You're a half- lycra half- human who has been living underground in a cavern for years, your only company being bat-squirrels and books.
He's one of the filthiest people in the history of filth, the living embodiment of what a person should not be.
...
You feel like you're slammed back into reality, you gasp and stutter, wearing a bit as you lean against the typewriter. You begin hearing the sound of clapping. You look up to see it, people applauding you. You did...good? Yeah. Good, that's the word, you walk back over to your table. Danny, Sophie, and Tj congratulate you.
Joji looks at you, and gives you a kiss on the head, everything seems like it's passing by like a painting. What the hell had you just seen? Was it a vision? Had it actually happened? At this point, in this omniverse, anything was possible, so whatever happened was going to happen, you decided.
What had happened continued to churn in your head, you tried absorbing what had happened, but you weren't sure if it was even worth trying to think about anymore. The vision had brought us some old wound about Frank, maybe the vision was a metaphor of some kind?
"You alright F/n?" Tj asked, a look of concern plastered on her face, like a big sister, or brother really.
"Yeah, yeah" you said," just- you know, worried I didn't do well enough," you tried your best to fib, what the hell were you supposed to tell her? You dunked the ass of a knock-off version of your now presumably reincarnated lover?
Your friend reassured you that you did awesome, and that everybody had enjoyed your performance. With that Tj excused herself from the table, not ten seconds later Gordon-Senpai walks over, probably to comment on your performance, but stops in his track, his face fills with surprise.
"Da-Danny?" He stuttered, almost as if her were to say 'daddy'.
"Gordon?"
"Bloody hell, what are you doing here, it's great to see you!" Ramsay-San says as Danny gets up to hug him amorously.
"Wait, you two know each other?" You asked, your brain still trying to catch up.
"Well, yeah, we're friends of sorts-"Gordon began.
"-but we don't see each other face to face much, last time was at the fight, right?" Danny finished, getting out his phone to show you a picture of them.
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"But yeah, hey it's good to see you and misses again, wanna meet up for drinks later tonight?" Gordon asked.
Letting what had just happened right there proceed, you decide to just push that whole vision thing to the back of your head, let that ferment a little for now, and deal with it later. You had at this point switched your attention to Joji, who was staring at you, amazed at the fact you knew Gordon Motherfucking Ramsay, and yet had put that hand of his back on your leg under the table cloth. His hand was so warm, and if he thought you were going to become jello from his sensual touches, well, he was only half right. Because goddamn, as his hand slowly crept up you leg under your dress, sparks of excitement lit up in your stomach, blood rushing to your face, you looked up at him with the biggest doe eyes you could pull off, but you began to feel your Lycra hood crawl back up your head, so much for looking like a normal human, you supposed.
