.”

“I can’t afford that, just working at P&Ts, my mum’d never let it drop.”

“So you need to come up with somewhere else to work, don’t you?” she says, tone getting tetchy. “Dream bigger or dream smaller, New Age Man.”

“Alright, alright, just don’t leave it too late, getting to Barking, we’re on at nine thirty.”

“I know, you’ve only said ten times today.”

“Sure you can’t just come now?”

“Simon, all I need to do is have a shower and slap some make up on. It’s not like I need to practice, I barely do anything, you’re the one doing all the singing and playing.”

“Not all of it.”

“Most of it. I better get going, I’ll see you later. Wear the gold suit, you haven’t worn it in a while.”

Leah gives his hand a quick squeeze before heading for the Bakerloo platform.

“Yes boss,” Simon says, saluting her retreating back.

He waits for the Upminster service to pull into the platform, drops onto a worn, lumpy seat and does his best to imagine the future, looking at the darkened window of the tube train like he’s crystal ball gazing. His own weary face stares blankly back.

#Mark Means Business #gay romance #gay comedy #gay comedy romance #original fiction #apologies for the formatting #Tumblr not a fan of indents

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skyemiles · 6 years

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Just wanted to give some perspective on the renewal and scheduling of the Blacklist in January.

1. Sony has been struggling with its entertainment division and there were even rumors that it would be sold. Instead, Sony replaced key executives, including those that negotiate deals with the Networks. 2. It was reported that Sony was asking for higher license fees and the Networks were not biting. 3. Out of the 7 Sony shows that were currently airing, only 4 shows were renewed. The Good Doctor, Goldbergs, SWAT and Blacklist. Sony struggled negotiating deals with all Networks. Timless is only unknown but it is most likely cancelled. 4. Sony struggled with NBC because it tried to package 4 shows together. Blacklist, Timeless, LA Finest and another pilot. NBC really only wanted Blacklist if it could get a larger piece of the pie. It already had 25% and now has 50%. Blacklist may struggle in the ratings, but it has a huge $2M per episode Netflix deal and very profitable international sales. NBC wants part of it. 5. Sony tried to get Blacklist on Mondays at 9/10, but NBC already made deals with WB for Manifest and Blindspot. Manifest looks to be the best pilot out of the bunch. So the delays in negotiating and the WBs willingness to deal left Blacklist with very little options schedule wise. 6. Blacklist gets a 22-episode renewal and we get a season with no hiatus. Blacklist lost momentum this season because of the constant breaks. Now Blacklist just needs to perform in the high .8s to get another renewal. 7. Many shows have gone to Friday and lasted 2 or more seasons. Heck Grimm finished out on Friday. 8. Blacklist is supposed to end in 7th season. So it seems logical for Blacklist to go to Friday since it has struggled in the ratings. 9. The other Chicago shows have showed they deserved better spots. They just performed better than Blacklist. Although Blacklist performed its best in winter (January-March). So it bodes well for us to start in January. 10. NBC has a vested interest…even more so now…in Blacklist putting a bookend on the series. It makes the show a better product for syndication. 11. I think we should all feel good about the renewal and understand that this is a business…money matters. Blacklist got the renewal at end of day and now it has to perform to survive.

They will still need to start filming in July to complete 22 episodes for a May finale. So their shooting schedule will not change. They will have more episodes in the can before airing and this will help with a straight run with no hiatus.

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meso-mijali · 6 years

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Rules: answer these questions then tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better

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