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Charles Vane Appreciation Week: Day 6 — Favorite AU

Modern!Vane. He obviously spends most of his time sailing and is in an on and off relationship with the young CEO of the Guthrie Shipping Corporation. He lives on his boat that he probably won in a game of of cards. Or he killed the former owner, no one remembers, truth be told, he’s probably a wanted man in at least 10 countries.

Pissy

A/N: So, I was going through my drafts and I found this, and I think this is okay??

Warnings: Swearing, SPOILERS ABOUT PJ IF YOU HAVENT READ THEM ALL (why wouldn’t you though, they’re amazing!!)

House of Reader: Hufflepuff (Sorry not sorry)

Okay, so ignore the caption…………BUT HE’ SO FRICKIN ADORABLE!!!!! I’M LITERALLY IN TEARS BECAUSE OF HIS CUTENESS!!!!


It wasn’t that you were quiet. It’s just you weren’t very open, and you were very shy. You liked to listen to what others said, other than actually speaking. Okay, maybe that qualifies as being quiet, but you couldn’t help it! It just always came naturally to let people talk, and you liked listening rather than when any attention was on you. And it got even worse when people found out that you were the younger sister or Sirius Black and twin to Regulus Black.

Nobody ever guessed that such a quiet Hufflepuff could ever be related to such loud and demanding people. But being loud wasn’t in your nature, you would much rather be the listener, knowing that that was always an important friend to be. Most of your friends would vent to you, and you would be perfectly fine with that. The only 2 people that knew that you were actually very loud and weird were your brothers. You loved them both dearly, so whenever one would complain about the other, you did your best to defend the other brother, and you desperately wished that they could get along, because you knew that if they did the three of you would have so much fun. 

But, the problem with having two overprotective brothers, was that any time any boy (other than them) came within 5 feet of you, the two of them would rush over, Regulus dragging you away, as Sirius threatened to kill the boy, then coming over to you and Regulus always asking if you were okay. It seemed that the two of them only ever got along when a boy was remotely close to you. The only time any boy was allowed near you was when it was either one of their friends that they trusted immensely and one of them was around. Every time this happened you would roll your eyes at them, before insisting that you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, thank you very much. And when they kept on talking you would roll your eyes before marching away from them, yelling at them that they didn’t have to monitor your every move. Often you would ignore them for days, feeling that they thought you were too weak, until they both apologized profusely and promised to never do it again. Until they did it again. It happened far too often, and you were sick of it.


You were walking to the Great Hall for lunch, nose buried in a book about an American boy who had to save the world because he was part Greek-god. You were currently reading the fourth book of the series, internally screaming when  the main female character kissed the boy.

“Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. And then she did something that surprised me even more. She kissed me. 

‘Be careful, Seaweed Brain.’ She put on her hat and vanished. I probably would’ve sat there for the rest of the day, staring at the lava and trying to remember what my name was, but the sea demons jarred me back to reality.”

Hey, (Y/N).” You heard someone call, causing your head to whip up, seeing one of your brother’s best friend, Remus Lupin, jogging till he stood next to you.

“Hello, Remus.” You smiled meekly, waving slightly to the boy who was towering over you.

“Hey, watch’a reading?” He asked, peering over your shoulder to look at the book.

You stuck your thumb in the book to keep your page before showing him the cover. 

His eyes lit up. “Don’t tell me what happened. I’m reading The Titan’s Curse.” 

Your eyes widened. “How far have you gotten?” 

“Well, I’ve gotten to the part in the desert. I read yesterday up to where Bianca dies before I slammed the book shut and threw it across the room.”

You laughed a bit. “Let me guess, you ran over to make sure it was okay, and you haven’t read it because you refuse to acknowledge that Bianca is dead.”

He laughed a bit with you. “I did that right after I cried. God, that death messed me up.”

You laughed a bit, feeling sorry for him before placing your hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. That death was awful, but, not spoiling, you should prepare yourself.”

“Oh shit, yeah. The prophecy was something like: ‘Five shall go west to the goddess in chains,

One shall be lost in the land without rain,

The bane of Olympus shows the trail,”’

“’Campers and Hunters combined prevail,

The Titan’s curse must one withstand,

And one shall perish by a parent’s hand.” You finished for him. “Yeah, expect another death.”

“Shit, I don’t think I can take another death.”

“Yeah, the next one is awful.”

His eyes lit up with realization. “That’s why Chiron didn’t go! If Kronos was raised, then Chiron thought he would be killed!”

“Bingo.” You said, winking and snapping before pointing at him. 

He laughed a bit, patting your head. “I didn’t ever know you were so talkative.”

You rolled your eyes at him, punching his shoulder playfully. “Well you found my weakness; talking to another Rick Riordan nerd.”

“Well, forgive me,” he said jokingly, laughing a bit. “You’re hardly ever this loud.”

“Well, neither are you, Lupin.” You replied, a slight smirk on your face.

“Touché, Black.” He said, an eyebrow raised, nodding his head slightly, as if he were impressed. “I’m starting to see where the Hufflepuff ends and the Black begins.”

You laughed a bit at that, before lightly smacking his arm. “Oh, shut it.” You giggled a bit. “I’m nowhere near as bad as either of my brothers.”

He smirked, laughing a bit with you. “That’s true. You’re much sweeter and more adorable than either of them.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, as you looked at the ground, a grin creeping onto your face. You looked up at Remus, before leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. “Well, you’re pretty sweet and adorable yourself.” You said, your face feeling as it were burning up.

He singed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest as the two of you kept walking. He placed a kiss to the top of your head. “Well, whatever I am pales in comparison to who you are, (Y/N) Black.”

The beautiful moment between the two of you was interrupted as both of your brothers shouted out for you. 

“Oi, Moony!!” “Listen prat, hands off of her!” “Moony, you better fucking take your hands off of her, if you want to live!” “(Y/N), move away from him, now!”

They shouted very similar things, but the general idea was gotten, seeing as Remus removed his arm from your shoulder, lifting his hands in surrender, and you had stepped away from him, and turned to your brothers, your arms crossed, and looking pissed.  

The two of them had ran and caught up to the two of you. You turned to your brothers, thoroughly pissed off, and narrowed your eyes at them. 

“No, shut up.” You snapped, as both of them started to speak. “Listen, you two need to piss off. I’m not your daughter, so stop playing the overprotective card. Not to mention, we were fucking talking about books!” You yelled at them.

“Didn’t look like it from where we were.” Sirius all but snarled out. 

“Looked like he had his fucking arm around you and he kissed your head.” Regulus growled. 

You looked at them, and scoffed with disbelief. “I can’t believe you two. Do you think I’m so incapable of making my own decision!? I’m capable! If anything, I’m more capable than either of you! All the two of you ever do is rebel against everything, or follow all the rules, no matter how much that fucks either of you up! I do what is right! I’m always trying to stop the two of you from killing each other, but it seems like the only time you get along is when I’m involved! Just solve your own fucking problems, I’m sick of doing it for you! I just want to live my own fucking life! So, if you two aren’t going to let that happen because I’m your fucking sister, than, as of this moment, consider yourself sisterless!” You turned on your heel, “Good day!” You yelled before you stormed away from them.


Later you found yourself sitting on the leather couch, finishing up The Battle of The Labyrinth, in the Gryffindor common room, able to hear both of your brothers still yelling at Remus. You had gone up about an hour ago, to apologize, the guilt of what you had said crushing you. (You and Regulus both knew the password, due to Sirius’ and Regulus’ overprotective behaviour, when they tried to figure out ways to “protect” you.)

You heard a huff, and feet pounding on the stone stairs, as someone from the boys dorm walked into the Common room, muttering under their breath. You looked over the top of your book, to see Remus plop into a chair, still muttering and looking at the fire in the fireplace, a smoldering look on his face, before looking up, and screeching.

“Are you always this quiet!?” He asked you, one hand over his chest as if to stop his pounding heart. He wasn’t expecting anyone else to be in the common room, and seeing you, seemingly appear out of nowhere made him very jumpy and nervous. Well, more jumpy and nervous than usual.

You looked around the room, a look of confusion on your face, as you looked shrugged your shoulders before answering his question. “I was reading?” 

He nodded his head in acknowledgment, before apologizing. “Um, I’m sorry. That was rude of me. I just wasn’t expecting anyone to be in here, especially not you, after what you said.” He trailed off, as the two of you avoided eye contact, the awkwardness of the situation setting it. 

“Yes, well, I came here to apologize. I felt really fucking awful about it as soon as I said it.” 

“I understand. But, honestly, they kinda deserved it. They’re always very protective of you, and now they’re more suspicious.”

“Suspicious of what?” You asked, tilting your head slightly, thoroughly confused.

“Well, they’re always suspicious when you’re around other guys, and they made it clear that they don’t want you to be with anyone, and they told me that I need to fuck off, because I’ll only end up hurting you.”

“Hurting me?” You were still confused, because you already knew all of this, and he just seemed to be going around in circles not making any sense.

“God, and they say Sirius is the thick one!” He moaned out, burying his face in his hands.

“Excuse you!?”

“They know that I like you, and they don’t want us dating.” He whispered out, as quickly as he possible could, almost speaking incoherently.

You were still confused, and now it seemed that your brain was working faster by the second. Remus Lupin, your brother’s best friend had a crush on you? He actually liked you? As the revelation started processing in your head, you just looked at him, before standing up and marching up the stairs to talk to your brothers. 

Halfway up the stairs, you looked back down the stairs and saw Remus sitting in his chair with a stoic face, before you called out, “Oi, you coming, or what?” He immediately perked up at the sound of your voice, and stood up, following you up the stairs into the dorm of the Marauders.

“Sirius Orion Black! Regulus Arcturus Black!” You yelled as you stormed into the room, Remus standing meekly by the doorway as your two brothers looked at you with mixed states of shock on their face. “First off, I would like to apologize for what I said earlier.” You said, tangling your fingers together nervously. “You guys are plenty capable of making your own decisions, regardless of the outcome. I was very upset, because you two had ruined something between Remus and I, even though the both of you are very much aware of our feelings. I’m sorry for dissociating myself from you, and I would very much like to be your sister again. That being said, if you do want me to still be your sister, you would have to be understanding of my feelings and be a little less protective.”

They gaped at you for a little bit, before they both started hugging you and apologizing for being idiots. 

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KOTORdoodles 4. (1. 2. 3.)

(Thanks for accepting me into the sith academy everyone, I hope you enjoy the next several hours of me and Jolee sniping at one another.)

Aw yeah! We won! Revan’s life is in shambles and Bastila’s going to need a good decade of therapy but MEDALS FOR EVERYONE AMIRIGHT???

Regarding invisible Juhani: after she rescued us on the Leviathan the game apparently decided she just. Never needed to come out of stealth. Apparently. Cool. Look the disk is thirteen years old I’m willing to forgive it some idiosyncrasies.

(our party is a 100% juhani-abuse-free zone and bastila is gonna need to apologise)

sebbucky  asked:

the latest gif of chris chECKING OUT SEB you know he's thinking imma break me off a piece of that after these press interviews tonight oh ho ho ho yes i am. omg boy does not know the meaning of subtlety.

Chris both wants this press tour to never end, and needs to be done with it already.

He wants it to go on forever because spending so much time with one of his best friends, and also with the guy he’s totally not had a crush on for years now, is pretty awesome.

He needs it to be over because he’s absolutely sure Sebastian’s going to find out about his not-crush soon if they keep this up.

He’s trying not to be too obvious. He is.

It’s not his fault that the interviewers and the fans keep asking all these questions, that Mackie keeps making so many not-quite-subtle remarks… That Sebastian’s gotten over his adorably shy and overly-deferential phase and has turned into such an asshole.

A gorgeous, funny, incredibly sweet asshole that’s also both the biggest dork in existence and the most stunning guy Chris has ever met. It should be illegal to be so… so everything.

He is trying not to be too obvious, and failing spectacularly. Chris doesn’t even need Mackie’s confirmation to be sure of this, he can see it himself whenever he rewatches that day’s interviews or listens to his own answers.

Sebby. ‘There he is! Right here, I got you!’. The way he’d involuntarily wrapped his arm tighter around Seb’s neck the moment he’d ended the hug, his body acting on instinc, chasing his warmth. The thing with the goddamn spider, honestly Chris? Why not just tell everyone exactly what you’d been fantasizing about while ogling Seb’s thighs?. And he knows that whenever he looks at Seb his eyes speak volumes.

So yes, he really needs this to be over asap.

But, because life apparently is a bitch like that, the interviewer just had to ask Sebastian that question about their quirks and mannerisms, and fucking hell

Yes, Chris has noticed. Boy, has he noticed.

It’s pretty much impossible not to notice Sebastian’s mouth.

The way lips part slightly and he tips his head back a bit as he gathers his thoughts. The way he smirks, driving Chris completely nuts. The way he worries at his bottom lip. The way he pushes his tongue into his cheek. The way the tip of his tongue comes out to wet them, seemingly without him even realizing, and God does Chris want to suck that tongue into his own mouth and claim Seb’s bottom lip for himself until it’s shiny with spit and red and swollen, to drag his teeth across that glorious jaw, to watch those lips stretched wide around his–

“Chris?” Sebastian’s question and worried tone brings him back down to Earth.

Oh.

They’re in some dressing room, waiting for Mackie and Joe’s part of the interview to be over. And Chris could’ve sworn there were more people here with them a moment ago but now they’re alone somehow and Sebastian’s sitting right next to him on the couch and he’s been staring unabashedly at his mouth for the past 5 minutes.

Oh fuck. He looks away and clears his throat.

“Y-Yes?” perfect, Chris. Sebastian’s brow furrows.

“Everything ok?” he asks, raising a hand to his shoulder. Touches, reassurance. Because of course he knows that those things help when Chris’ brain gets too loud. Because he’s perfect.

And Chris wants to answer, to tell him he is, indeed, ok, but then Sebastian’s doing the thing, and his brain just short-circuits.

“You’re doing it again,” he blurts before he can stop himself.

Sebastian stares confusedly at him for a few seconds, and then there’s realization in his eyes and a blush creeping up his neck. “Oh…” he says, and stops.

His blush is nothing compared to the shade of red Chris has got going on right now. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–It’s ok you know? You can do it, it’s cute.”

And that right there? That’s exactly the reason why he needed this press tour to end.

Because Sebastian might’ve not realized–or minded–until now, but that? That was definitely crossing a line, and Sebastian’s not an idiot, and Chris can just feel the world crumbling beneath his feet, the panic creeping in and clutching at his heart. He needs to say something, do something, but it’s like the air has left his lungs, and as much as he wants to get up and run he can’t. fucking. move.

And then he freezes all over again, but for an entirely different reason.

Because Sebastian, wonderful and perfect and incredible, smirks, says: “Guess I like to keep my mouth busy,” and gives him a jab in the ribs.

Chris sits there speechless and gaping at him for 2 minutes. And then cracks up. And then grabs Sebastian’s left boob because that’s a thing he does and he’s not really thinking, doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until Sebastian is resting his own hand on top of his.

“You’re doing it again, too” he tells him, smiling fondly. Chris smiles back.

“Yeah well… I like to keep my hands busy,” he says, and winks at him. 

And Sebastian laughs. And Chris, who’s greedy and still not thinking and who absolutely doesn’t deserve this man but still keeps asking for more, leans in. 

Sebastian does too.

Trying to stop himself from staring at or even just thinking about Seb’s mouth after having tasted him proves itself to be impossible. But it’s ok, because Chris no longer needs this press tour to be over soon.