#james trainee a

[person25]

So…does DG act like a regular kpop idol? Like, does he make those tiktok videos dancing to his song with other kpop idols to promote?

Imagine seeing the guy who beat the shit out of you doing aeygo. My pride would be in hell, never to be seen again.

imagine being his s/o and watching act all sweet on tv and he comes home with his real personality💀

ALSO i need to know what kind of music he makes bc i NEED to see him singing and dancing Rover (by KAI)

I need an in depth abt his idol life right now.

[goldenbi]

you were salvation, i never told you [E] by goldenbi Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter TW: some violence

Harry needs to learn occlumency. Malfoy is assigned to help him. Harry finds out that Malfoy’s mind is filthy.

read it on ao3

[richardtheteacher]

How I Use SEL in My High School Lessons (And How You Can Too!)

Richard James Rogers, Award-Winning Author and Teacher, describes ten which Social Emotional Learning (SEL) practices can be incorporated into High School Lessons.

A blog post by Richard James Rogers (Award-Winning Author of The Quick Guide to Classroom Management and The Power of Praise: Empowering Students Through Positive Feedback). This blog post has been beautifully illustrated by Pop Sutthiya Lertyongphati. As high school teachers, we know that our students need more than just academic knowledge to thrive. They need tools to manage their emotions,…

[haisuken]

having a fever is my downfall because I’m sweating from how hot I am but every ac in this house is on high 😭

[hephaestiions]

It stands to reason that Harry’s holding groceries when he runs into Draco Malfoy for the first time in twenty years.

Well— doesn’t run into, exactly. No, more like peers through a shop window like a right barmy bastard, bits of overspilling lettuce brushing his arm and passers-by on Diagon shooting him strange looks.

Of course Malfoy has to look up from the till— because, yes, Draco Malfoy is a shopkeeper on Diagon Alley apparently— and see him goggling. So, of course, Harry has to step inside, as though he meant to make a stop at— right, yeah, Narcissus Needlework Studio— all along, holding brown paper packages of vegetables.

Malfoy’s frowning when Harry makes his way over to the till.

“I don’t want any trouble,” he says. “I’ve registered the shop, everything’s perfectly within regulation—“

“Trouble?” Harry blinks. “Oh, no. I’m not an Auror. Anymore.”

“I know that,” Malfoy says unhappily. “The whole Wizarding World all over Europe knows that. Only you’ve never left well enough alone, have you, Potter?”

Harry’s forty next month. He’s lived twenty years seeing hide nor hair of Draco Malfoy, and he’s never gone looking. Well, except for that one time when he was twenty one and went to the Manor as a trainee Auror for a— well, it was a routine check, really. And that other time when he was twenty five and thought he saw a man at a club who looked just like Malfoy from the back and was convinced for four months Malfoy was back in London and must be up to something if no one knew about it. And that time when he was thirty two— and, oh, alright, Harry hasn’t ever left well enough alone, not when it comes to Malfoy, at least.

This time, though, Harry really didn’t go looking. And it’s definitely Malfoy.

“I just wanted some— thread,” Harry says. A needlework studio should have some of that, shouldn’t it?

“Thread,” says Malfoy. He looks down, deliberately, at Harry’s lettuce.

“For Molly,” Harry says. “As a, um, birthday present. New shop on Diagon, thought I’d pop by. Seemed the place, you know. Didn’t know it was yours.”

Molly’s birthday, Malfoy doesn’t need to know, is in December. It’s June.

Malfoy continues to stare at him, until Harry’s unsure whether to get indignant about it all or turn tail and flee.

“Well,” says Malfoy before he can make a choice. “Embroidery yarn for you, then, Potter. Come along.”

-

“I’ll see you again, I assume,” Malfoy says at the end of what transpires to be a surprisingly smooth purchase.

Harry nods.

He only realises after he leaves that there’s no reason for him to come back. He’s seen it for himself— what Draco Malfoy’s up to these days. Nothing nefarious or suspicious, just yarn and needles and tapestries on Diagon.

Except, well, he’s committed now, hasn’t he? And Harry Potter’s a man of his word. He said yes, when Malfoy asked— Malfoy asked!— so he’ll be back.

And really, if he has to invent Hermione’s sudden new and passionate interest in needlework— well. That’s between Harry and his lettuce.

written for @drarrymicrofic’s prompt “sewing”. i just personally think harry james potter could be seventy five and still rapidly become obsessed with draco malfoy at any given moment.

[throatgoat4u]

beneath the surface

word count: 2.5k

summary: ser hates her job :)

a/n: i started this jan 31 and finished today...... welp! anywho, i hope ya'll do enjoy this. if you got tagged and weren't asked to be tagged, that is because you commented and or reblogged any matt and ser content and so i take that as you'd like to see more. if you don't wanna see more or don't wanna be tagged, let me know! enjoy!

toodles sluts :)

you ran the wet rag over the sticky countertops, scrubbing at the stubborn residue of pancake syrup. kids annoyed you to bits and pieces, but what was worse was when their parents didn’t do shit about it. corral your fucking kid, motherfucker.

you stopped and looked up when you heard mandy—your manager—call your name.

"hm? what’s up?" you asked, wiping your hands on your apron.

mandy walked over, a couple of to-go bags in hand. "james couldn’t come in today, and he canceled on us at the last minute, so we couldn’t find anyone to cover his shift. i need to make a few deliveries, and i need you to take over for a bit."

"can’t you get pearl to do it?"

"well, she wasn’t scheduled for today, so..." mandy shrugged.

"can’t you ask?" you folded your arms. you already knew you wouldn’t be able to do it—not today, at least.

 see, you had had a pretty shitty shift. the morning rush had been terrible—the diner was packed, and you were rushing around like crazy, trying to appease all the needy customers. one lady had sent her pancakes back four times because they weren’t fluffy enough, or they weren’t cooked correctly, or whatever bullshit excuse she had come up with. when she tried to send them back a fifth time, you’d had enough.

you told her she was going to shut up and eat those pancakes, or you’d shove them down her throat for her—and make her pay for every single one she sent back.

she ate the pancakes. but she also filed a complaint with your father, who made sure to give you a very stern talk on customer service. and you’d think that would be the worst of it, but no—that was just the start.

about an hour later, you were brewing a fresh pot of coffee when a trainee came up to ask you a question. unfortunately, they startled you, which sent the entire pot of coffee spilling all over you. this was bad for two reasons: one, it burned like hell. two, you were wet—very wet.

you barely made it to the back room your father had built just for these situations before your legs gave out, shifting into your tail. luckily, the room was stocked with plenty of towels, so you dried off as fast as possible. within moments, your legs were back.

and now, you’d think that’s where this shit ended, but no, it motherfucking didn’t.

you were taking an order for this family of seven—absolute chaos. the kids were screaming, crying, climbing over the booth, and one looked dangerously close to throwing up. you could barely hear the dad over the madness, so when his order came out and you handed him his food, he took one look at it, shot up from his seat, and started cussing you out. full-volume, veins-popping, calling you every name in the book like you personally set out to ruin his life.

and of course, you couldn’t even clap back, because you were already on thin ice with your father.

to make matters worse, his bitchass wife—who had  a resting face that looked like she just smelled expired milk, had foundation three shades too light with an orange neck, and lips so overfilled they looked like they were running away from her face—glared at you like you had just burned her house down. the audacity.

as if that wasn’t bad enough, you could tell she was a trumpie. the energy was just there. like she was one wrong look away from calling you “sweetheart” and telling you to find a real job.

“ser, i asked. she’s with some guy named chuck or something,” mandy said flatly.

you let out a long, heavy sigh. “fiiiiine. i guess i’ll take over. but i’m clocking out the second you get back, okay?”

“sure, sure.” mandy nodded, already making her way toward the exit.

it had been about twenty minutes since she left, and thankfully, the diner wasn’t too busy. most of the customers were regulars—easy to deal with, actually nice, and tipping well. your mood had started to improve. that is, until a certain someone walked in.

matt.

he waltzed inside like he owned the place, bethany clinging to his side, his arm casually draped around her waist, and his little posse trailing behind them.

the moment you saw that smug smirk plastered across his infuriatingly handsome face, you wanted to shoot yourself. and bethany? you weren’t even going to get started on bethany.

the group slid into a booth, and you took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself before walking over. “well, hello there! how’s it going today?” you asked, voice dripping with forced enthusiasm as you flipped your notepad to a clean page.

matt leaned back in the booth, a cocky grin spreading across his face as his eyes dragged over you. "oh, you know, just living the dream. but now that you're here, things just got a whole lot better," he said, voice thick with arrogance. "how about you, sweetheart? surviving the grind?"

you sucked your teeth, biting back the urge to snap. over the past few weeks since you’d been back on land, matt had been nothing but a pain in your ass. he made a habit of showing up during your shifts, sitting around just to flirt with you—no matter how often you shot him down. his voice alone was grating, but the pet names? the fucking pet names.

sweetheart. princess. ma’am. miss ser.

and the worst of all—woman.

the way he said it, the way he spoke about women in general, made your skin crawl. it was so dismissive, so objectifying, like they were nothing more than a body to him. he was pure scum, and you couldn’t stand him.

"yeah? well, i’m just here to do my job. keep the compliments to yourself, pretty boy," you said flatly, brushing him off.

matt’s smirk widened, and he leaned in, resting his chin on his hands. “oh, so you do think i’m pretty? thank you, ma’am. means a lot coming from someone like you.”

you scoffed. like hell he was actually thanking you. matt never thanked a woman for anything.

your gaze flickered to bethany, who looked ready to combust. she came here with matt, so why the hell was he flirting with you? not that you cared. that was her problem.

clearing your throat, you refocused, trying to pull matt’s attention away from your chest. “your order?”

you went around the table, scribbling down each person’s order before snapping your notepad shut. “alright, your food will be out shortly.” without another word, you turned on your heel and headed for the kitchen, exhaling a breath you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding.

“hey, larry,” you mumbled, handing him the notepad.

larry let out a low whistle as he scanned the order. he didn’t even have to ask who it was for—he just gave you a look of sympathy. “the kid’s back again?”

all you could do was nod, too exhausted to say anything. thirty more minutes, you reminded yourself. thirty more minutes, and i can go home, get into bed, and sleep.

“you know,” larry mused, still flipping through the order, “he must really like you to keep comin’ back like this. it’s like one of those rom-com things ya show me. the boy’s always pining after the girl, doin’ anything to see her, talk to her—”

“he likes the way i look, larry. not who i am, not what i think, not anything that actually fucking matters. just the surface-level shit.”

“y’never know, kid.”

“oh, trust me, larry. i know.”

you knew you couldn’t hide in the kitchen talking to larry forever. their food wasn’t going to serve itself, so you sucked it up, grabbed the plates—balancing them with practiced ease—and made your way over. plastering on your most painfully forced smile, you started setting the plates down in front of each person.

“aaaalright, now y’all just let me know if you need anything else, okay?" you said, voice dripping with fake sweetness.

the group nodded, and you flashed them another empty smile. "enjoy."

without another glance, you turned on your heel and went behind the counter, wiping down whatever needed cleaning. mandy would be back soon, and you needed the place spotless—needed her to put in a good word with your father.

but for some reason, your eyes kept drifting back to matt. it wasn’t jealousy, not even close, but the way bethany clung to him like he was the last man on earth made you feel… sick. how could someone degrade themselves like that? throwing themselves at a guy who so clearly didn’t give a single shit about them, their feelings, their well-being. it was pathetic. shallow. nauseating.

but then again, maybe it was because he was really good-looking. his sharp cheekbones, the way those messy brown curls framed his face just right, the icy blue eyes that—no matter how hard you fought it—always made you shiver when they locked onto you.

but that was it. that was all. he was hot, and that’s where his qualities ended. just another brainless manwhore who tried to get into the pants of anything with a pulse—and unfortunately, always succeeded.

finally, after what felt like years of enduring loud, obnoxious guys talking about women like they were nothing more than objects—plus one too many crude jokes at your expense courtesy of matt—they were finally done. you handed them the bill, already knowing what was coming. no tip. not that you expected one, but it was still a slap in the face.

luckily, mandy had made it back, meaning you were free to clock out. after saying your goodbyes to larry and mandy, you stepped outside, finally escaping that godforsaken diner. but going home didn’t feel right—not yet. you needed air. needed quiet. so instead, you headed to the beach, veering toward the more secluded area, away from the sand and up onto the hill. just past it were the rocks, your favorite spot, especially at night.

the ocean stretched endlessly before you, moonlight reflecting off its surface in soft, shifting patterns. waves crashed against the jagged rocks below, the spray catching the light as it rose and disappeared into

the night. the air was crisp, carrying the scent of salt and something familiar—something that always made you think of her.

merissa.

your mother was the first person to ever bring you here. you remembered that day so vividly. you and your father had gotten into yet another fight about responsibility, about how you’d never last on land if you didn’t start acting right. he always saw you as reckless, as someone who would never learn from their mistakes. but of course you made mistakes—you were a kid. harsh words had been exchanged, ones you could never forget, and the look he’d given you that day still made your stomach churn.

you lowered yourself onto the rocks, letting the cool stone ground you as you stared out at the restless ocean. sometimes, if you tuned everything else out—let the crashing waves drown out the noise in your head—you could still feel her beside you. holding you. telling you everything would be okay. that one day, your father would see you for who you truly were.

matt shoved his hands in his pockets, tilting his head with that insufferably smug grin. “damn, sweetheart, you wound me. here i was, thinking you snuck off just to get a moment alone with me.” he let out a low chuckle, stepping closer. “but hey, if you wanted some one-on-one time, all you had to do was ask.”

“you came to me!”

“that i did.” he nodded, that cheeky smile still playing on his lips. “now miss ser, if you care to enlighten me, what are you doing here?”

you scoff, rolling your eyes as you turn away from him. “none of your damn business, pretty boy.” you mutter, focusing back on the waves. “now go run along back to bethany or whatever groupie you’ve got waiting for you.”

matt chuckles, stepping closer as he tilts his head. "jealous, are we? don’t worry, sweetheart, there’s plenty of me to go around—though i gotta admit, you’d be my favorite if you just gave in already."

you shrug nonchalantly, barely sparing him a glance. “if you think i’m gonna fight over your attention, you’re dumber than you look. go ahead, keep thinking you’re some kind of prize, but i’m good.”

matt grins, clearly enjoying himself. “oh, i’m sure you’re good, princess. but deep down, i know you’re curious. why else would you keep looking at me like that?”

you cross your arms, a slight smirk tugging at your lips. “you seriously think i’m curious about anything that comes out of your mouth? you must be real full of yourself.”

he scoots closer, plopping down next to you with that signature cocky grin still plastered on his face. “it’s not just what i say, it’s how i say it. you can’t tell me you don’t feel something when i’m around.”

you scoff, not looking at him, trying to stay in control of the situation. “yeah, what i feel is annoyance. that’s the only thing i get from you.”

there’s a beat of silence. matt leans back slightly, his posture casual, but his eyes study you more intently now. he seems to sense something you can’t quite put your finger on. “sure, kid,” he says, voice a bit softer, though his trademark arrogance is still there. “keep lying to yourself.”

you bite your lip, pretending to ignore the flicker of something inside you, something that shifts just a little when he’s close. it’s so small, you almost think you imagined it. but you don't let it show. you glance out at the ocean, focusing on the waves crashing against the rocks. it’s easier to pretend you don’t feel the tension when you’re not looking at him. 

matt shifts next to you, the smallest of pauses before he speaks again, his tone quieter now. “you know... you’re more complicated than you let on.”

you feel the words linger in the air, and even though you want to brush it off, there's a flicker—just the tiniest shift in your chest that catches you off guard. but it’s gone before you can fully recognize it. you make sure your voice stays level. “complicated? or maybe you’re just not paying attention.”

he chuckles, leaning back against the rocks. “maybe. or maybe you just don’t want me to.”

there’s a subtle shift in the air, like a change in the tide. but just as quickly, it’s gone—leaving nothing behind except the faintest crack in the wall you’ve built. you feel it, but you bury it, dismissing it like everything else. because you don’t have time for that. not now. not ever.

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[greyeyedmonster-18]

Five Times Sirius Black Fucked James Potter and One Time He Didn't

(in a slytherin!sirius au...part 3/5. read parts one, and two here)

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James could hear his mother's voice in his head telling him to stop fidgeting as he continued to adjust the shoulders of his new Healer’s robes. Allegedly, this was how they were supposed to fit, the typical loose sleeves of other robes an occupational hazard. Apparently. As he waited in front of the double doors past the reception of St. Mungos, he was already counting the days until he was no longer a trainee and respected enough to show up to St. Mungo’s in robes far more comfortable.

But as it was, today was a special occasion at St. Mungo’s, the entire hospital buzzing around him, in preparation for the arrival of a donor--investor?--someone who wanted to sign over too much money St. Mungo’s to support the development of a children's ward. Most of the trainees were given the sage orders to stay out of the way and not do anything stupid. One of James’s colleagues was actually given the day off in lieu of coming it at all, to avoid any major catastrophes, everyone eager and anxious to impress. 

Except James.

Not you, Potter. People like you. You have that kind of face that people like. And James was given two orders from his supervisor in preparation for greeting the donor at the entrance of the hospital: 1) look presentable and 2) be charming. 

Both of which would’ve been a lot easier to do if he hadn’t felt like he was crammed into his robes like stuffed sausage, and if the mysterious donor wasn’t already ten minutes late. Nearly fifteen. He sighed, glancing up at the clock on the wall for the hundredth time.

“Did I miss them, Grace?” he asked the receptionist witch, leaving his position behind the desk to stand in front of it.

“Who, Mr. Potter?”

“I’m not exactly sure, I wasn’t given specifics,” he said, “Only to be here at 10 am sharp to greet some…old, rich, prat, and they are the ones who are late.”

“I’m not--”

“And why wouldn’t they be? It makes perfect sense. They can just buy back the time they lost, and surely everyone else has nothing better to do than wait for them.”

“Sir--”

“I’m sorry, I know, this isn’t your fault,” James sighed, “It’s just the principle of it all. I understand they’re giving us money, doing us a favor even. All that gold in a vault, and they couldn’t buy themselves a watch?” 

“James--” she stressed, dropping formalities to give him a look with wide eyes and a polite smile.

“Sorry, you’re just trying to work. I’ll keep my mouth shut, don’t worry,” he teased, turning back around to resume his waiting for the selfish, rude, prick, he was supposed to be meeting, but his pasted-on smile quickly faded from his face. “No.” he whispered under his breath, so soft James barely registered he had spoken at all. 

The years had been kind to Sirius Black. 

Too kind. Too. Kind.

Dark curls skimming his shoulders now, and skin more golden than James remembered it being five years ago, like he had just finished a holiday. Well-fitted grey suit and a black tie, expensive robes draped over his shoulders with casual elegance. The same dark eyelashes. The same cocky smirk. The same burning in his finger tips, confident voice suddenly caught in his throat at the sight of Sirius.

Nearly twenty-five, and James felt all of seventeen again. Or nineteen.

“By all means, please continue. I am eager to hear what was coming next after old, rich, prat,” Sirius said, counting off the descriptors on his fingertips, “Unfortunately, only two of those things are correct.”

“So you admit you’re a prat,” James said instantly, unable to stop himself.

“I was admitting to being old,” Sirius responded, rolling up the sleeve of his robes to reveal a gold watch with a handsome teal face. “As you can see, I do own a watch, and I am perfectly on time, early even. My correspondence indicated I would arrive at half-ten.”

James felt insane staring at Sirius, starched Healer robes becoming hotter and more stifling by the minute, “Your correspondence said ten.”

“Did it?”

“I--” James didn’t have a rebuttal. He did not see the letter, he hadn’t even known who this investor was going to be and was merely following instructors from Healer Bones. For all James knew, he was sent to stand out at reception a half-hour early just in case. For all James knew, no one was expected until noon, and he was just supposed to say “yes!”. 

“No matter. What did you say your name was?”

“I didn’t.”

“Sirius Black,” Sirius said, grey eyes twinkling with unreleased laughter as he put on a show for the receptionist, extending his hand to James as if they had never met. Meanwhile, Grace had made herself quite busy with paperwork, keeping a smile on her face, cheeks tinted pink.

“James Potter.” James extended his hand to meet Sirius’s, shaking it briefly. Black didn’t break eye contact, their warm palms meshing together. “Welcome to St. Mungo’s, we are so…honored to have you,” he managed. If Sirius was going to put on a show, so was James. 

“Are you a Healer here?”

He pulled his hands away from Sirius’s, carefully placing both behind his back, “Trainnee, and given the responsibility of greeting you. If you can follow me, Mr. Black, Healer Bones, and Healer Fletscher are waiting for you, and will be thrilled to speak with you further.”

“Oh, but we were just getting to know each other.”

“What a shame,” James replied, with a fake smile, and watched as Sirius rolled his eyes in response now that they were further away from reception, walking through the double doors together. 

It was primal.

But James could smell him. Feel him as they walked in pace, shoulders brushing against one another, perhaps intentionally. Every inch of James was screaming, and he barely contained his sigh of relief once he saw the faces of his supervisors, rushing to greet Sirius and make a good impression.

“Mr. Black, we are so pleased you could make time for us today,” Healer Bones said, presenting her hand to Sirius. James had to stifle his own eye-roll as Healer Bones’s cheeks even flushed as Sirius began speaking. Because why wouldn’t they?

The charm.

The smile.

James knew. Of course, James knew. Even after five years, of no contact-- not a letter, not a run-in on the streets of Diagon Alley, nothing-- James knew how disarming Sirius Black could be without saying a single word. 

James had made a vow, though, at the front of an aisle, his family and friends gathered around him, holding hands with a beautiful, kind, caring, woman, that the night before his wedding was the last time. And it was. 

A marriage.

A war.

A child, who was now almost five years old. 

James kept his vow, staying clear of Sirius, no matter how many times a tiny thought crept into the back of his mind, wondering where he was, how he was, what he was doing, who he spent his time with, every question under the sun. And now Sirius was here, wiggling his way into his supervisors’s minds the way he had done with James. 

Good luck getting him to leave.

Healer Bones turned into puddy in Sirius’s palm, Healer Fletscher seemed to be standing up straighter, gesturing proudly and broadly to the conference room, talking in a voice much louder and lower than he usually did. Did James look the same when he began to unravel around Sirius? 

Absolutely foolish?

“I hope you’ll forgive my lateness, I was merely engrossed in conversation with Mr. Potter here, and completely lost track of the time,” Sirius’s voice cut into James’s thoughts.

So he was late. Bloody prick.

“No trouble at all. I am glad to hear Mr. Potter was a pleasure. He is one of our finest trainees, has a bright future ahead of him,” Healer Fletscher said. 

“Is that so?” Sirius asked, tilting his head and looking at James. “Well, then I’d love to take this opportunity and have Mr. Potter give me a tour of the hospital. Hear more about this bright future and, of course, the future of our collaboration together.” 

“I really don’t think that's necessary,” James said quickly, “Healer Bones, didn’t you say you wanted me--” but James stopped short, noticing the expression on his supervisor’s face that clearly indicated shut up, if he wants a tour, you’re giving him the tour.

“Nothing that can’t wait until this afternoon, if you don’t mind, Potter,” she said, unblinking. 

James smiled, thinking he would rather die than be left alone with Sirius Black, “Of course.”

If Sirius heard the nearly pathetic, whispered whine James made in the back of his throat, sounding an awful lot like his toddler when he didn’t get his way as he walked back down the hallway to begin the tour, he didn’t say anything.

Just smirked.

Dragon hide boots clicking on the tile floor as they made it past the double doors once more.

“You know who I am, you twat.” James remarked, as soon as they were out of earshot and heading into the magical elevators to the second floor. All facades dropped.

“Sure, I do, Jason.”

“You’ve been to the hospital before, you don’t need a bloody tour,”  

“Maybe,” he mused.

“And I knew you were late. Fifteen minutes! You’re such a bloody arsehole.”

“Now, that’s no way to speak to someone who is about to generously donate hundreds of galleons to this hospital.”

“What are you doing here anyway? Sudden change of heart and surge of kindness? Quarter-life crisis? Finally got bored of tucking yourself in with your piles of money and thought you’d take pity on some sick kids? Good publicity? Need to clear the Black name? Or did you just come here to see me?”

“Your ego is showing, Potter. Careful, someone might notice.”

“You’re one to talk. People have jobs to do, you know. This is a hospital, with sick people. Who need us. We can’t just drop everything to cater to you--And this is the Magical Maladies and Injuries Wing, it has approximately 200 beds, and is usually our most impacted unit.” James said, half-heartedly gesturing to the wing as a small group of Healers walked by them, nodding to Sirius, “--and your empty promise to build a new bloody ward or cure Dragon Pox, or whatever else you told them you would do. It’s rude, and it’s cruel, and--”

“Are you going to let me speak?”

“Not if I can help it,” James said quickly, and louder than he intended. 

It was a strategy and the best of options James could think up in such a short time. The quickest tour known to man, and stop Sirius from talking to him. Because that was the problem.

He had been just fine. With his wife, and his kid, and his home in Godrics Hollow, and his blossoming career.

He was fine.

Sirius was the problem, and they were both better off.

Except.

“Okay, fine, this one time, you can talk because I actually do want to know the answer of how you got here, but after that…”

Sirius laughed softly, slowing down the pace of his steps, and the sense of urgency James had to get this done as soon as possible. “My parents have both passed, my Uncle is deceased, which means the Black vault finally belongs entirely to me, and I get to choose what to do with it,” he said, “I’m looking for some worthwhile investments, and this seemed like a good place to start.”

“Why?”

“Why not?” Sirius asked back, shrugging, “As you might say, I can tuck myself in with my bags of gold and donate to a hospital that is in need at the same time. There’s more than enough to go around.”

“...Galleons?”

“Yes,” Sirius stated simply, “Merlin knows I don’t need all of it.”

“Well, now I feel like the arsehole.”

“Good.”

“I take it back.”

Sirius grinned, as they stepped into the elevator to the third floor, and his heart turned upside down in his chest. It was just a smile.

This was just a tour.

You have a life. You have a wife. 

“You really didn’t know I worked here?” James asked cautiously, all too aware of how stupid he sounded. 

For Merlin’s Sake.

“No,” Sirius said, “That was a pleasant surprise.”

“Oh.” pleasant. 

“Why did you decide to become a Healer?”

James swallowed, taken aback at the question, and looked down at the floor, running a hand through his hair, “I was forced to go into hiding…and it’s a helpless feeling to know people are out there fighting and you’re trapped inside, and so many people were injured and killed…I just told myself if I got out alive, I’d try to save more lives in the future to make up for it.”

“How noble.”

“I was being sincere.”

“So was I,” Sirius stopping their walk in the middle of the hallway, just outside a group of patient rooms. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you're okay.”

“Not worth anything,” James replied briskly, tugging at the stiff collar of his robes, and pulling down the sleeves. 

“Stop pulling. They look good on you.”

“On the right, you’ll see a wing dedicated in the name of Griselda S. Harrington, she was a Healer who--” James began loudly. 

“It’s just you and me now, Potter.”

“Exactly.”

“How’s your wife?” he quipped.

“Exactly,”  James repeated and stopped in his tracks at the end of the hallway near the annex. “Can we just…can I just give you a tour? Can I just fulfill this obligation I have to appease the hospital, and you can give us your money, and we can go back to…”

“Pretending the other doesn’t exist?” Sirius finished, with a raise of his eyebrow. James closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Was that what he was doing? “That was…nice, wasn’t it?” 

He felt Sirius’s hand on the side of his face and opened his eyes again. Sirius’s robe sleeve was hanging down his arm, and just beneath the cuff of his shirt sleeve, at this angle, James could make out the beginnings of a tattoo. That was new. 

What else is new?

“I don’t need nice,” Sirius said, but James grabbed Sirius’s wrist, taking his hand off his face and pushing it down. “Hm. I guess I didn’t realize you did. Guess somethings change, Potter…”

Forgive me.

“Let’s take the stairs this time around,” James offered, inclining his head to the door they were closer to, rather than making their way back toward the elevators.

“I can’t care, Potter.” 

Forgive me, please.

James pulled Sirius’s arm roughly through the doors before shoving him against the wall of the stairwell. It was satisfying to see grey eyes grow wide with surprise; to hear Sirius’s breathing hitch just slightly. James slotted one of his legs between Sirius’s, grinding his hips into Sirius’s and biting at his ear. 

“P-Potter,” Sirius gasped, head inclining backward onto the wall. Five years later, and maybe this time James could finally have the upper hand. 

James’s hand moved slowly down Sirius’s chest, expensive dress shirt beneath his fingers, until he reached the waistband of his trousers secured with a dragonhide belt. Gold buckle. 

He pulled the it upward, unhooking it, the metal prong clanging against the frame of the buckle.

“Potter,” Sirius said again lowly, head still against the wall, chest rising and falling rapidly. One of his hands on James’s forearm. 

“Hm?

“This is--” James undid the fly of Sirius’s trousers. How easy they fell to the ground, sitting crumpled around Sirius’s ankles, undoubtedly expensive material simply ruined, collecting Merlin knows what else from the stairwell floor. Bare thighs covered in dark, dark hair.

“You were saying, pretty boy?” James asked, before pressing his hand firmly against the visible bulge in Sirius’s briefs. “About not needing nice? You think I need nice?”

“I don’t, I didn’t--” Sirius breathed, but couldn’t manage the rest, James’s mouth cutting off his words. Tongue darting deep into Sirius’s mouth with such force, he felt Sirius’s grip tighten around James’s arm. 

This was better.

The moaning, the dark curls sticking to the wall behind his head, crisp white shirt pulled halfway up his torso. 

“You’re going to be death of me, I think, Black,”

James wanted nothing more than to make a mess of this man. 

“I can live with that.”

go to part four

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pspspspsp 18 &/or 20

(-amloth)

@hr-twink Come pick up your order! It's ready, took a bit longer than expected but here ya go, it's so fucking long for a drabble 😭. Anyway don't be scared, it's chill and if you see any mistakes, you can harass me about it. 🤚

20 - "Please stop."

Fighting against the natural reactions of your body was hard, James already knew that, learned a long time ago, and didn't need the fucking MI5 to teach him that.

But that didn't stop him from trying; to not shiver or stutter, to not cry or fall apart, not give them something to laugh and talk about later, at the pub, once bored of putting trainees through RTI. They had come for him in the morning, before dawn, and brought him to some shitty cell where he had been stripped naked with his wrists tied behind his back.

He did not break at first, humiliating words passing over him like nothing, then it was a few pushes becoming slaps across the face. Sometimes left alone in the dark, sometimes they would just come in to just throw gross jokes at his face, sometimes kicked. Just interrupted by questioning, about himself, his life, his relationships, his ‘work’, to get him to talk.

He had almost fallen asleep when they came back to throw cold water over him, eyes snapping back open to stare at them, one standing over him and the other by the door.

A sharp gasp escaped his throat as he curled himself in a ball, almost laying fully on the ground, pressing his face against the concrete floor. A hand came to grab a handful of his blonde hair to pull him up on his knees just so a rough palm could meet his face once again, his cheek throbbing with the warmth of the pain.

“Are you ready to talk now?” The man had said and James didn't reply.

The man sighed and let go of his hair before kicking him in the stomach, drawing groans of pain out of him, teeth gritted to avoid crying. Curling himself up even more, not even able to protect himself when the man kicked him a second time for good measure and tears were already pooling in his eyes.

He knew he wasn't good at resisting or taking hits. Sobs finally making it out of his mouth, fear gnawing at his insides and no amount of “this is just an exercise”, “they won't actually hurt you” and other meaningless words said by a River wanting to reassure him a few days ago weren’t enough for him to keep it together.

Staying on the ground, forehead pressed against the concrete floor as tears run down his face, biting on his lips to not make noises and let the man know.

Another bucket of cold water is thrown over him and he sucks in a sharp breath. His body shakes and he lets out a few more cries, trying to tense the muscles in his shoulders and back to reduce the tremors. How long was it supposed to keep going?

He wishes that at least he could hide. He doesn't need anyone to feel humiliated, himself is enough.

Something of a mumble or maybe of an aborted sentence, escaped his lips, he pressed his eyes closed, so hard, it made it build a throbbing pressure under his eyelids as he tried to calm his erratic breathing.

“Please stop.” He finally mumbled in between the sobs and painful whimpers that were escaping his throat by now, a meek voice, hoarse from the cold, the cries and the shame rotting in his stomach.

The agents just stared down at him, grinning then talking to each other as if he wasn't there. He doesn't want to understand what they are saying, doesn't want to care about it, he hears them go away, slamming the door behind them. Is it the end? Did being a fucking pussy made him fail?

He started to rock himself slowly, back and forth as pieces of lessons came back and soon were flooding his brain. 4-7-8 technique and R2I and a few more concepts and acronyms that meant nothing once thrown in the field. But it wasn't even the true field, a poor decorum of reality.

He thought of River too, River so excited for training or really about anything that involved not sitting in an office, River so happy to tell him about his grandad's stories, River wanting to prove himself worthy.

Eyes still closed as he reenacted the breathing technique he was taught to ease his breath and untangle his brain from all the thoughts drowning it. He stayed like that a moment, breathing in, hold, breathing out, hold, over and over.

He heard noises again, heavy steps, sounds of struggle that were getting closer and closer. Finally the door opened again and he flinched, somehow found a way to push himself back against the opposite wall, bracing himself for a house that didn't come.

He recognized him immediately, all in long limbs and with a few red marks across his face and parts of his body on which James’ gaze didn't dare to linger. He had probably resisted more than he did, probably.

They pushed him inside the cell and he slumped to his knees before curling on himself, unmoving on the floor while the men closed the door and left them in the half-darkness. Then starting to shift, on his knees.

James watched him cough, violent coughs making him tremble, he saw the muscle of his bare back tense and spasms under the skin and didn't feel right to see him struggle like that and he averted his eyes. Choosing instead to focus on a point on the wall for a long moment as he heard more gurgling noises. Noises of River throwing up, of spitting on the concrete.

“You're okay, Cartwright?” He whispered in the silence of the room.

He saw him nod, they both know it's pretend but he understands, he would do the same. James moved with some difficulty and once close to him, he gently nudged River's arm with his elbow. The ginger man lifted his head to look back at him with eyes puffy and red from tears, drools and some vomit still dripping down his chin. He looked so much more like a kicked puppy now.

Then River leaned closer to press himself against him, flesh against flesh, to get some warmth, and it's almost comforting. His face ends up against the hollow of Spider's neck and James realized that he didn't mind. Surely they will make it out alive, a bit fucked up but alive. River can become something else than Cartwright's grandson and he can become someone. They've got each other.

[7a-updates]

JAMES UPDATE: FANS SAID THEY SAW JAMES AS JUNGKOOK’S BACK UP DANCER FOR SUGA/AGUST D’S CONCERT

[itspheenixbaby]

re : introducing my group, idol dr.

i just realized you have to go to the dot-com to get 30 pictures! so now im making another introduction for my idol dr WITH PICTURESS!! WHAAAT???

now playing - american idiot by greenday.

seven minutes to heaven

subunits (s&s)..

AKA ; charlies angels,

the fashionable, fast talking, quick witted and smart mouthed 14-member global co-ed idol group who debuted in the summer of 2022 under hybe entertainment. the group was formed via god-knows-what, we werent trainees, werent on a competition show and had sparse social media presences pre-debut. all really known is that our managers: charlie & charlie, disappeared for four years, determined to make a successful idol group and 7mth was the product of their efforts.

7mth is split into two main sub units divided by gender; soul & spirit.

both groups mostly release separately but have a group project once a year.

our music blends funk, rock, east coast rap and carribbean music while giving it a soul twist.

soul, 7mth & spirit make different styles of music, all with the same "vibe".

🎶 same vibe as...

sergio mendes, pharrel, jamiroquai, james brown, lucy pearl, black eyed peas

known for ;

musicality.

versatility.

solo projects.

soul vocals.

powerful, stable & wide range vocals.

"angelic" harmonies.

humor, chemistry, charisma.

PEOPLE

members..

s/o

me!

"honorary" members..

managers..

OTHER POSTS

scenarios

group collaborations : panty & stocking with garterbelt, tokidoki, jjba.

group ambassadorships : victorias secret, bape, babyphat, ed hardy, loubiton.

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday another quality Scottish Actor, James McAvoy.

Born April 21st 1979 in Glasgow, McAvoy is one of the hottest properties in Hollywood, the charismatic Glaswegian had actually intended joining the navy or the priesthood before he stumbled upon acting as a career. James was 16 when the actor and director David Hayman visited St Thomas Aquinas school in Drumchapel to give a talk on Shakespeare and ended up being heckled by some class troublemakers. "I felt bad for him," recalls James. "So I went up at the end and said, 'Thanks very much. That was very interesting,' and asked him if I could make the tea, do some work experience, if he was ever doing another film." McAvoy was taken by surprise when Hayman called back four months later asking him to audition. He tried out and won a role in the feature film The Near Room.

McAvoy hadn't planned on becoming an actor, even when he got the part in the movie, but admitted later he changed his mind when he got a crush on co-star Alana Brady. A small role in the TV movie An Angel Passes By followed, and soon after, McAvoy decided to train at the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama. To pay his way, for two years he did the early shift at a bakery as a trainee confectioner before heading off to school each morning. In 2000, at the age of 20, he moved to London and soon after, landed a plum role in Steven Spielberg's acclaimed mini-series, Band of Brothers.

Since then he has appeared in the brilliant Shameless which he starred opposite Anne-Marie Duff, whom he later married, the couple divorced in 2016.

Other roles, before and after Shameless include, Foyle's War, Frank Herbert's Children of Dune, State of Play and Shakespea Re-Told.

On the big screen he was excellent dodgy cop, Bruce Robertson in Irvine Welsh's Filth, which I watched again the other night night, before that he was in The Last King of Scotland as Dr. Nicholas Garrigan, over the pond is more well known as the young Charles Xavier / Professor X in several X-Men flicks.

James voiced Hazel a new TV series adaptation of Watership down in 2018, He also appeared in Glass, the third in a series of films, the others being, Unbreakable and Split. He ended 2018 on the small screen featuring in His Dark Materials as well as finding time to star in National Theatre Live: Cyrano de Bergerac in the title role.

James was in the Psychological Horror moie Speak No Evil last year, he has a couple of projects on the go, according to IMDb media page, James stars and directs Speak No Evil, the story of how two Dundee , who as Silibil N' Brains, a rap duo pretended to be American in order to be taken seriously by the record industry and ended up touring with Eminem. He is also in the thriller Common with Julanne Moore and the third film is called Turn up the sun, a thriller set in the UK.

McAvoy earned praise last week in Glasgow for taking time to chat to fans and pose for selfie whilst filming the first of the three films, on described him as a "pure gem of a guy."

[literaryavenger]

Captain America: Civil War - 2

Summary: After Peggy's funeral, Steve, Sam and you go to Bucharest to track down Bucky before the FBI kills him, or at least tries to.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of violence. Language. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: Here's part two of Civil War and the first look into a Bucky x Reader relationship! That's my goal, anyway. Hope you enjoy!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist

It’s been a sad few days for Steve, he’s been crying a lot after the news that Peggy died.

You and Sam offered to go with him to the funeral so now you’re both sitting in the first row as Steve and five other guys carry the coffin.

“And now, I would like to invite Sharon Carter to come up and say a few words.” the priest says and Steve’s old neighbor Agent 13, steps up to the podium.

Your eyes widen a little in shock and elbow Sam while looking at her, then Sam nudges Steve and nods to her.

“Margaret Carter was known to most as a founder of SHIELD… but I just knew her as Aunt Peggy.” Sharon starts the eulogy and you look at Steve who's just as surprised to see her. “She had a photograph in her office. Aunt Peggy standing next to JFK. As a kid, that was pretty cool. But it was a lot to live up to. Which is why I never told anyone we were related.”

She looks directly at Steve before continuing. “I asked her once how she managed to master diplomacy and espionage in a time when no one wanted to see a woman succeed at either. And she said, compromise where you can. But where you can't, don't. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move… it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye and say ‘No. You move.’.”

Her words hit you deep, and you’re sure they hit Steve deep, too.

Peggy was clearly a very smart woman, and the fact that she helped found SHIELD and was such a badass made her your inspiration when you were a trainee and ever since you became an agent. Sharon’s words just made you more and more sure that not signing the Accords is the right thing to do.

-

After the funeral Steve asks you and Sam for a moment alone, so you hug him before letting him have some peace, making your way to the hotel you’re all staying at with Sam.

You’re in the hotel bar when the news comes on with the bombing in Vienna. You and Sam exchange a worried glance and set out to find Steve right away.

You find him near the elevators with Sharon just as the elevator arrives.

“Thanks for walking me back.” Sharon says and as Steve answers “Sure” you get close to them.

“Steve.” you grab his attention.

“There’s something you gotta see.” Sam finishes.

We all go up to Sharon’s hotel room to turn on the news that’s all about the UN bombing in Vienna and how the culprit is believed to be James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier HYDRA asset and formerly known as Sergeant Barnes, Steve’s best friend.

They talk about the death of King T’Chaka and you look at Steve who seems as concerned as you are as you quietly say. “That’s not good.” And he agrees with a nod.

“I have to go to work.” Sharon says and you all know what has to be done.

-

Sam, Steve and you flew to Vienna with Sharon and now you and Sam are in a coffee shop waiting for Steve while he talks to Natasha.

“How can you eat at a time like this?!” you whisper shout to Sam, annoyed.

“What am I supposed to do, starve?” He answers and you roll your eyes but before you can say anything back, Steve steps next to him.

“She tell you to stay out of it?” you ask him, knowing Natasha pretty well.

“Might have a point.” Sam comments casually.

“He'd do it for me.” Steve says back.

“1945, maybe.” Sam says and you roll your eyes and try to be a little more sensitive than Sam.

“I just want to make sure we consider all our options.” you gently say, but Sam cuts in.

“Yeah, the people that shoot at you usually wind up shooting at us.” He says and can’t really fight him on that, he’s not wrong.

Sharon appears next to Steve and starts talking quietly without looking at any of us.

“Tips have been pouring in since that footage went public. Everybody thinks the Winter soldier goes to their gym. Most of it is noise. Except for this.” She slides Steve a file. “My boss expects a briefing, pretty much now, so that's all the head start you're gonna get.”

“Thank you.” Steve says as he takes the file.

“And you're gonna have to hurry. We have orders to shoot on sight.” she says and leaves as the three of you exchange a worried glance. Without wasting any time, you make your way out of the coffee shop and to the airport, destination: Bucharest.

-

You get to the right address and go separate ways. Sam gets to the roof of the building that Steve enters to look for Barnes and you go to the roof of the other building, where you have an eye on both Sam and, thanks to the scope on your rifle, you can see Steve even through the covered windows.

You see Steve enter the small apartment and look around, then he goes to the kitchen and picks up what looks like a notebook and opens it. Then you hear Sam’s voice through the comms.

“Heads up, Cap. German Special Forces approaching from the south.” You notice movement behind Steve as Sam talks.

“Understood.” Steve says as you see Barnes has entered the apartment.

“Steve, turn around.” You tell him through the comms and he slowly does.

“Do you know me?” You can hear Steve ask, but can’t hear Bucky’s response because he's talking too quietly.

“They've set the perimeter.” Sam says, but you’re still focused on Bucky inside the building.

“I know you're nervous. And you have plenty of reason to be.” You hear Steve say, “But you're lying.” You can see Bucky’s lips moving, but at this angle you can’t really read his lips.

“They're entering the building.” Sam says and you finally take your attention away from the apartment and look around the building as you hear Steve talk.

“Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they're not planning on taking you alive.”

“Sam, they’re on the roof.” You say through the comms.

“She’s right, I'm compromised.” He says.

“This doesn't have to end in a fight, Buck.” Steve says.

“5 seconds.” Sam says in your ear.

“You pulled me from the river. Why?” Steve keeps trying to get through to Bucky.

“3 seconds!” You say as you see them about to breach the apartment.

“Yes, you do!” Steve almost yells before you hear Sam yelling in your ear.

“Breach! Breach! Breach!” you see a grenade crash through the window. Bucky kicks it to Steve, and he smothers it with his shield.

You see Bucky shielding himself with the mattress against an attack from the window, then he blocks the door with a table as cops swing in on cables. Steve pulls the rug from under a policeman, sending him flying. Bucky slams another policeman into the wall.

“Buck, stop! You're gonna kill someone.” you hear Steve say before Bucky slams him down and punches a hole in the floor right next to his face.

You faintly hear him say, “I'm not gonna kill anyone.” Before he pulls something out the floor, throws it out the building and it lands near you.

You’re about to go see what’s in it but are distracted by Bucky and Steve hiding behind the shield together before Bucky shoves Steve into a cop and you have to stop yourself from laughing. 

Bucky holds up his metal hand and repels bullets, then slams a cop into some shelves. He picks up a large cement brick and slams it into a cop and you can see Steve fighting another cop on the balcony.

You see Bucky punch through the wall beside the door. He steps into the hallway and you lose sight of him, a second later Steve steps into the hallway and you lose him too.

“You have a visual, Sam?” You ask through the comms and he answers with a simple ‘No’.

You hear Steve say “Come on, man.” and hear his grunting as he fights.

After a minute you hear Steve say “Y/N, he’s coming your way.” and you frown.

“What do you mean he’s-” Before you can answer you can see Bucky jumping out a balcony and you let out a quiet “Holy shit.” that makes Steve groan and Sam snicker.

Bucky lands not too far away from you and, before he can get to his backpack, you put yourself in front of him so he can’t get to it.

“Hello, soldier.” you say in a teasing and vaguely flirting tone, but he simply looks at you for half a second before throwing a punch that you avoid and quickly say “Not a talker. Got it.” Before throwing a punch of your own that he easily stops, holding your arm as he sweeps your legs and in a second you’re on the ground.

Bucky picks up his backpack and runs, but a big man all dressed in black, a full face mask with pointed ears, slams into him and knocks him down. He extends his fingers and sharp claws pop out and he attacks Bucky with sweeping kicks and slashes.

Bucky fights back but is kicked into a wall, the figure swipes his claws and spins gracefully. Bucky narrowly avoids being slashed, holding up a metal bar to protect himself.

You get up and get closer to them to try and help Bucky. You kick the man off of him and protect Bucky by standing in front of him in a fighting stance.

“Bad kitty.” you tell him and can hear Steve and Sam simultaneously say “Seriously, Y/N?”

“Sam, southwest rooftop.” you hear Steve say as the cat man lunges at you. 

“Who the hell's the other guy?” Sam asks.

“About to find out.” Steve answers while you try your best to not get killed by the overgrown cat you’re fighting at the moment. The man manages to slam you into a wall and lunges at Bucky with his claws, but Bucky grabs his wrists.

You’re about to help but a soldier fires a machine gun from a chopper, the ammo bounces off the man’s armored suit who’s now on top of Bucky, but you’re forced to hide to avoid the bullets.

You hear Steve call for Sam’s help and Sam answers with a “Got him.” before he flies down and shoves the chopper off course, then swoops towards street level.

Bucky breaks free from his attacker, slings his bag on his back, runs and jumps down a level, and the other man slides down the wall using his claws for traction. Bucky lands at street level and the chase continues. Steve follows and lands rolling along the ground. 

You watch them from the edge of the roof and sigh. “Okay, I can’t do that.” You look up in search of Sam. “Sam, I need a ride.”

“I got you.” He says as he swoops down and picks you up, taking flight again to follow the others while you hang on to him for dear life.

Gunfire from the chopper tears up the sidewalk, Bucky jumps down through an opening, lands in an underpass and he runs through the traffic. Cat Suit and Steve drop down and chase after Bucky as a Special Forces Vehicle pursues all of them.

You see Steve leap onto the vehicle and splinter the windshield and, when the driver stops, Steve yanks him from the vehicle and kicks the windshield out, then drives off.

Bucky runs over the top of a speeding car, outpacing it and Cat Suit is a few cars behind, keeping pace with him. Then he leaps on the back of the 4x4 that Steve's driving and Steve swerves from side to side, trying to throw him off.

“Sam, I can't shake this guy.” He says into the comms.

“We’re right behind you.” Sam says as you fly behind him.

Several police cars join the chase and you see Steve side-swipe another car and drive on.

Bucky leaps over a barrier and Steve drives through it, then you can see Bucky grab the handlebar of an incoming motorcycle and spin the bike around in mid air, throwing the rider off as he gets on the bike himself, riding away and sending cars careering out of the way. 

Steve keeps on Bucky's tail with Cat Suit holding onto the back of his car. They all rocket through another underpass and Sam flies into the underpass. 

Cat Suit leaps off the front of Steve’s car onto Bucky's motorbike and Bucky flings him over his head and the bike leans down on its side. Bucky kicks his assailant away, straightens up and rides on.

Cat Suit catches a ride on one of Sam’s legs and Sam tries to kick him away. Bucky throws a sticky bomb and blows up the roof at the end of the underpass, bringing down tons of rubble. 

Sam tells you to hang on and you can feel his grip tighten on you as he stops and throws the Cat Suit man into the rubble. He throws Bucky off the motorcycle as Steve swerves the car through the rubble and leaps out, running as Bucky and the Cat roll on the ground.

When they stop the Cat is on Bucky right away but Steve jumps on him and pulls him off Bucky.

Steve stands up, facing the sleek and muscular overgrown black cat as the police arrive and surround you all, guns aimed. War Machine leaps down from above and raises both his suit hands, guns drawn.

“Stand down, now.” Rhodey says, aiming at Bucky and Steve who are standing side by side and at the Cat Suit Guy. Steve puts his shield on his back again as Rhodey continues. “Congratulations, Cap. You're a criminal.” 

Police move in and force Bucky to his knees. The Cat raises his hands as a cop moves Steve's arms behind his back and you and Sam are also handcuffed and brought closer to the others by two police men. The cat retracts his claws and pulls off his mask revealing his face and you’re all shocked to see it’s King T'Challa. 

“Your highness.” Rhodey says as Bucky's hauled flat on the ground and getting handcuffed.

-

You all get arrested, forced to change out of our suits and gears and taken to Berlin. Bucky is restrained inside a glass-walled pod surrounded by armed guards.

In an SUV sits T’Challa on front, then you, then Steve and last Sam. You’re quietly going through traffic until Sam very respectfully breaks the silence. “So, you like cats?”

“Sam.” Steve warns him while you snort in amusement, looking out the window to avoid what you’re sure will be a disappointed glare from Steve. 

“What?” Sam continues. “Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don't wanna know more?”

“Your suit…” Steve ignores Sam and addresses T’Challa. “Is it Vibranium?”

“The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. A mantle, passed from warrior to warrior.” T’Challa finally speaks up. “And now, because your friend murdered my father, I also wear the mantle of king.” Oh, no. “So, I ask you... as both warrior and king... how long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?”

The silence that follows is deafening, as none of you know or want to give an answer to that, and you’re sure T’Challa doesn’t expect one.

“Sorry about King T’Chaka…” You say quietly after a moment.

“Don’t worry, miss Y/LN. He will be vindicated.” He answers back without missing a beat.

You look back at Steve and Sam and they both look as worried as you feel.

This is not going to end well, is it?

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[richardtheteacher]

The Top Five Mistakes That Trainee High School Teachers Are Making

An article by Richard James Rogers (Award-Winning Author of The Quick Guide to Classroom Management and The Power of Praise: Empowering Students Through Positive Feedback). This blog post has been beautifully illustrated by Pop Sutthiya Lertyongphati. Anyone who is new to the teaching profession is bound to make mistakes. There’s so much to learn and so much is at stake: the future careers of…

[dieflut]

Detective James Barnes and and his trainee Peter Parker

Art by AI Dalle 3

[gunsatthaphan]

~ Monthly BL Breakdown: June 2024 ~ 

☀️ Happy July!!! 🧴

Disclaimer: ALL shows can be streamed here or here, as well as on Youtube and other platforms. For more info on where to watch what, check out this post! 

New breakdowns are coming at the end of every month - feel free to add stuff! -> previous breakdowns

What came out this month? (green = seen/currently watching)

🌟 My Love Mix-Up - June 6th (Thailand)

🌟 Love Sea - June 9th (Thailand) ✅

🌟 SunsetxVibes - June 15th (Thailand)

🌟 Blue Boys Part 2 - June 15th (South Korea)

🌟 His Man Season 3 - June 21st (South Korea)

🌟 Marahuyo Project - June 24th (Philippines)

🌟 The Rebound - June 26th (Thailand)

🌟 I Hear the Sunspot - June 26th (Japan)

🌟 Sparks Camp Season 2 (Dating Reality Show) - June 26th (Philippines)

🌟 The Trainee - June 30th (Thailand) ✅

Monthly Likes / Dislikes

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New series & movie announcements

🎥 Islanders - Date TBA (Taiwan)

🎥 Desire (Omegaverse) - Date TBA (China)

🎥 Khemjira - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 See Your Love - Date TBA (Taiwan)

🎥 Happy Ending (starring JeffBarcode) - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Sugar Dog Life - Coming August 2024 (Japan)

🎥 Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo - Date TBA (South Korea)

🎥 Allure of the Siren - Date TBA (Thailand)

🎥 Soulmate (starring Taec-yeon from 2PM) - Date TBA (South Korea)

🎥 Secret Love - Date TBA (Thailand)

Other news from the BL world

❗️ Bible W. and Jess J., the leads of the upcoming BL 4 Minutes, starred in a music video - short film by the Thai band Getsunova called Spaceless. The film was released on June 4th, the music video was released on June 6th.

❗️ Jeff S. and Barcode T. were revealed to star in the upcoming BL Happy Ending, along with Mike Angelo and Jorin K. A first trailer was released on June 15th. The show is produced by Jeff S. himself.

❗️ Actor Chimon Wachirawit withdrew from the upcoming GMMTV BL Perfect10 Liners due to his struggle with mental health issues. He was previously hospitalized and pulled back from various events, such as the LOL Fanfest and multiple fanmeetings. He released a statement on June 24th saying he has been suffering from depression and is currently receiving treatment. On June 27th, GMMTV issued a statement announcing a hiatus in Chimon's career and the end of the PerthChimon ship as a result. They have mutually agreed to end their work as a pair due to Chimon's condition and will continue to pursue separate career paths. Chimon will return to acting once his treatment is finished.

❗️ It was revealed that the upcoming Taiwanese BL First Note of Love will be a collaboration with the Thai production company StarHunter. The show stars Charles Tu (HIStory 4) and Michael Chang (My Tooth Your Love) as well as Jame Kasama (GenY) who plays a Thai singer. The show is set to premiere in August.

❗️ The production company Be On Cloud announced a lineup event titled "The Next Altitude", which will be held on July 9th. It will feature upcoming projects such as series and various events. Further details are unknown.

❗️ Following the legalization of same-sex marriage in Thailand, the production company StarHunter announced a reality series surrounding the marriage of actors Porsch A. and Arm S. titled "Porsch-Arm The Wedding". The show will follow the pair on their path to their wedding and is thus the first Asian LGBT+ marriage themed reality show. In light of the bill-pass, fellow actors Both N. and Newyear K. also celebrated their engagement after 10 years of being together.

Upcoming series & movies for July

👉🏻 Takara no Vidro - July 1st (Japan)

👉🏻 This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans - July 5th (Thailand)

👉🏻 The Boyfriend (Gay Dating Reality Show) - July 9th (Japan)

👉🏻 The Next Altitude (BOC lineup event) - July 9th (Thailand)

👉🏻 Century of Love - July 10th (Thailand)

👉🏻 Meet You at the Blossom - July 11th (China/Thailand/Taiwan)

👉🏻 Heavens x Candy - July 13th (Japan)

👉🏻 Sky Valley - July 20th (Philippines)

👉🏻 4 Minutes - July 26th (Thailand)

👉🏻 Battle of the Writers - July 29th (Thailand)

[dearestro]

Hello, welcome to Tumblr.

I would like to make a request to James Wilson, a reader who is also a doctor and new to the hospital.

And being a flirt, she asks James Wilson on a date, eventually they become a couple.

Thanks for you attention and have a nice day.

Flirtatious Feelings

Disclaimer: I know nothing about healthcare and diseases. Also, I used Google Translate.

Summary: Reader has just started working at Princeton-Plainsboro and after seeing the cute older doctor. Well, she decides to have some fun...who knew it would turn into more?

Warnings: Innuendos and crude language.

Part 2

Your Pov

"And that concludes the tour. Now I'll introduce you to your mentor." Dr. Cuddy explained as we stopped at an office belonging to a Dr. James Wilson. I couldn't believe it. I was finally going to be actively working as a doctor.

She knocked on the door and I heard a soft 'Come in.' After looking at me she opened the door and gestured me inside.

"Dr. Wilson, this is Dr. y/n l/n. She's your new trainee oncologist." The man looked up at me. He was cute, brown hair, brown eyes, and definitely older. He smiled at me and got up to shake my hand.

"Dr. Wilson, pleasure to me you." I grasped it as he introduced himself. Oh yeah he's definitely cute.

"Pleasure's all mine." I shook his hand and winked. What? I didn't see a ring. He blushed deeply and let go of my hand.

"Well now that you two have met you can resume your work. Good bye and good luck!" And with that Dr. Cuddy had left.

"So um... I have to set up a patient's chemotherapy. I don't suppose you could handle that as I talk to them?" He seemed to be having a little trouble making eye contact. Poor thing.

"Of course. Lead the way...doctor." I smirked at him.

Once we got to the patient he introduced me and starting to explain what was going on while I got to work on the iv. I had tuned most of it out so as to focus and get it in on the first try.

I had finally got it in and plugged in the medicine. I was making sure it was all alright so asked Wilson to turn on the chemo.

"Turn me on doctor." When nothing happened I turned to see a red faced Wilson.

"Ex-excuse me?" He stuttered. I only smiled at him and pointed to the machine. "Right...of course." He quickly turned it on and after he finished talking to the patient we moved on to the next.

Wilson's Pov

It was lunch and I patiently waited for House to join me and inevitably steal my food. He finally walked in and sat across from me.

"What's the matter? Panties in a twist?" I looked at him and was about to protest but he cut me off. "Oh save it. You're obviously upset about something." He grabbed my plate. "I mean you didn't even try to stop me from taking your food today." I rolled my eyes. Debating if I should actually tell him or not.

"I'm mentoring a new oncologist." I finally gave in.

"Ohh. Are they stupid? Ugly? You can say it I won't judge." I sighed at his comment.

"Actually she is the exact opposite." He perked up at that. "She's incredibly smart, quite attractive, and very bold."

"I don't see the problem. If I were you I'd hit that." I rolled my eyes. "Unless of course the problem is...you want to hit that." I glared at his crude language.

"No I do not want to 'hit that'. It's just..." I once again debated on telling him the details...but then again who else was I going to tell? "She winked at me when we first met, then when we were with a patient she said 'Turn me on doctor.' And then when she was passing a file to a patient she leaned over me with her breasts practically shoved in my face. There's something about her. I don't know if she means anything or if it's all a coincidence." I finally looked up at House and awaited his reaction. He started cackling.

"So your problem is that a girl might be flirting with you?" I grimaced under his stare. "Oh. The problem is that you want it to be intentional. You like like her. Wilson's got a girlfriend. Wilson's got a girlfriend!" He started singing right as she walked into the cafeteria and starting walking towards us. "What you can't take a joke anymore?" He asked confused.

"She's coming!" I whispered. He turned to look but I hit him. "Don't look you idiot!"

Your Pov

I had found the cafeteria and saw Dr. Wilson. Seeing as I know no one else...and for other reasons...I approached his table. He was sitting with a taller, older man.

"Dr. Wilson! Good to see you again!" I greeted as the other turned to look at me.

"Holy shit."

"Excuse me?" I asked the man.

"Sorry about him. This is Dr. House. House this is my trainee...Dr. l/n." I looked between the two boys as they looked like I had barged in on a secret meeting before extending my hand to Dr. House.

"Pleasure to meet you." I smiled.

"Pleasure's all mine." He winked at me.

"I'm sure it is." I laughed at the older man's obvious flirting. "Anyways I just wanted to say hi seeing as I don't know anyone else." I said as I turned to Wilson who seemed shocked at what he just saw. "So...hi." I smiled at him. That seemed to knock him out of it.

"Oh. Hi." He stared up at me. "Uh...would you...would you like to join us?" I smiled at the invitation.

"Sure! But I have to go get my lunch...would you like me to get yours too?" I asked seeing as he had no plate in front of him. He only stared with a goofy look on his face. Did I mention this man was cute?

"Huh?" I pointed at the empty space in front of him at the table. He snapped out of his trance "Oh right. Um no it's fine. Thank you though." I said a small 'ok' and went off to get my lunch.

Wilson's Pov

"Way to be subtle loverboy." I turned to House.

"What?"

"Come on! You stared at her the entire time and then watched her as she left to get lunch. She has a great ass by the way same with the tits. I swear if you don't go after her I will." I shook my head at his words.

"I can't go after her. She's younger than me. Besides we both know how my love life goes."

"Yeah it's shit. But come on she could just be a fling. You don't need a big relationship." He argued. I rolled my eyes, he really didn't get it.

"And then I have to work with her for the rest of my life and it's awkward. Great plan!" I said sarcastically. He only scoffed. "Wait shut up. Here she comes."

Your Pov

After I got back to the boys we all talked together and House continuously hit on me while Wilson apologized for him and stared at me. Over all? It was awkward but nice. Now was the end of the work day and after spending the entire afternoon ruffling Wilson's feathers I decided to go for it. I mean what's the worst that could happen?

I was about to leave when Wilson asked if he could walk me out to my car. We finally got to my car and we were alone. It's now or never.

"Hey wait! So do you want to go on a date?" I asked. I tried to sound confident but it was starting to crack as I saw him just stare at me. "James?" He jolted out of the trance.

"Right! I-I would love to!" I smiled and reached into my purse for the scrap of paper I had prepared in case this went well.

"Great! So here's my number and address...pick me up at 8?" I asked, hoping he didn't have plans. He looked at the paper and then up at me.

"Uh. Sure! See you at 8 then." He seemed flustered. I smiled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"See you." And with that I left to get ready for my date.

I got home with 45 minutes to get ready. I quickly freshened up, chose a simple black dress that could easily go from day to night since I didn't know where we were going, put on some makeup with red lipstick to make it pop, and black kitten heels. By the time everything was finished and ready I heard my apartment doorbell ring. I quickly walked over to answer it, hoping I didn't look overdressed.

When I opened the door I was faced with Dr. Wilson. He had on a different button down shirt from earlier and slacks. I smiled at him and asked him in for a quick drink. I had him sit on the couch well I went to get some water for the both of us before we left.

"You have a lovely apartment Dr. l/n." I could hear the uneasiness in his voice. I chuckled.

"Thank you but please call me y/n." I entered with our drinks. He looked me up and down.

"Right o-of course." He blushed. "You look wonderful. Suddenly I feel underdressed." I sat down next to him and smirked.

"Not nearly enough." I winked as he turned scarlet. I giggled at his reaction. "Anyways...where would you like to go?"

"Me?" He pointed at himself. I shook my head holding back a laugh at the confused expression on his face.

"Yes, you. We can go to a club, bar, restaurant, hell we could go to McDonald's for all I care!" I laughed while he shook his head in amusement.

"Well, there's a nice bar a few blocks away if you're interested. " I just smiled at him and off we went.

We were a few drinks in just talking about our lives when the bartender came up with a drink.

"Compliments of the man at that table." She pointed to a man in the corner of the house who winked at me. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the tender.

"Not that I want to be wasteful, but can you just dump it? You can never be too careful...besides I'm on a date." I placed my hand on Jame's and smiled at him. I could tell he was getting a little antsy at the situation. She nodded politely and dumped the drink, and I turned to James. "So where were we?" We continued talking when the next thing I know is I'm being turned around. I looked up to see the man from earlier maliciously smirking down at me.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing with this guy?" I frowned at the situation, but he continued. "You know it isn't polite to waste a drink someone's bought for you." The more he eyed me like a piece of meat, the more nervous I got, but I tried not to show it. "Why don't you trade that lemon for a Mustang." He motioned towards James and then himself. I scoffed. This guy is disgusting.

"Oh, I already did. You see, I used to date a guy like you...ya know a 'lemon'. But now I've got my Mustang and I'm happier than ever." I rubbed Jame's thigh to prove my point. The guy scoffed and walked off, thankfully deciding not to cause a scene. I smirked and turned back to James, who seemed a little shocked. My brow furrowed at his expression. "Are you ok?" He shook his head like he was knocked out of deep thought.

"Yeah! Yeah. I'm ok." He looked up at me and grasped my hand that was still on his thigh. "You didn't have to do that. You know." I shook my head.

"Nonsense. You're my hot date, and everyone should know it. Especially that sleaze." I smiled as he lightly chuckled. "Anyways. You were saying you went to McGill? That's in Montreal right?" He nodded. "Did you pick up any French?"

"At the time, yeah. But I'm quite rusty." He said as if he knew what my next question would be. "I'm not so sure I can speak it anymore, though." I softly smiled as I brought our hands up to the table.

"Can you try? For me?" I tried. He laughed at my lame attempt of puppy dog eyes.

"Um...Je ne comprends pas pourquoi une belle jeune fille comme toi veut sortir avec un mec comme moi." (I don't understand why a beautiful young girl like you wants to date a guy like me.) I frowned at his broken response.

"Simple, vous êtes doux, gentil, attentionné et indéniablement beau." (Simple, you are sweet, kind, caring, and undeniably handsome.) I cupped his face in my hands so that we met eyes and smiled sweetly.

"You-you speak French?" He stuttered as his cheeks grew warm. I nodded.

"What can I say? In high-school it was either Spanish or French. I'm a sucker for romance." I shrugged. I looked behind him and saw a pool table. I stood up and tugged him behind me.

"You played me?" I laughed a little, still dragging him along until we got to the table.

"Maybe...let's play pool!"