#But whatever what's done it's done life goes on and all that

[saffusthings]

second chances

mob boss! lando norris x reader

part three: clean up

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warnings: bone cracking, minor violence, some threats, a usual day in the mob life yktv

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The night air was damp with the lingering scent of rain and blood.

Lando stepped out of her apartment building, shoving his hands into his pockets as he made his way back to his car. The streets were quiet now—too quiet. Just an hour ago, the space had been filled with the sound of a man begging for his life. Now, the city hummed with its usual indifference, as if nothing had ever happened.

He had stayed just long enough to be certain. No phone calls. No texts. No neighbors suspiciously knocking to ask what was wrong. She hadn’t told anyone.

Good girl.

He slid into the driver’s seat, checked his phone — no messages, no calls.

Finally, some fucking quiet.

Lando finally leaned against the back of his seat, long fingers wrapping themselves around the familiar steering of his McLaren 675 LT as he drove away. He drove without hurry, one hand loose on the wheel, the other resting against his temple as he exhaled a long, measured breath. The events weighed down on his shoulders — not with guilt, of course, never guilt– just the meticulous web of problems that needed to be untangled into solutions.

And the idiots he worked with? They were the biggest problem of the night.

His fingers tightened around the wheel, knuckles pressing white. He could still smell the iron tang of blood from earlier, the sharp memory of the gunshots ringing in his ears. He had done what needed to be done—handled the aftermath, cleaned up their mess. But the fact that he had to clean it up at all pissed him off.

He took a few turns through the empty streets before heading toward his house — a looming, intricate work of architecture nestled in the more quiet part of the  city. The headlights sliced through the dark as he pulled up to the wide cobblestone driveway, shutting the engine off before stepping out, his boots almost silent against the stone.

His own place was nothing like hers.

Large, sleek, classical — all marble and dark wood. A skyline view of the city stretched wide beyond huge church style windows, lights flickering like static against the black water of the pool. It was pristine, everything in its place, every surface immaculate. But that was the difference between a house and a home—he didn’t need comfort. He needed efficiency.

He stepped inside,  letting the heavy metal door slam behind him, the sound like a gunshot in the vast space. He turned and reactivated the alarm system from a side panel before shrugging off his jacket, letting it fall onto the back of a chair. The blood on his boot had dried by now, a small, insignificant detail, but he noticed it anyway. He always did.

Inside, the air was thick with sweat, smoke, and the stench of blood that hadn’t been properly cleaned up. A few men were already there laughing and talking, the remnants of their work sprawled out before them — discarded gloves, a half-empty bottle of whiskey, the stench of sweat and gun oil. They weren’t worried. They weren’t tense. They were acting like tonight hadn’t been a fucking disaster.

By the time he came up beside his seat, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves,  he was already seething. He stood and glared with the kind of measured posture that should have put them on edge.

It didn’t.

Because they were idiots.

Lando took his time stepping forward, peeling off his gloves, his gaze sharp and unreadable. He watched them—studied the way they barely acknowledged his arrival, how one of them laughed under his breath about something, how another flicked a cigarette against the ashtray with a lazy, unbothered wave.

It was insulting.

“You are all too comfortable,” Lando murmured, his voice a quiet blade.

Fewtrell is, of course, the first to notice. Once he goes quiet, the others are a lot quicker to be pulled out of the blissful ignorance of whatever nonsense they were blabbing about moments ago.

Conversation died instantly.

The three of them turned to face him, their relaxed postures stiffening under his gaze. They were good at a lot of things —intimidation, violence, making money— but it seemed like reading Lando’s moods was never one of them.

Which was a shame. He wasn’t in the mood to be patient.

Slowly, he reached for the whiskey bottle on the table, lifting it to the light. Amber liquid swirled lazily inside. He turned it in his grip, then—without warning—he slammed it down, shattering the glass into jagged shards across the wooden surface.

The men flinched.

Finally. Finally, they realized.

“You think tonight went well?” he asked, voice even. Controlled. “You think that was a clean job?”

Silence.

“Because from where I was standing, it looked sloppy.” His words came slow, deliberate. “Messy. Reckless.”

He leaned forward, placing his hands on the table, watching as they shifted uncomfortably under the weight of his stare.

“It was just some low-level asshole,” one of them muttered. “It’s not like he had protection. No one’s gonna come looking.”

Lando smiled. It was a sharp, humorless thing.

“You really think… that’s the fucking point?” he asked, voice deadly quiet.

The man swallowed.

“Are you all fucking stupid?”

One of them, Daniel —a lanky Australian bloke with a knack for fixing vehicles who’d been part of his team for a few years now— shifted, running a hand over the back of his neck. “Look, man, it was clean—”

Lando moved fast.

A sharp, brutal swing of his fist connected with Daniel’s ribs, knocking the breath out of him instantly. He staggered back, wheezing, but Lando didn’t let him recover. His hand shot out, gripping the front of Daniel’s shirt and yanking him forward until they were inches apart.

“Clean?” Lando echoed, his voice dripping with venom. “You brought him and dropped him in a place people actually walk through. You never sweeped the area. Then, you left a fucking body in the open? You idiot,” he seethes. “And now you’re standing here telling me it was clean?”

Daniel’s hands grasped Lando’s wrist, but he didn’t dare push him off. The others watched in tense silence, knowing better than to intervene.

Lando released him with a rough shove, sending him stumbling back onto a chair. He stepped around the table, slow, purposeful, like a predator sizing up its prey.

“You guys got cocky,” he continued. “You were loud. You did it out in the open, like amateurs. And you left yourselves exposed.”

Another beat of silence.

Lando’s gaze flicked over them, assessing. He didn’t mention the witness—the quiet, bookish girl who had stumbled onto something she was never meant to see. He had handled it. They didn’t need to know.

“You don’t get paid to be stupid,” he said finally, his voice smooth as if they were merely discussing the weather, yet something about it had their hearts lodged in their throats. “You get paid to be precise. To be efficient. And if you ever,” he pauses, “-fuck up like that again, I won’t be cleaning up your mess. I’ll be cleaning up you.”

The threat sat heavy in the air, settling into their bones.

Good.

One of the men —Carlos, the Spanish man who had been in charge of planning tonight’s job— shifted in his seat, clearing his throat. “It won’t happen again,” he said, accent curling at the ends of his quiet words.

Lando tilted his head, considering him. Then, in one fluid motion, he reached for the man’s hand resting on the table, grabbed his pinky, and snapped it.

Carlos howled, jerking back, but Lando kept him there, gripping his wrist in an iron hold as he leaned down to just beside Carlos’s ear, lowering his voice to something eerily calm.

“I know it won’t.”

He let go, stepping back, watching as Carlos cradled his mangled finger, his face twisted in pain.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” Lando mused, wiping his hands on a napkin before tossing it onto the table alongside the rest of their earlier rubbish. “Now, clean this shit up. And next time? Get it right the first time, yeah?”

“I had to take care of a loose end tonight because you were sloppy,” he continued, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. Sharp eyes flicked between them, his lip curling in disgust. “I believe it should be clear by now that if you ever put me in that position again, I won’t be dealing with a loose end — I’ll be dealing directly with you.”

Silence.

No one spoke. No one even breathed too loudly.

Lando exhaled sharply, shaking out the lingering tension in his knuckles before rolling his shoulders back. He unfolded his collar, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt as though he hadn’t just threatened to kill them.

“Sort the body. Properly,” he said flatly. “Let’s see if you can actually do something right.”

They nodded, silent and obedient.

Lando turned on his heel, walking toward the grand staircase at center of the house without another word, not bothering to glance back.

By the time he got into his room, the remnants of his rage had dulled into something more calculating. He had made his point. They wouldn’t mess up again—not if they wanted to keep breathing.

And as for her —the girl wrapped in her blankets, now fast asleep in her too-small apartment, oblivious to the choices being made in her name— he still hadn’t decided what to do with her yet. He hadn’t brought her up, didn’t tell them how close they’d come to getting their ]ittle job tonight exposed because she was his problem now.

And if it ever came to it? 

He was more than willing to solve it himself.

a/n: thank you for the response so far! likes, comments, and reblogs are the fuel that motivates me to go work on the next chapter. lmk what you thought of this one!

[siancore]

@elektraking I love your tags on @jemgirl86's post (everyone go interact with the original post).

I'm just gonna add:

I love the idea of SamBucky backup dancers or concert goers. Maybe Sam's the dancer, and Bucky was at the show, and Bucky's just drawn to him because look at him. Kinda loves the guys nice smile. Kinda can't stop staring at him.

Later, Bucky ends up finding Sam's social media and thirst follows. He watches all of his videos. Not only does this Sam post dance videos, he also posts a lot about his cat named Figaro, and his adorable nephews and sister.

Bucky finds out he's not just a pretty face with a talent for dancing. Sam also volunteers at an intergenerational community group that brings children and senior citizens together for shared dance lessons. If Bucky was half in love with the guy before, he's effed after learning that about him.

One day, Sam posts a call-out for donations of cowboy hats for his group's upcoming dance recital. Bucky asks his friends who also went to the Cowboy Carter concert if they'd want to donate the hats that they wore that night. When they say yes, Bucky goes to the community centre to drop off the hats. He's not expecting to meet this Sam with the nice smile while he's there, but as fate would have it, he does and they hit it off. Romance ensues.

Also love the idea of a Cowboy-Themed Gay Bar with a SamBucky meet-ugly because I kinda need it in my life right now.

Sam: Dude, this is a cowboy bar. Don't know if you noticed, but the place is full o' cowboys. See all the cowboys? Two on your left? Three on your right? One standing in front of you. You're even dressed as a cowboy.

Bucky: Umm, sorry buddy, but this is a gay bar. See all the gays? Gays fuckin' galore. See me? Gay as fuck. Dressed as a gay guy. Just a regular gay guy.

Sam: But you're a cowboy.

Bucky: Nah, I'm just wearing a cowboy hat.

Sam: Yeah, because we're in a cowboy bar.

Bucky, sighing frustratedly, but finding the guy to be way too hot to stop the banter: We're in a gay bar.

Sam, because he's a little shit and the other guy is kinda cute when he's annoyed: Cow. Boy. Bar.

Sam: *licks his lips and smiles*

Bucky, smiling crookedly and tipping his hat: Y'know what? I ain't arguing with a man with big brown eyes *holds his drink up to Sam* whatever you say, beautiful.

Also, maybe a God's Own Country AU (with less racism and xenophobia - wait, did someone already write that? I could've sworn someone wrote that. Yeah, someone definitely wrote that).

If anyone wants to use these ideas, please go ahead. Send me a link when you're done :)

[reyesstrand]

Hi Maddie!! I wish you would write a fic where TK never ends up in Austin, he goes to California instead after hearing about his namesake from Owen. He becomes a surf instructor after leaving firefighting. He and Carlos meet while Carlos is on vacation after a less than amicable breakup. Carlos learns what TK does for a living and takes surf lessons from him. They fall madly in love and live happily ever after. If youre still taking requests. I love your fics! Thank you!

thank you so so much, and thank you for your patience with this <3 this is my last one, i appreciate all the prompts and everyone who read <3

The sunrise shimmers in pinks and oranges over the calm water, his face warmed by the early light as he dangles his legs in the Pacific. For whatever reason, it always makes him think of home—of the sharp contrast to everything he knew New York to be. There, it was cool breezes and the thrum of traffic when he stepped out into the street, the noises of a bustling city never ceasing, even before the sun broke over the horizon. Here, there’s serenity; the salty sea breeze and the lapping of the tide against the shore. There’s always been a tug in his gut, sure—something like loneliness looming over his shoulders. Even still, though, he wouldn’t change any of it.

Like he does every morning before a long day of classes, he murmurs quietly to the ocean. He thinks of his father’s brother, the first Tyler, the one who never made it to his teens, the one who inspired TK to live every day to the fullest. He thinks of his mother, and her gentle pride. They’re with him always, and he trusts them to watch over him as he brings newbies to the beach and guides them into learning the sport he’s grown to love.

Today, though, he asks for a little more guidance.

He can still feel fingerprints low on his hips, where eager hands tucked under the board shorts he prefers when he doesn’t need to be in his wetsuit. He can still feel the tingle of lips against his, and curls under his palms. Carlos. He’s from Texas and he’s only here for a week with his sisters and the scariest thing about him is that he could absolutely ruin TK. He probably already has, given the fact that TK can’t stop thinking about the man passed out in the hotel suite he’d invited TK back to, one with a beautiful view of the pier. The one TK crept out of this morning, six days into…whatever they’re doing, his head spinning and heart racing. The last time he got close to someone, they broke his heart. He doesn’t know if can handle it again.

With a sigh, TK glances down at his waterproof watch. He’s scheduled with an early class today, a work retreat for some tech company, and he can’t afford to be late. Even if his love life just took a dramatic spin from painfully dry to a little reckless, he can’t let his work suffer for it. And so he paddles back to the shore, thumbing over the little T branded into the top of his board, and stares in confusion at the familiar body waiting in the sand.

“Carlos?”

“I figured I’d find you out here somewhere,” Carlos says, slowly getting up and dusting sand off his swim trunks, the soft golden glow of the morning dancing across his features. His eyes had been filled with such sorrow when TK met him, a sort of pain that TK recognized immediately, and now they’re clear and bright and beautiful. He’s beautiful, in one of TK’s t-shirts from Pacific Park that sits a little tight across his shoulders and curls fluffy from sleep and the breeze. “I thought we would talk this morning, but then you weren’t there when I woke up, so…”

“I’m sorry,” TK bites the inside of his cheek, as he feels saltwater drip down his body. The facade they’ve built around their days of fun is clearly crumbling around them—quickly. It makes his head spin.

“I can’t do this, TK,” Carlos says, his voice quieter than before. A seagull caws in the distance. “I leave tomorrow night, so if we—if this is done, can we call it done? Because I can’t get any closer to you without falling even harder.”

“You shouldn’t,” TK says, the sand clumping under his wet feet. “You shouldn’t fall for me.”

Carlos frowns. “Well, it’s a little late for that.”

In a flash, TK thinks back on the past few days, and how they’ve been the happiest he’s had in a long time. The lights of the pier at night reflected in Carlos’ eyes; the look of pride on his face when he mastered his balance and stayed upright on his board for the first time; the way he tasted of cotton candy and lime when they’d kissed for the first time. The way he’d been so vulnerable with TK, trusting him to listen about his breakup, about his sisters planning a last-minute excursion to distract him even though he hated being away from home.

‘s funny, though, Carlos had murmured, his breath warm against TK’s neck as they sat together on the beach, curled in each other’s arms. Because as soon as I met you it’s like..it’s like my body knew I didn’t have to be homesick anymore.

When TK doesn’t answer, Carlos moves to walk away, hurt dancing in his irises. He panics and steps closer, resting a hand on Carlos’ shoulder.

“I don’t wanna call it done,” TK admits, his heart racing. “It’s crazy, but I think I’ve been homesick, too. Just waiting for you to come here and make it right ever since dad went to Texas and I came here.”

There’s a beat, before he continues on, still speaking to Carlos’ back.

“I want to keep knowing you, Carlos. I want to get to love you.”

It’s probably the most reckless thing he’s ever done. He’s known Carlos for six days. He’s known him as someone on vacation. He’s known him as someone recently heartbroken, someone who’s probably not thinking straight, someone who will run when TK ruins—

Carlos whirls around, and they’re close enough for their noses to bump.

“I want that, too,” Carlos is saying, and TK can’t not kiss him. He cups his face and pulls him in, and the kiss tastes of the salt of the sea and the warmth of the sun and maybe, under it all, a lot like coming home.

[hidefan]

Imagine you are a person who enjoys watching TV after a long day to decompress and be entertained for an hour or two without having to think too much. One day you discover this new show with Angela Basset and Connie Britton and decide to give it a chance. And wow, Athena's a badass! The emergencies are fun, the characters are very likeable, you keep watching. You are a little ambivalent about Buck at first, but he grows on you. You are sad when Abby leaves and breaks Buck's heart, so you hope Buck finds a nice girl to settle with eventually.

Years later, you learn this show you like is now on ABC. As usual, you are hooked with the opening emergency and excited for a new season. Then you see Buck kissing a man and get very confused. Why is he doing that? You've never even considered that Buck could be anything but straight, not even once. Isn't he always chasing girls? So he's suddenly gay? Well, no, he says he still likes women, so now he apparently likes men too. You're not sure about this new development, but whatever, this Tommy guy is charming and cool and seems very nice, and Buck looks really happy, and all of his friends and family are happy for him, even Bobby says he approves, so yeah, you guess you don't mind he has a boyfriend now, maybe he's just trying new things and soon he'll be with a new girl, or maybe this time it will work out, who knows, Tommy calling Buck Evan feels special.

You don't think about the show until September, when it's back on your TV. Okay, so Buck is still with that guy, they are cutesy and seem to really like each other, you realize you actually like them together. Tommy seems to care about Buck a lot, he looks at him like he hung the moon, he doesn't care Buck's face is full of boils or that he's convinced he's cursed, they are fun and adorable together. You see Buck saying that it's the people you love that makes life worth living while looking adoringly at Tommy, not with those words, but with that sentiment. You are glad Buck's finally found his person. And to be honest, you were a little tired of seeing him in a failed relationship after another, so this is great.

Then you see the next episode. Oh, they both dated Abby? Okay, it's a little weird, but just last season Eddie hooked up with his late wife's doppelgänger, so not the most soap opera-y thing this show has done, and it's normal a couple goes through a little bit of drama.

You see Buck say all of these things:

"Yes, I care about him a lot and his needs and wants are as important as mine."

"I don't like what he did to Abby, but I understand why he did it and I see myself having a future with him."

"Until now, Abby was my most important relationship. Now it's Tommy."

"I'm ready to take the next step with him, so I'd really like us to live together."

"It's still soon, but a future engagement and marriage are absolutely on the table."

"My first same-sex relationship can be my endgame."

"Why be apart when we can be together."

And Tommy says he wants more than anything to be Buck's last. So wow, okay! This is serious!

Then you get extremely confused when they break up. Weren't they just happy together a minute ago? Weren't they literally saying to each other how much they want a future together? They haven't said I love you yet, but the sentiment is absolutely there, no?

You usually don't think a lot about the show between one episode and the next, but this time you log on your Facebook and leave a message on the official page. "Hey, why did Buck and Tommy break up if they were so happy together? This feels so sudden and strange. I'd like to see more of this relationship!" You see more comments like yours, so it looks like more people think the same, it's not just you.

You don't read interviews. You are not on social media theorising about couch metaphors or the significance of certain wardrobe colors and you've never heard the words 'media literacy'. You just watch the show and saw a happy couple that you had already warmed up to break up for no reason at all and that left you confused and disappointed. You just don't have the energy to see Buck trying again with a different person, if it was bound to be another failed relationship why bother having Buck in a relationship with a man in the first place? Why so much effort in make you care about Tommy if it was for nothing?

But okay, Buck is baking constantly because he wants to reach out to Tommy, and Tommy also wants to reach out, and then you remember Maddie and Chimney also broke up and then got back together, and didn't Hen cheat on Karen all those years ago and they got past it? Surely if an infidelity wasn't a dealbreaker, Buck and Tommy can fix their issues. So they'll probably get back together when the show comes back, you think, especially now that Buck's best friend is leaving and oh, something is happening to Maddie too? Well, he's definitely gonna need the support of the man he loves, you conclude. Knowing this is how this show does drama, you don't think any more about it until it gets back months later.

And when the show comes back in March, it's possible you don't remember Tommy is a firefighter too, it's been too long since the last time it was mentioned. So maybe that's why the 217 shows up in an emergency and his name is mentioned.

And maybe you also forgot he was a pilot firefighter, so maybe that's why there's an helipad involved.

Because maybe those things are gonna be important for the emergency at the end of the season. Or maybe they won't. But you don't know nor care because you are not constantly obsessing about the show like we do, lol.

[slavicdolls4mangione]

Hey Jana! Can you please do one where reader had an abusive relationship in the past and then she gets with Luigi, and she only tells him about her ex after they’ve already been together for a while? And initially it’s a bit messy for both of them because she still has her guard up and gets jumpy and flinches at the most innocuous things, and for Lu as well because his new girlfriend seems to be doing a lot to sabotage their relationship and he just doesn’t get it? And then maybe one day something happens, like they’re roughhousing and he pins her down and she has a flashback and bursts into tears, and then finally comes clean? And at first it’s awkward for her to even spell it out, because she’s a proud girl and she doesn’t want his pity. But Lu is so encouraging that she ends up telling him everything. And then he goes out of his way to reassure her that she’s completely safe with him, that he’d never do anything to hurt her, and that her ex is a heartless bastard for ever laying a finger on someone as precious as her. And he also has to bite back on his anger so he can focus on comforting her. Thank you 💓

here you go angel! i hope i did your request justice <3

TW: toxic relationship (not lu x reader), talks of dv, panic attack, angst, hurt/comfort

lu finding out his girlfriend was in a toxic relationship prior to meeting him hc:

- you never thought you’d let someone close again after everything that happened with your ex, but then luigi came into your life unexpectedly

- he was patient, kind, and despite your best efforts, he slowly crept into your heart

- things were really good for the most part; he was gentle with you, never rushed you, and even when you pulled back, he gave you space; but there were moments, small things, when the past would claw its way to the surface

- it was always the simplest things that set you off: a raised voice, a sudden movement, his hands coming too close without you noticing first

- in consequence, you would flinch, your body reacting before your mind even had a chance to catch up and lu...he could not understand; he thought you were overreacting at times, but he didn’t know about the bruises, the words, the nights when you were sure you wouldn't make it out..

- everything changed one evening, you were both sitting on the couch, joking and laughing like you always did

- and you started wrestling playfully as you both tried to make each other laugh, you’ve done this a hundred times before but this time, when luigi pins you down, something snaps inside of you

- his hands on your wrists, his weight on your body, it all feels too much

- your breath catches in your throat as your pulse spikes and suddenly, you’re back there.. your heart is racing, your skin crawling. you can’t breathe “no! please!” you gasp, a flash of terror flooding your body

- and lu immediately freezes, his eyes widening with confusion and concern "hey, hey, what’s wrong?" his voice is soft, trying to understand, but all you can feel is the panic rising

- you start to shake, your vision blurring, your body trapped in a memory that you can’t escape; the tears would come before you even realize it; “i can’t…” you choke out, struggling to regain control but the words feel impossible to form

- he’s still on top of you unsure of what’s happening, but his hands immediately soften, pulling away "what’s going on, babe? [name] talk to me"

- you don’t want him to pity you, you’re too proud for that; but you can’t stop the flood of emotions, the way your chest feels like it’s going to explode "i don’t know how to... i don’t know how to tell you..."

- lu shifts, his expression turning serious, but his face is soft with concern

- he lifts you carefully, sitting beside you on the couch “it’s okay amore, whatever it is, you can tell me. i’m not going anywhere"

- you try to hold back, to push it all down, but you can’t; he’s so calm, so steady, and something in that gives you the courage you didn’t know you had. you take a deep breath, wiping away the tears, and finally say the words you’ve never said out loud “my ex...he used to… he used to do things, bad things”

- you witness luigi’s face harden in an instant; you see the anger in his eyes, but he doesn’t say anything, letting you continue

- “he… would grab me like that, hold me down, control me. he’d get rough, and i couldn’t get away, thought i was gonna die sometimes.”

- when you finish, there’s a long silence. you look away, ashamed, like you’re somehow broken because of it, but then, gently he places a hand on your cheek, making you meet his gaze

- “i’m so sorry, i never wanted to make you feel that way. and I swear, i’ll never hurt you, you’re safe with me, okay? I don’t care what that bastard did to you, i would never do that. never. you’re too precious to me, don’t ever forget that”

- you bite your lip, feeling the weight of his words; it’s hard to believe, to trust that someone could truly mean it: but something in his eyes, the way his jaw tightens with barely contained rage at what your ex did, makes you believe him

- you close your eyes, letting his words sink in. maybe you could believe it, maybe you could finally start to heal, maybe for the first time in years, you could feel safe

- “i’m sorry,” you would whisper, feeling stupid for not saying it sooner

- “don’t apologize. ever. i’m not going anywhere, and that asshole? he doesn’t deserve a second of your thoughts, you’ve been through enough"

- you nod, the tears still there but not as painful now and for the first time, you feel like you might be able to move forward; and with lu beside you? maybe you truly could

[zeel-zzz]

im bored, so here are the jobs i think the marauders would have if they were just normal ass people pt 1;

James would work for his father in the company he owns. i'm not sure why but i get the feeling that after he graduated school he didn't really know what he wanted to do with his life so income Fleamont Potter (the man he is) and offered his son some low-level job in the company (we only allow an acceptable level of nepotism). he does regular paperwork and he loves making powerpoint presentations. oh and i get the feeling that James is the one who’s standing by the water cooler making small talk with everyone (in all honesty James is the personality hire and he knows that). the funny part about all of this is that James would tell everyone that he's only there until he figures out what he wants to do with his life and no one believes him (his current goal is to become team leader of a project) there are some people who despise James because he's the son of the ceo. like there have been complaints of James not working and stuff and they complain to Fleamont hoping they fire James and Fleamont's just like ok I'll deal with it (he does not in fact deal with it (James always gets his work done and always has lunch with his dad to give him updates on his work)).

Sirius is funny. i dont know how else to explain it but Sirius would be one of those guys who's like a mechanic but doesn't actually have the job of a mechanic. like he says he is, but he's not. and it's not to hate on him or anything because he's actually a really good mechanic, he just doesn't have the 'official qualifications' or whatever. and the only way he even makes money is by inserting himself in other people's conversations. like he'll be at an auto store and someone's having an issue with their car (about some part or another) and they'll talking with the cashier about it (the cashier doesn't know shit about cars, they just work there). in comes Sirius who'll pop into the conversation and give his opinion and offer to solve the issue for like free (because it's an easy fix) and when he goes they're just like 'no let me pay for this' and it's like fifty bucks, a beer and the request to fix a friends car (it's how he met James). and that's how he would make both friends and clients. also, i just know this man smells like brake fluid (the smell gives Remus a headache).

Remus is an odd one because i see him as being like an interpreter or something similar. and when i say interpreter i mean like the ones in the tablet that the doctors drag around when they don't have an interpreter on site. what language, i don't know, your choice really but i can just see him on the tablet, the image is lagging and the audio is cutting off a bit but know he still looks good with a headset. (i also see him as a Mcdonald's employee, but that seemed too basic for him (again the headset)). generally, i feel like Remus would be a polyglot (he was so bored he learned different languages for fun (definitely, knows like french and german)) so he would be translating a lot. in fact, that's how he met Sirius (you know before he was an online interpreter). Remus is also James' chosen interpreter whenever he is to meet with foreign companies (yes James does meet with other companies because although he's technically he's in a low level position he's still son of the ceo and he trust Remus not to fuck him over).

Peter works as either an accountant or works in marketing. i'm more inclined to say he's an accountant because he would mostly be in charge of Sirius 'business' (he's trying to actually open up an auto shop) but at the same time he would be in marketing in the Potter company and have all of the office gossip (he would be working with James and I one hundred percent believe Peter would be James' boss). Peter would be an absolute terror toward James when he first starts (always sending him out on coffee runs for the whole floor with complex orders, and James just takes it in good fun (no James never messes up an order) but he's the first one to help James if he ever feels overwhelmed by the workload. over time though James starts to do better and eventually becomes Peter's boss, and he's only a little annoyed by this but at least James isn't sending him on coffee runs (no, that's the job of the new intern that James can't keep his eyes off of (oh and god forbid Peter asks for coffee, James would chew him out for 'overworking' the intern)), Peter can't wait for that bit of information to spread through the department, he might just tell Fleamont and Euphemia next time he goes for dinner at the Potters.

this is slowly becoming more detailed than i thought it would be... the girls are up next.

[bonicedemandarina]

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Hey guys I'm still into wha btw, here's my art for the deciduous spells zine, just wanted to draw my favorite guys being happy for once.

I feel like my art always ends up being in a modern au idk how, it just keeps happening

[iamfuckingsorry]

"Do you know where we are going next?" I asked ART.

Y'know what, I think maybe I don't need any more Murderbot books. I think maybe ending things here is fucking perfect and as much as I love Wells's writing I'm genuinely not sure it can get better for me.

Like, so much of the books are about MB learning how to be a person, about becoming okay with being a complete individual with everything it entails. The first thing it does once it's actually allowed to decide on its own is it runs away from it all (admittedly to go on a mission to confirm some things about its past, because it genuinely just wants to be *good*). It shoves all its emotions away as much as it's able to. Then shit happens, and it makes its first friends, makes decisions based on these friendships, goes through a lot of emotionally intense situations...

And we get to this point here. MB having zero doubts about going with ART says a lot about its relationship with ART, but it also says a lot about its relationship with its humans - it knows that wherever it goes, when it comes back, the humans will still be there. Its humans actively acknowledge its struggles with being a now-free SecUnit and MB is willing to entertain the discussions to an extent and share information about its deeply personal experiences. Hell, System Collapse ends with MB admitting it might be somewhat broken, but that's okay as long as it can keep doing its job, and agreeing to basically do counselling - this is the guy what would rewatch its favourite TV show again and again in order to avoid acknowledging it even had Emotions a couple books back.

Reading this, I know that MB will be okay. It has hopes and goals and genuinely believes in itself and it has an amazing support system that its willing to lean on for the first time in its life. I'm convinced it'll go on to do great things with ART. And that's really the only thing I need to know.

[abrahamvanhelsings]

the hitch in van helsing's words when he says "i beseech you" im going to cry for real this time. it's not even simply that he knows how important it is that he gets arthur to trust him, that he's conscious of their duty to all living souls and lucy herself to do this to her and how difficult this will be physically and emotionally. it's that arthur now distrusts him, cries at him in anger - arthur, the man who looks like his lost son and whom he loves because of it. the man whose love and respect he may now never get back after suggesting mutilating lucy's corpse. he isn't just desperate for all the men in that room to trust him so they can give lucy peace and keep the living safe. that's the sacrifice of his father's heart splitting in two right there. wtf alan burgon.

[lesbiansanemi]

Currently trying not to vomit over the fact that I essentially just lost almost a thousand dollars brb

[silverselfshippingchaos]

it's so funny to me how he's just 🧍‍♂️

[akascow]

im the front desk lead so i get to boss front desk people around (i hate it im so bad at being authoritative) but it also means i have to make slightly passive aggressive messages in the work chat like once a month about things ive already asked them multiple times to stay on top of but its so annoying the more i tell them and the more they just Dont do it SKJSLKAD im trying so hard to make this message look like im not mad and that im not trying to be the bitchy manager type and i dont want it to sound like im talking down to them but also like its part of ur job i shouldnt be one of the only ones doing this PLUS I SHOULDNT HAVE TO KEEP REMINDING U TO DO THIS DFJLKSLDKS

[rxttenfish]

i absolutely cannot let myself get started on another fic until im at least onto chapter 5 of caecilian but the temptation to write something of aaravi taking miranda monster hunting and describing the entire EVERYTHING there is real

[eastofedean]

8i've been thinking about the last asks i got today. and i think it's better for me to take a step back from this account. i know the anon didn't mean anything by it, but i still feel like i am being a negative presence on here and weirding people out with who i am is nothing i want. so, i am not deleting or anything. i am just gonna be less present with sharing personal things or leaving tags. I'll probably be more active on my second account where i don't have that many followers :)

[area51-escapee]

I keep getting angry at things it’s time to go to bed

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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