David Gandy by Arnaldo Anaya-Lucca for GQ Japan
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David Gandy by Arnaldo Anaya-Lucca for GQ Japan
tag drop !
âš david gandy.  cis male.  he / him. â© Â âȘ  have  you  met  ivan wolff yet  ?  this  forty year  old aries has  been  living  in  the beverly hills area  for  twenty five years.  he makes  a  living  as  a  private investigator / former fbi profiler,  which  works  for  their  flamboyant,  charismatic,  fickle,  and boastful nature.  everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears is  one  of  ivanâs  favorite  songs. Â
no trigger warnings, just a Very Obnoxious ManÂ
MEREDITHÂ
     meredith glances over at him and shrugs her shoulders casually. âwell, no one,â she admits. there was no one else who got her big spoon skills, she wants to say. âexcept you. well, sort of. you say i have potential.â she wants to focus on the road like a responsible driver, but how can she when sheâs with mazen and heâs like an utter distraction? a satisfied smile is worn proudly, glancing at him every so often. âwell⊠maybe you can teach me, then. a skill for a skill.â
    his words make her stop for a moment. she involuntarily rubs her lips together as he talks, both attracted and fully amused by his words. âwellâŠâ she looks back to the road for a moment, shrugging her shoulders. âyou can always test it out again. you know, get a good feel for it.â she feels proud of herself for that one, pressing on the accelerator once more. something about him kept her on her toes and she ate it up andâ she canât help but realize that it just isnât like this with other people.
    âthat sounds like a fair deal.â maze agrees, âiâd better stock up on pringles before you next come over.â he acts like that wonât happen sooner, rather than later. up until this point, theyâd failed to hang out without ending up staying at the otherâs place. for someone so afraid of routine, he likes this one â their one.Â
    âa feel for it?â heâs just repeating her words at this point in the hopes of projecting his own reddened cheeks onto her. itâs then they happen upon mazeâs plan. another red light. he looks at meredith, then the light again ( like heâs making sure itâs real and not a figment of his besotted imagination ) and itâs between those looks that he makes a decision. twisting his pelvis in the seat, he unclips his belt with one hand, entwining another into merâs hair. he edges his body closer and just before he plans to close his eyes and touch their lips, the light turns from red to green. just their luck. âmaybe later.â he murmurs, their lips close enough that she wouldâve been able to feel his words, as well as the disappointed exhale that follows them. his thumb brushes her chin before he slumps back in the passenger seat, seemingly defeated by the light change. but he canât help but think that perhaps itâs worked in his favour. obstacles didnât exactly exist between the two of them often. if they want each other, they get it. sometimes maze wonders â no, worries â that itâs not a case of wanting, but convenience, that brings them together. he ponders that thought with his fingers still entangled in her hair, circling the back of her neck with his touch.Â
JESSE
âi could say that for both of us,â he coldly snaps. âwe donât belong here.â jesse had already locked the door of the bathroom. if anyone wanted in, they were going to have to kick the door down. a hand moves to rest on the wall beside mazenâs head to trap the male between his form and the wall. when jesse wanted something heâd find a way to get it. now, he wanted answered out of mazen, and he wouldnât shy away from violence to get them. âitâs not? then what is it?â his brows rise as he awaits an answer. grabbing the collar of his shirt, he shakes him a around and shoves him back against the cool tile behind mazenâs head. âwhy the fuck am i left without a hacker?â
âthereâs no âweâ, jesse.â even if that were true, he was a fool to actually tell him that. the truth was, mazen wanted a normal job with a pension scheme and cumulative holiday allowance; a job he can tell his mom about so she knows heâs alright. working for a criminal isnât exactly a mom-friendly career. he couldnât exactly ask for a workplace adjustment from his lawless boss in respect of an overbearing mother. or could he? he lets out a mewl in reaction to being shaken, bracing for more: heâs seen how jesse handles his business all too many times, and that was just from being his hacker. he can only imagine what his right-hand men have to witness. the shove had rattled maze; he fights to compose himself and draw in enough breath to stop him from becoming a gasping mess, âiâ iâ â he canât get the words out. turns out itâs difficult to speak from the heart when itâs beating at full tilt. âi just want to be fucking normal. i donât want to be looking over my shoulder all the time,â working for jesse, he felt that. âcome on, you can understand that.â like appealing to jesseâs human side has ever worked before. âright?â his words, though composed in nature, come out as a panicking plead. âright?â he repeats, his voice but a squeak. Â
betrayal w / @starserenâ !
jesse didnât like to be double-crossed. sure, he could dish it, but could never take it. he had been crossed in his life before and swore it would never happen again. all his life people made him feel smallâ made him feel defenseless. but now, he wanted to make it known you couldnât betray him without paying for it. âyo mazen,â he called out. jesse rolled up his sleeves as he stalked towards him. large hands move to push the otherâs chest until they were backed against the wall. âwhatâs this i hear about you working for the pigs? think youâre too good for me now?â
out of all the places maze expected to run into his old patron ( granted, it was a brief list ), his current place of work was not anywhere on that list â much less the menâs toilet. having known jesse, it shouldâve been. the famous lutz roll of the sleeves was enough to spook maze. there was a reason he fought his battles behind a computer screen. âjesus christ, jesse,â swearing was perhaps his first mistake but maybe he relied too much on the relationship they once had to trust that the man wouldnât react to it. âyou shouldnât be here.â but he was. and he had questions. if maze didnât want to make his second mistake, he would answer them. conveniently, he ignored the first question, swiftly tackling the latter one, âyou know thatâs not it.â clearly not - it didnât take a genius to figure that was why maze found himself backed against a wall.Â
LUKE
luke didnât understand those who had a soft persona. he was one to say how he felt, in the moment, and never bend to the will of another. probably why he was successful at what he did. also the fact that he was a good chef and he spent the whole beginning of his career fucking over others. but it was also the personality. so he towered over mazen as he sat in his seat and looked down between his plate and his food. âtoo much salt, huh?â he hummed, thinking about the comment. not really something he can fault anyone on in a detrimental way. sometimes you just put in a bit too much salt. but heâd keep it in the back of his mind. heâll remember. âno youâre probably right, iâm sure thereâs just a bit too much salt. trust your gut, man.â he gave him a nudge. âhopefully itâs not inedible. i can excuse putting in a bit too much salt on an occasion, but to the point of not being able to keep it down, thatâs another.â
âyou underestimate my ability to eat absolutely anything, luke.â and he wasnât wrong. mazen was his motherâs own garbage disposal, working perfectly alongside her inability to cook a normal amount of food for a three-person family. âsay, i have a proposal for you,â maze revealed before taking another bite. he let the thought sit in the air for a moment, just in case the other wasnât in the mood for any of his proposals. but after yet another morsel, he continued, âmy parents are visiting next week.â he took one of the napkins off the bar and wiped away some escapee sauce. âi told them i was busy â which i am, that wasnât a lie ...â like he could ever lie to his parents. â â anyway, as you know by now,â maze paused once again, grinning through another bite, âi donât exactly cook.â an understatement, if there ever was one. â... so, what i need you to do. is cook for meâ i â iâve got the recipes. thatâs not the issue. i know what i want to cook. i just â â he finally put the burger down and with his head finding solace in his sauce-covered hands, he ruefully mumbled, â â fuck, man, iâve got no clue.â
MEREDITHÂ
       âjust potential?!â meredith plays up her offense, jaw dropped. âi am a great big spoon, thank you very much.â if it was anyone else saying these words she would be full of scoffs and furrowed brows, but her face is nothing but relaxed, casual, at ease. she nods her head at every one of her talents that he lists, raising her eyebrows. âthe pringle thing was that impressive, huh? iâm gonna keep that in mind. the next time iâm trying to be real sexy, iâll just pull a pringle out of nowhere and fit it in my mouth without breaking. hell, maybe iâll stack a few and try it.â she takes an exit and they finally slow to a red light, and she raises her hands as if to say, see? âwell, lucky for you, youâve got the best teacher around. and iâve got plenty of lipgloss for you to test it out.â her head falls back onto the headrest and she looks at him fondly. âjust observe me and learn from the best.â
      âwhoâs told you that?â mazenâs taunting easily masks the fact he actually wants to know the answer, ( though heâd never admit it ). heâs not jealous, exactly - frankly, he has no reason to be. but he was curious. of course, he mused, having a feeling the âpringle thingâ would spark the most intrigue out of his list. âoh, yeah,â he agrees, âi thought about that one for a good few days after.â sadly, heâs not wrong. âbut donât get too cocky. stacking is harder than it looks.â thereâs a smirk and he looks far too pleased with himself, âit overwhelms some.âÂ
      as expected, the red light doesnât take long to appear, but itâs merâs word where he sees an opportunity and seizes it. âtest out your lipgloss?â as soon as his words fill the air and he realises that, yes, he did just say that, he has to choose whether to commit fully. he dances somewhat between full commitment and completely chickening out with a mumble, âhavenât done that before.â yet another grin surfaces; he can never afford to be so ... cheeky in his professional life. âiâm observing, dammit!â
LUCIUS
âshrek juice?â luci laughed loudly, holding it up, âyeah, youâre not wrong- youâre funny sometimes, damn, when are you gonna try your hand at stand-up?â he teased, before uncapping the bottle and smelling it- not great, that had been a bad idea, âwell, iâd require double the pay, an order of mozzarella sticks, and for you to try just a sip of this- is that worth it to you?â the pay was the main reason he had taken this particular role- it was more than he had ever made on a job. it made the workout regimen seem worth it. he took a sip cautiously, failing entirely to keep the disgusted look off of his face. that carton of apple juice was seeming like a much better idea now, âitâs, uh, itâs really good,â he muttered after swallowing, âbest thing i have ever tried! youâd be amazed how healthy and energized i feel already.â he took another resentful sip, giving his best friend a thumbs up as he forced it down, âyouâre gonna be so sorry that you didnât order one too.âÂ
"funny to you,â mazen pointed out with a harmless roll of his eyes, âi once caught you laugh at the big bang theory.â even the disgusted look didnât put mazen off. to his detriment, he was naive when it came to his friends; they truly could convince him of anything ( and apparently especially of drinking something packed with kale ). he cautiously unburdened his friend of the juice, swilling down what he soon found out to be more than enough of its contents. it was in that sip he learned that friends can and will lie. âfuck, luce.â he spluttered ... and more than just his words. âi actually canât stand you.â he said with a grin. it was far from the truth and the actor wouldâve had to of known that. âis this where i tell you iâm only your friend so i can meet rihanna one day?â he joked, handing the bottle back as if it was a firework about to go off. it was all in jest. if anyone believed in their friendâs talents, it was maze; he also believed in speaking things into existence. if drinking shit juice and working out more hours than before was going to get his friend there, he had to support it.. âand when i do,â he nudged the other, âit better be worth it.â seeing lucius in the spotlight was always worth it. ânow, drink the rest of your juice before the fda hunt us down.â
âš sofia boutella.  cis female.  she / her. â© Â âȘ  have  you  met katia ziane /   dahlia lutz ?  this thirty six year  old taurus has  been  living  in  the  venice area  for  twenty years.  she makes  a  living  as  an escort / madam,  which  works  for  their  nurturing,  sybaritic,  forlorn,  and  rancorous  nature.  call me by blondie is  one  of  dahliaâs  favorite  songs.
triggers:  sex  work,  implied  drug  use,  implied  abuse, death.
MIA
For a moment there, Amelia thought the young man would ignore her completelyâ which maybe wouldnât be a bad idea, sometimes the worst thing a person could do was indulge her. âThis morning? And youâre coming back now? Whoa, what do you do for a living?â Ameliaâs eyes widened as she questioned the stranger, addressing the part which sparked her interest. A moment later, she extended her hand as she motioned for him to take it and help her get up. âThis damn tail is making it impossible for me to move, help.â
you shouldâve thought of that, mazen considered, but didnât vocalise. this mermaid might not have taken his sarcasm as lighthearted. he accepted the invitation in helping her stand, offering his own hand and letting go as soon as he could. âwhat donât i do?â he mumbled, a hard dayâs work behind him, before flashing a smile and giving the right answer, âi work as a cyber special agent,â a hacker, but the former lacked any immediate negative connotations. âbut i havenât been at work this whole time. i ate at the burnout.â for the third time that week - but as he could tell from the other, everyone had their vices. âand you?â his gaze averted to the tail, âfull time mermaid?â
LUKE
> @starserenâ reacted for a starter
luke didnât really get to come out from behind the kitchen until things calmed down a bit and the dinner rush was over. while they were usually busy all around the clock, a week night after eight was a bit slower. so he slipped out, seeing the familiar face of maze, and approached his place at the bar. âwell?â he looks down at the plate. âyou know how things usually taste so if itâs off, let me know and iâll fire a line cook.â not that he was looking for a reason to but, he had an inkling someone wasnât doing their job right.
a large part of the reason mazen was a returning customer at the burnout was its owner. the same owner that had a habit of showing up when maze was mid-bite. he knew better than to expect a conventional greeting. as luke spoke, mazenâs gut instinct was to shake his head at the word âfireâ. the idea of someone losing their job because of something mazen had said just didnât sit right with him, even if he was just joking. as if he hadnât been a part of someoneâs undoing before. he was well aware of how backwards it wouldâve looked in the eyes of another. âif i had to be picky,â he didnât - and yet he continued, âmaybe thereâs a little too much salt.â something about the burnoutâs proprietor made it seem like it was okay for him to be picky, like no matter how picky he was, heâd still come off as the better person. still, the guilt trickled up the back of his throat as he wolfed down the food. with a mouth full of burger, he spoke, a concealing any mess, âbut tastebuds change! it could just be me.â he hastily swallowed the mouthful. âitâs definitely just me.â