Ryan McGowan

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[ryan-mcgowan]

larcse‌:

if messing his hair up was one of the many reasons why he wouldn’t hop on that motorcycle – the fact that he wasn’t dressed accordingly was on top of that list. He grinned to himself, and didn’t add anything to the other man’s teasing.

as soon as he walked into Connelly’s, Oliver scanned the whole place trying to find Ryan. It didn’t take long for the other male to catch his attention, sitting by his lonesome in a booth at the back of the pub. He took his coat off on his way to the table, hanging it before taking place by the other male’s.

he could’ve sit across from him, but what was the point? ‘’anything caught your fancy?’’ he politely apologised for the 5 minutes delay, it was apparently more difficult to find a parking spot when your far was 5 times the size of a motorcycle. 

‘‘drinks first, shall we?’‘ he stopped the tiny waittress on her way to another table to order an old fashioned, before turning his head towards ryan waiting for his order. he wasn’t used to wait to get what he wanted, which explained why he stopped the waittress on her way. thank god she was polite enough not to tell them to wait for a while.

“Don’t sweat it,” Ryan said. He didn’t mind the wait, it’s not like Oliver stood him up or had him waiting long. He understood. The kingpin had cultivated patience-- he had to in his line of work, and this was all purely for pleasure anyway.

Ryan watched as the man stopped the waitress, requesting service right away. He didn’t fuck around, but it also seemed to Ryan that he didn’t know how to slow down. “I’ll have one of whatever you’re having,” he said, closing the drink menu. They were both driving, so he didn’t want to overdo it with straight liquor or tequila shots. At least not yet. He’d wait to see how things went before loosening up to get any more drinks.

“So, Mr. Busybody, are you always in a rush?” he asked, amusement in his tone, even his face appeared neutral. Ryan had a great poker face.

[ryan-mcgowan]

larcse‌:

Oliver found his way out thirty minutes later, adjusting the of the sleeves of his long yves saint laurent coat. he looked dressed to the nines, but it was the way he looked 24/7. his hair definitely looked like he had spent a few minutes in front of the mirror though. grinned to himself when he noticed the other male, smoking on a motorcycle, he couldn’t help to chuckle to himself. it was subtle enough not to look like he was amused, but he was. 

‘‘i hope you’re not expecting me to hop on,’‘ he said, to catch his attention, as he walked towards ryan. he looked like the typical bad boy, and oliver thought his fifteen years old self would’ve been tripping. ‘‘I’ll meet you there, okay?’‘ he pointed his shiny black tesla model s in a parking lot nearby. ‘‘it’s two blocks down the street, you take left on commonwealth ave and you’re going to see Connolly’ sign, you can’t miss it,’‘ he took the cigarette from between ryan’s lips. oliver took a small drag, before letting it fall against the concrete and stepping on it. ‘’we’re going now.’’ maybe he was hungry, maybe he was just bossy.

“You scared to mess up that pretty hair of yours, doc?” Ryan teased, looking up with a teasing grin. He wasn’t being serious, but seeing the man dressed so finely made him think that maybe the other hadn’t ridden a motorcycle in his life. And the way he spoke made him think he was too afraid of relinquishing control long enough to hop on the back of some stranger’s bike. That was fine.

Then the man cockily swiped the cigarette, took a drag, then put it out. The way he ordered Ryan around honestly sent a rush down to his groin. Nobody ever dared talk to him like that back home, and to be honest? It was hot. He didn’t even know the man’s name yet. But maybe he’d make a game of finding out what it was.

“See you there,” he said, tilting his head with a smirk and revving the engine on. He didn’t wait for Oliver to get into the Tesla before he drove out of the hospital parking lot, and before long, he found the pub. The doctor was right. He couldn’t miss it. He parked and walked inside, requesting a booth for two. When Oliver arrived, Ryan would be there waiting while idly browsing through the menu.

[ryan-mcgowan]

larcse‌:

‘‘can’t blame a man for knowing what he wants,’‘ oliver replied with a small smirk tugging at his lips. he always had that calm, almost cold composure, but it was mainly caused by the people surrounding him. he respected the fact that ryan asked him right off the bat, so he nodded slightly. ‘‘you can either walk upstairs to find a signal for your phone, and get us a decent table. or you can wait for me to get done with work in–’‘ he looked at the expensive watch he was wearing around his wrist: ‘‘twenty minutes.’‘ both options suited him. he was definitely going to enjoy a meal in the other male’s company.

nurses, at the other side of the hallway, were already starting rumors bit eyeing the whole scene. oliver wasn’t the kind of doctor to brought attention to himself; but gossips about him always seem to find its way to people’s ears. maybe it was due to the fact that he looked uninterested in every one of his colleagues, and kept an extremely professional exterior. his career was the most important thing to him.

‘‘i have another meeting to attend, excuse me.’‘ he left, just like that, without looking back or giving ryan the attention he deserved. 

“See you in twenty, doc,” he said, turning when Oliver did. The man definitely had a cold exterior, but Ryan recognized a boss when he saw one. He could respect that. His boots clicked slowly along the sterile tile as he made his way out. Ryan couldn’t remember if he had specific plans for the night or not, so he checked his phone just in case and let his brother know he was coming home late tonight (if at all). Just in case. Not that he had high expectations, but one never knew what could happen.

Once he was far enough outside, Ryan sat on his motorcycle flipping through his phone with a cigarette between his lips. He knew he should probably quit at some point, but bad habits were hard to break. He didn’t see Oliver immediately, still looking through some messages from business back home.

[itsboundtobetragic]

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[ryan-mcgowan]

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‘‘you have to walk past the emergency room, there’s a sweet spot right before the cafeteria and the oncology department where you can get a decent signal,’‘ he explained to him with a small grin. it was unlikely of him to help someone get around the hospital. when he wasn’t paid to help his patients he was either trying to nap or study some more in the doctor’s room. he wasn’t one of the best cardiologists in town for nothing. 

‘‘I don’t really do burgers,’‘ he replied. he wasn’t a health freak, but if he could avoid junk food he was glad to do so. ‘‘–but we’re practically downtown, finding a decent place won’t be too difficult. Connolly’s – for example, if you like pub food.’‘ Was that an open invitation? Maybe it will turn out to be, if he dares droppin’ an hour in the next minute or so. Oliver hesitated for a moment, but he finally allowed himself to question the other male. ‘‘are you visiting a friends, or relative?’‘ he figured a dying sibling or an uncle in surgery was a good enough reason to travel away from home. he couldn’t think of many people that would make him skip a day at work – but he could understand the desire to take a vacation. he couldn’t help to eyes ryan, he looked rough around the edges and the doctor couldn’t lie to himself and pretend a part of him wasn’t attracted to him. 

"Thanks for the heads up,” he murmured with a sly smirk on his lips. Nobody else had been a fraction as useful as Oliver had been, and for that he was silently grateful. He had no idea who the guy was, but he definitely had a distinct swagger about him that he didn’t see in a lot of men back home. At least, no the men that knew who he was. “Yeah? Pub food’s good, I don’t mind it.” Casino food was what he was used to-- five star meals, the finest liquors... but that was a story for later. “I have a brother here,” he said, his voice ever the gravelly murmur. Ryan never really raised his voice unless he absolutely had to. “I was in for an old injury that was acting up, but I got it taken care of. Just on my way out, but... I don’t know where Connolly’s is. Maybe I could buy you dinner in exchange for you showin’ me where it is. If you’re feelin’ it. You can also tell me to fuck right off,” he mused, tilting his head a little and licking his lower lip subtly.

[misterhunnam]

[larcse]

‘‘you’re as subtle as a kick in the teeth. i’m two feet away from you, don’t you think I can tell you’re trying to snap a decent picture? just ask for my best angle already,’‘ oliver grinned to himself, he sounded as annoyed as he was. the young doctor was trying to decide on a snack from the vending machine when he noticed the other person standing close to him. he decided that he would rather be starving than eating anything from that said machine, and slid his wallet into the inner pocket of his jacket. 

[ryan-mcgowan]

“Subtlety ain’t really my thing, but if you think I was snapping a pic of you, you’re dead wrong, doc,” Ryan said, tilting his head and running his tongue along his front teeth. “Not that you ain’t pretty, but there’s no signal in this shit building,” he said, wrinkling his nose and tucking his phone back into his pocket. He noticed how Oliver had put his money away. “This thing ain’t been serviced in two months by the looks of it. Unless you’re trying to get the shits, I’d steer clear, so good choice. There’s a decent burger across the street, though, or so I’ve heard,” he said, shrugging his shoulder lightly.

The other guy looked like he was strung tighter than the kingpin’s security detail back home, Ryan thought, but smiled remembering he was on vacation for a few weeks. Here, Ryan wasn’t the leader of a Las Vegas cartel. Here, he was just a mechanic visiting his brother. “I ain’t from around here, so I can’t be too sure.”

[ryan-mcgowan]

[ Unlucky ]

Ryan’s piercing, verdant gaze glared at the man groveling for an extension. Ryan had seen him before, and why he wasn’t being dealt with by someone else was beyond him, but he was bored. What the hell. The kingpin’s boots clicked against the hardwood floor as he sauntered toward the high stakes gambling star that had so very conveniently forgotten that he owed the McGowan lord his share of the winnings. Ryan inhaled a long pull from his cigarette, holding it in for a moment before exhaling slowly and tossing the butt just inches from where the other stood. He mashed the thing carelessly beneath the tip of his boot and slipped one hand into his pocket. His free hand came up to grasp what was left of Lucky’s thinning hair and yanked the greasy mop up with a quick jerk. “And look at me when I’m talkin’ to you,” he said. Ryan wrinkled his nose, already able to smell the smell of ripe urine running down the man’s leg.

“Now, you know we’re doin’ you a favor, Lucky. You’d think a man who’s got our protection against the Tierneys would be a little more grateful of his benefactors, but as it turns out,” he uttered, his voice low and gravely, like the calm before the storm. He gave the man behind Lucky a subtle nod. “Y’ain’t thinkin’ with your head. You’ve gotten two extensions, and by the grace of my good heart, you’ve gotten ‘em. But… tch. I just can’t wait anymore, Lucky. You understand that, right? It’s just business.”

Ryan let go of Lucky’s hair, then motioned for his men to wrap up the meeting. As he walked away, he heard groveling and begging behind him. There was a bit off shuffling, and in the an instant, he was silenced. Forever.

[big-kahuno]

[brucee-waynee]

Oliver Queen in Pacific Rim (2013) dir. Guillermo del Toro