screams i ship it so hard

“She Reminds Me of My Wife.”

“She reminds me of my wife.”

Odin let out a long sigh through his nose and started to rummage his pipe from his pockets. “This is the last thing I need,” he thought, trying to ignore seeing the monster of his mind stepping closer to Ava. The two humans (or one human and a possible extra-dimensional being) had been tossed into a holding cell on the cargo ship after being discovered. Ava, the little weirdo, had slept through the whole thing. All twenty of the robots grabbing the four by the arms, all their yelling, and his own too-late attempt to fend them off. If he listened hard enough, the teen could still hear Maggie and Gil screaming at each other from another holding cell, so he didn’t bother. All he had to do was light his pipe and be done with every noise.

“She’s beautiful, is she not?”

A pause. Odin’s pipe was held in his teeth, lighter poised over the bowl but not yet touching. In the eight years since Odin had gained this walking monstrosity, he had never heard such a… soft edge to its voice. He finally looked up from his pipe, across the room to where the demon was now crouched beside Ava’s prone form. Still asleep, even after everything that had happened. He couldn’t blame her though; after all, she HAD set a city on fire. Must take it out of a person.

…It was stroking Ava’s hair. The thing couldn’t even touch her, and was still attempting to stroke her hair. Odin could have sworn he saw Ava’s hair shift just a tiny amount, as if the strokes were actually working. Must have been his imagination. Why did he have to get stuck with lovesick monster? This was a side of the beast that Odin had never seen before, and frankly hoped he’d never have to see again.

It spoke.

“My wife was the same as this girl. Bold, fierce, intimidating. Powerful. She was every ounce a leader and every inch queen. Galaxies were swept under her feet, and though she ruled with an iron fist, she was the savior of all she touched. She was the forge that welded our empire together, and devoured all fools who dared defy her power.”

Odin wondered briefly if the ‘being devoured’ part was literal or figurative.

“She was the empress of galaxies, but to me, she was my wife. My goddess. My idol.” A deep, rumbling sigh of longing made the whole room vibrate, and Odin could see those goat-like eyes close into a half-lidded position, almost as adoring in the monster as it was pitiful to the teen.

“Boy,” the monster suddenly barked, causing Odin’s head to snap up in surprise. What had happened to that quiet cooing gag-inducing voice he’d just heard? From behind its mask, the blood-red eyes were steely and sharp, as a wolf eying another’s prey. “One day you must choose. Your pride, or her happiness.”

Odin suddenly remembered he still had his pipe between his teeth, and wasted no time lighting it. The first drag was always the hardest, with the dark smoke cloying his senses and dulling his nerves. The second drag was easier, drowning out the monster’s words into a soft hiss.

Luckily, only a few puffs were needed to sufficiently silence the beast, something he relished in. It was one of the few points of power he had over his constant nightmare, who only seemed to show up when it was most inconvenient. There was no way he knew yet that could rid him of this hulking creature, but any way to dangle his own power in front of its nose was something he would latch on to.

Now that the beast had been silenced, Odin was finally able to relax and focus on the matter at hand. As he’d told his sisters, he now had twice as much as he went out to find, which had been a miracle in the first place, and he was potentially in the same room as a being with otherworldly power who could overthrow Titan. Hopefully soon, the ship would touch down for a supply refill, giving Odin a chance to knock out the guards, hotwire the ship, and-


Something fast darted across Odin’s open sketch book, circling back to land on the corner of the page. The teen snorted at it before flicking it away like a paper football, raising his gaze to the source. Purple ooze seemed to boil from the monster’s outstretched hands, insects bubbling out, shaking themselves free and flitting like gnats around the confined space. Dragonflies always seemed to be a favorite illusion of the ‘masked marvel,’ who seemed to be giving him a meaningful look before inclining its head to the side. Odin’s gaze followed to fall on Ava, who had shifted in her sleep and was now facing him. Her molten red hair fell over her shoulder in waves, amethyst dragonflies wreathing her body and covering her with a gentle violet glow. Royal purple flowers bloomed from the metal floor, their roots creeping along the seams, adding to the soft perfection of the scene. Ava, the brightest flower in the garden.

Odin had only one response.

“I-I’m not getting with her j-just because Y-YOU think she’s c-cute.”

There was a beat as monster and man stared at each other, then the beast threw its head back, shoulders shaking in what must have been laughter. Its white fangs gleamed in the dim prison light, the purple glow of its illusions fading into vapor.

Odin took a moment to close his eyes and clear his head, taking one last drag from his pipe to make sure he couldn’t hear the monster’s grating laughter once the smoke wore off. Grumbling a little to himself, he took the pipe out and tapped the end to knock out the embers. Maybe he’d be lucky and get a few extra minutes of quiet from this leaf, but knowing his current luck, he was doomed to three minutes, tops.

Despite his best efforts, the final words of the monster lingered in Odin’s mind just as thick as the smoke clung to the cell’s recycled air. “One day you must choose. Your pride, or her happiness.” What the heck was that supposed to mean? Anyone who knew him would laugh at the thought of him changing for anyone, even if that person were a girl with the power to will fire out of thin air.

He glanced over to Ava’s side of the room, snorting in relief to see his deadly apparition had disappeared. His gaze then drifted to the girl, and he froze solid.

Ava was staring right at him, her red eyes piercing his as a Cheshire cat grin revealed her fangs in a grin. “So you think I’m cute?”

A strangled sound caught in Odin’s throat, tongue unable to create any responses, and he turned a deep shade of purple. This only made her chortle, and he thrust his book in front of his face. This would not be the last he heard of that, he was certain of it.

don’t let me go.


here’s the finished version! i’m reading ACOWAR right now and i have high hopes for this ship (please no spoilers). also i didn’t draw wings on cassian because of The Incident…

the worst thing about trying to decide to read a fic:

-horrible writing.

-the summary is good but the story is written in a different language or is badly written.

-opening it to find no spaces between the paragraphs.

-both your otp and notp is tagged and you have no clue if you want to take a risk or not.

-tagged major character death and you start sweating.

-hasn’t been updated in 80 years but the summary is on point and their the best fucking writer ever.

-you start reading only to find that the person updates every ten years and you just happened to catch them on a day they finally updated.

-you find a writer and check them out, only to find out they mostly write about your notp - and of course they always update, have perfect writing and have stories that are epic.

-stories with so many fucking tags, you just shake your head and move on.

-the “i suck at summaries please check it out still” and you just, pause because it has your otp and you debate whether or not to take the risk.

-you find a pairing you never considered before and think holy shit, that could be hot and spend all day hunting through the tag.

-you ship a pairing so fucking hard, only to find like two fics and you start weeping.

-when you find a perfect story only to check the tags and see some weird shit that disgusts you and you scream why.

-a fic with good writing and summary but it’s so short or is only fan-art.

-a crossover fic where you have both of your fandoms but don’t have both of otps, just one.

-one shots that are so good you wish they were longer.

-when your notp is tagged but it’s labeled as a past relationship or says your otp is endgame, and you have to go through the notp’s awkward breakup in order for your otp to happen.

-when someone doesn’t tag properly and a plot twist hits you and you want to cry.

-you finally find a great fic that has been updated and the last update says writes block, personal issues- can’t do this, asks for co-writer, discontinues it or says lol i hate how this is turning out, deleting.

-when a writer as twenty stories to update and you cry because you like all of them and you have to wait.

-when you remember a story from like five years ago and you search for it, only to find it’s been deleted or can’t seem to find it anywhere.

-when a writer gives you an update schedule and you’re excited because they follow it but then they start missing it and you just…

-when a writer deletes a story and rewrites the same story but you like the original better.

-when your reading a story about a rare pairing that interests and your otp hate each other or just friends and it’s just so weird to read.

-when one half of your otp is in another relationship and the other half shows up with someone else and then you remember, right i’m not reading a story about my otp so i can’t get mad.

-when your otp is popular but it’s not as popular as another ship in the fandom and you hate how the other ship as so much more stories than your ship.

-when you try to read an ot3 relationship because it has two characters you love but the other character is usually from your notp and you hate when your notp share moments.

-when you beg an author (usually one where they aren’t in the fandom really) to write more stories about your otp and they say maybe and it never happens.

-when the writer literally shits on your favorite character and you can’t go through it anymore.

-when your otp isn’t the main pairing and you don’t really care about the other pairings in the story and skip to your otp parts.

-when a story has a million words and it’s so good and you know that you will spend all day and night reading it until your eyes hurt.

-when a story have 200 parts to it and you lose all hope after a while because the story is dragging.

-when your otp is going through something and so many stories are filled with angst, fluff and hurt that it makes you cry because yup, i need to read about my pain for my otp.

-when the writer refuses to write the smut you been waiting for and your otp is stuck in unresolved tension mode forever.

-when the writer unexpected changes the story’s events and you are disappointed by the direction.

-when you find a great au and the characters are so out of character… it makes you sad.

-when you open a fic only to find you hate the point of view and you scream.

-when you request a prompt and the author writes it but you are disappointed and just smile through the pain.

-when you have such a good idea in your head and you try to write it but it’s so bad that you delete it and cry, hoping someone else writes the brilliant idea that you had.

-when you don’t ship something anymore but see a great plot and you click the story and take a deep breath - because shit is about to go down.

-when you reading a great story but get distracted and skip some parts, shit goes down in between and then you think fuck, and have to start over.

-when it’s tagged “slow burn” and you say i can do this and it’s chapter 30 and my ship still hate each other like what.

-when the author says this is their first time writing smut and you think on god they better do this right - only to find out they writing eight pages on your otp making love. like yes.

-when the smut is so rushed or improper you feel cheated and log off because done. like so done.

-when it’s tagged “everyone lives” and your eyes water because that’s all you ever wanted in life.

-when the author leaves a cliffhanger and says in the author’s note “lol sorry about the cliffhanger, i’ll update soon”. you ain’t sorry, stop lying.

-when you see that the story is complete and do a happy dance, only to realize that it ended badly or the sequel/series hasn’t been updated.

Okay but consider:

Movie night. Kallo sneaks Scott on board the Tempest with 80 water guns and about a thousand water balloons while everyone else is distracted by the vid.

Scott proceeds to ambush Sara and the ship goes insane.

Sara grabbed two pistol-waterguns. She spends most of the fight flipping and jumping around the Cargo Bay, with Liam screaming after her, “Not everyone is a fucking ninja!” Scott, to no one’s surprise, primarily aims for her.

Drack found himself a shotgun. Two, actually, but he’s keeping one in reserve. He doesn’t take cover, no he’s charging everyone with a big-ass grin on his face and so many water balloons his opponent needs a moment to recover. 

Peebee could be consistently found on top of the raised Nomad, with two rifles and no fear of the world. She slipped and fell once; the crew never lets her live it down.

Jaal is initially confused by this. At first he didn’t realize it was a game at all, until Suvi pulled him aside to explain. He takes up a sniper position, to which Sara aims at mercilessly. “I know your tricks, Darav! You can’t hide from me!” His laughter quickly becomes infectious.

Cora ends up getting many of the last laughs by using her biotics. She had fun warping people into the air, dropping them when she starts laughing too hard. Everyone is a little reluctant to aim for her.

Vetra tried to stay away from the water at first, but Drack shoved a gun into her hands and quite literally carried her out into the middle of the cargo hold. She very quickly realized the greatest reward was in the use of water balloons. 

Kallo took up shop by a bucket of balloons, around a corner where the crew honestly could not find him. They discover that day that Kallo Jath has amazing aim and an even better throwing arm.

Lexi remains off limits. She throws a few water balloons anyway; they know when they catch her giggling.

Liam was also more inclined to the Water Balloons, and he and Drack really got into it, with so many balloons flying across the hold the rest had to take a moment to hide from them.

Gil managed to find himself a pretty sweet mini-gun and had himself a good time ambushing the crew. He’s surprisingly stealthy, when he’s not throwing out sarcastic comments about people’s aim.

Suvi filmed the entire event. She was also considered off limits, but the crew noticed a significant amount of balloons hitting people in the back from her general direction. Video proof is later acquired; her laughter was constantly present.

By the end, water is running dry. Sara takes cover, coincidentally right next to Drack, to reload her guns. The two glance at each other, nod, and Suvi swears it was better than an Action Vid. They walk out to the center of the hold, a gun in each hand as if followed by epic music, the two against the world in their final stand.

Sara proceeds to hide behind Drack when everyone’s attention turns to them. And upon noticing, Drack drops to the ground so hard the floor shakes, and the crew drench Sara in an onslaught of water and balloons. She falls dramatically, screaming out with a raised fist “I will not be defeated!” 

The ship is soaked. The crew is soaked. But they all sit in the cargo hold and laugh, excitedly chatting away about their epic showdown and debating the winner (to which Sara claimed was hers; “Guys, I had a dramatic death and everything!”), gaining memories that they talk about for the rest of their lives.

anonymous asked:

So uh.. if it's not too much to ask can I get some fluff Jamilton hcs? My girlfriend and I just got in a fight and I really need some cheering up right now 😔

Aw that sucks, I’m sorry! 

  • Alexander works best when Thomas is practicing in the living room with his violin
  • Thomas finishes early to check on Alex and finds him humming the tune
  • “You listen to me?” 
  • “Hard not to when the walls in this place are thin as paper” 
  • Thomas finds it really endearing
  • Thomas plays the same song almost always but when he changes it up Alex is easily thrown off his game
  • He probs and asks Thomas what’s the new song and Thomas admits its something he started writing
  • Alex actually DROPS his work for 3 minutes (only 3) to listen
  • When he goes back to work, in passing he says “its good” 
  • Thomas keeps adding to the song completely unaware its Alexander’s song until its done
  • (Bonus: he plays the finish piece at their eventual wedding) 

(bonusbonus: I love smart musical boys) 

It’s okay to have an own opinion, but you know what I hate? People being like:

“I ship Touken BUT the entire chapter was shitty, it was hentai, fanservice, it was this and that, TG is dead to me.” like really? It wasn’t just sex, the chapter is more than just that. WAY MORE. And btw just to point it out:

  • Hentai IS porn, anime/manga related.

Kaneki opened up to Touka, it’s not just ‘fanservice’. He suffered throughout the enitre manga so hard like did you not see his pain at all? Did you not see Kaneki’s loneliness? Him being suicidal? Him being in pain constantly??? Kaneki was drawn to darkness.

The whole fandom literally screamed “He didn’t deserve this, he deserves happiness.”

But now that he did finally open up, not to just someone, to someone he has known for so long. Someone that loves him, cherishes him, someone who can give him exactly what he needs. H-a-p-p-i-n-e-s-s <<

He wanted to be close to her, he asked her if he could touch (first) (yes this is important since antis like to scream: Touka throws herself onto him), he wanted to be close to her, not for lust but love.

He didn’t force himself onto her nor did she force herself onto him. No, both trust eachother that much to have their first time. Kaneki cried because he could finally open up and again not to just someone but to someone dear to him. Kankeki cried because he finally felt happiness instead of pain. Touka smiled, she pulled him out of the darkness once he let her and pulled him into an embrace

My favorite panel is this one because it’s so symbolic:

He is NOT alone anymore, he now HAS someone he can open up to.

If it was just lust, fanservice or hentai, then why even adding this panel? Showing Touka taking care of the one she loves? Showing Kaneki crying while she’s taking care of him, listening to him, comforting him, cherishing him? Touka is very important to him too, if he didn’t love her, he wouldn’t have taken her virginity.

It’s safe to say that they are meant to be. They love eachother.

Underrated Mohnstad moments

I feel like there’s a lot of forgotten moments about Chriseva or even things that some people don’t know about :

- When he wanted her to send him nudes (ok, i’m still not over it).

- When he keeps looking at her when he invites the girls to the Halloween party.

- When he calls her “ sweetheart” and say he wants to help her “ take her panties off” (fuckboy af).

- The fact that he remembers her after the party where they met, although she forgot about him (pretty sure he likes her since the beginning even if he was a total drittsekk back then).

- Absolutely NOTHING will beat the iconic Evak eyefucking scene but in 1x04, the way he undress her with his eyes from accross the room before he goes talk to her is just so hot.

- When she says to him that she is a psycho stalker, like Derek in OTH (ok, i have to admit this show is so bad but it didn’t stop me to scream like a fangirl when Eva mentionned it).

- The wink at the Christmas Party (i’m so weak).

- The fact that he seems to be the mysterious guy who fingered her in the taxi after the bus party in season 2.

- In 3x10, when she plays with the zip of his shirt in the background.

Lance has a Type™

Fandom: Voltron
Pairing: Previous Lance/Lotor, Klance
Character: Lance, Lotor, Keith
Summary: Lance and Keith get captured and some things are revealed.

AN - Literally just a dumb little thing I wrote in relation to the crossed out part that i wrote here because no one else wrote it.  Fits with the orignal paladin/altean aristocrat Lance threoy.
Unbeta’d because yolo and stuff

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Overboard | 2

And I need your love to pull me up…

Intro: When you’re on a cruise ship to get away from life, the first thing on your mind isn’t to find love. That is, until you met him. Part 1

“Baby…I’m sorry! Forgive me!” He said squeezing my hand so hard that it began to turn purple, as my own hand was gripping the blood stained gash on my right rib. It was getting harder to breathe, it felt as if with every grip of his hand I was losing another minute of oxygen. He kept screaming in my face getting closer and closer to prove he was ‘sorry’. Little did he know that with every scream of hot breath, he was losing me; but I was already lost.

“You piece of shit say you forgive me!” Now both of his hands wrapped tightly around my neck, starting to squeeze as hard as he could. Quickly, the light began to dim and everything was blurry. I could see his face begin to fade…

I woke up abruptly on the bed, my arms and hands sprawled out to feel my surroundings, to know in my head that I for sure was only dreaming. That what I had just witnessed was only a memory, a horrible, awful, painful memory and that it wasn’t a reality again. A slight gasp came out of my mouth as well, great enough to break the silence in the room. I calmed down after seeing that I was safe and by myself, with no one to hurt me…or worse.

After a few seconds of my heartbeat calming down, I heard a loud knock on my door 3 times, startling me once again, getting my heart rate back up. My hands clentched and I also got up, the bed making a noise, and tip toed to my door. I leaned against it, only to feel another knock against it that scared me again.

“Hey Y/N, it’s uh, Ethan. I’m here to make up for running into you in the hallway a few hours ago…” His voice died out as if he was losing hope on an answer. “I-I don’t even know if you’re in there-“ and as quickly as possible I flung open the door, almost falling forward, and stumbled to lean on the door frame, trying to act cool.

“Whoa there, you alright?” He crossed his arms, smirking. I nodded quickly, grabbing my jacket and shut the door.

“Ready?” I slightly smiled.


As we approached the brightly lit deck, we surveyed everything that was in sight. There were carnival looking games in small tents that consisted of knocking down bottles, using strength to get the ball to hit a bell, and popping balloons with a dart. There was food everywhere, of all types. Kids ran around with candy and adults stayed seated in deck chairs watching the stars that adorned the night sky. We stood there watching the night unfold before us, both of us wondering what it would consist of. He stood so close to me that I could feel his warmth, a warmth that was once all too familiar to me, that gave me goosebumps and not the good kind. I slightly moved away from him, not so much that he would notice, but enough for me to stay comfortable. I rubbed my arms a few times and we locked eyes together, he smiled that smile at me.

“So, what is drawing you in tonight?” I looked around with a curious look on my face, and spotted a cotton candy man who was piling on the sugary sweet fluff onto a bright pink cone. It had been a while since I was in the same vicinity of something with that much sugar, so to even have the option of having a sweet bite of cotton candy enticed me. Within a matter of seconds my feet were dragging me toward it, Ethan following behind.

“Hello miss, and mister! What can I get you guys today?” The man asked, I looked towards Ethan to see if he wanted anything, and he replied with ‘just one for the lady’, I started to pull out my wallet for 2$, but Ethan beat me to it.

“No, no Ethan let me pay please.”

“No you’re my guest tonight, and plus it’s only 2$.” He handed it to the gentlemen who in return handed me a big cone topped with deliciousness. I thanked him and E, then we began walking along the railings under the stars.

By the time we had gotten to the end of railing where the chatter died down, I had finished my cotton candy to Ethan’s amazement. I licked my fingers clean and threw my cone into a nearby trashcan.

“Wow, you sure finished that kind of fast. You a girl that can eat?” I laughed to myself, if only he knew.

“You could say that,” I looked out in the vast sea, trying to find a way to come up with a story or excuse as to why the cotton candy was so important to me. “I was just deprived of it as a child, and I haven’t been to a fair or carnival type scene in a while so, I jumped at the chance to have a bite.” My eyes scanned over his shoulder back to the hustle and bustle going on behind him, and the first thing I see is the boy who ran past me in the hall earlier also, the one who looked exactly like Ethan.

“That your brother over there? The one you tried to beat by running me over?” He and I both laughed at the memory, him looking over his shoulder spotting his brother who was playing the bottle game with another girl who was smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeah, that’s Grayson. We’re twins.” I nodded at my new found knowledge of this boy, and continued to listen to Ethan talk about him. “We came here for a fun vacation together, we needed time to rekindle us as brothers. It just seems that life got so busy for us with our job as internet icons that we forgot the real reason why we’re doing what we’re doing—because we love it and it makes others happy, not because it makes us money.”

“You’re an internet personality? So what you’re like an Instagram model? You’re sponsered by Fit Tea also?” He laughed loudly, which made me spit out a laugh I was trying to hold in.

“Hey, what’s wrong with Fit Tea? It’s actually quite delicious once you drink it.” I shook my head at him. “No, uh actually we were comdeians on Vine and now turned comedians on Youtube. I know what you’re thinking at this point—“Oh this boy is one of those, the ones who are attention seeking and greedy but I can guarantee you that my brother and I are nothing like that.” I looked into his eyes that were almost begging me to believe him, wanting me to believe he was a good person, and someone worth spending time with.

“I believe you Ethan. You’ve obviously have shown me that tonight.” He placed his hand on mine, or at least attempted to before a shock ran through my body, and I pulled away taking my hand into my other one, and rubbing it. I tried not to look at Ethan but I could tell he was half confused and half hurt, but continued to seem as if it didn’t affect him. He had a soft look on his face that wasn’t anger or any negative emotion, but just a look of wonder, considering that we had been giving each other the same vibe this whole time. Ethan’s eyes wondered to my hand, still longing to feel my skin on his, but his eyes stopped once they saw the big white scar on the side of my arm. His eyes squinted.

“What happened to your arm there?” He pointed, and I instantly pulled down the sleeves of my jacket. Even though he clearly saw what was a lasting recollection of my past, I tried to play it off and decided not to answer his question.

“You know what, let’s uh, save that for another time.” His face brightened up at my words.

“So, there will be another time?”

“Yes Ethan, I would really like more time spent with you.” I smiled. At this point I was trying to make up for pulling away from Ethan, and showing him that even though touching, close proximity, and personal questions were out of the mix, I would love to spend more time with him so that maybe in the future, I could potentially let my walls down for him. He seemed like the kind of person I could do that for.

“C’mon now, I’m in the mood for a steaming corn dog dunked in mustard.” I pushed my chest off the railing and started walking back towards the fun, smiling as I felt Ethan watch me walk away.

“Gross, everyone knows that ketchup goes best with corn dogs.” I turned around 180 but continued to walk, a shocked look plastering my face.

You’re gross! Mustard is the kind of condiments!”

“The ‘king of condiments’? You couldn’t come up with anything better?”

“Hey and I thought you were a comedian? Can’t come up with anything better?” I smirked, and he caught up with me, walking with me toward the corn dog stand and paying for yet another food item.


The night was now fading of yelling children, with only young adults and full grown adults littering the deck. The music was soft with a beat, and was turned up just a bit louder for us to hear. ‘Mama’ by Jonas Blue and William Singe was playing, the stripped downw version of course. It made me smile listening to one of my favorite songs. For weeks he wouldn’t let me listen to it because he said it was ‘complete trash like myself’ and threatened that if I ever played it again that he’d cut off my ears. I knew him, he meant it. So I haven’t been able to listen to the song since then, and now hearing it with someone new meant that it would create new memories for me, and replace the bad ones.

“Where should we run to? We got the world in our hands and we’re ready to play…” I mouthed out the words to myself, smiling as Ethan and I came to a halt.

“You know this song?” He asked.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite at the moment.”

His hands were turned over, palms facing up, looking as though he was asking for mine in his. I was hesitant and continued to dig my hands further inside my jacket pockets.

“I’m not going to hurt you Y/N…I just want to dance with you.” He sighed, and still kept his hands facing upward. A part of me was screaming to take his hands and hold them in mine, yearning for what his skin felt like and how it would make my muscles relax with comforting warmth. But the other half of me was yelling to stop my actions, to forget about this amazing night because in the end this won’t last. It was telling me to turn around and walk away from someone that could potentially fill the cracks that another man had left in me beforehand. I was fighting myself. I didn’t know Ethan, I didn’t know his true intentions and I didn’t know what he could do to me in time. He was nice to me when we first met, he would hold me tight against all the bad things, he’d bring me gifts that were sentimental rather than recently which were just a bribe for me to stay with him, he cooked for me my favorite meals after a long day, everything you’d want the ideal boyfriend to do. But once a bad substance comes into play, he’s a complete psychopath.

“Ethan…” I looked around at the other couples who were as well dancing. They swayed to the beat and smiled to one another, leaving kisses on any open space in a loving way, not a controlling way like I had felt. My throat closed and my hand went up to my neck, remembering the feeling of his rough lips adorning my neck, unwanted. Even when I said no. Even when I said stop. He kept going. I tried to swallow but there was nothing to swallow, so the only thing I could do was breath.

Ethan was determined to get me to dance with him, but I knew by the look of his eyes that he wouldn’t ever pressure me. His hand came up to caress the one on my neck, and almost as if it was an impulse, I grabbed onto it and squeezed. With my eyes I pleaded, ‘don’t let me go’. He placed my hand in his and slowly crept the other one into my pocket to retrieve the other one. He didn’t go any further than that, and slowly swayed us side to side.

“You hear those lyrics? ‘hey mama we’re gonna be alright, dry those eyes’.” I didn’t even realize but in that moment I began to tear up, and Ethan’s hand, still holding mine, came up to wipe the tear that had made it’s way down my cheek. I winced, closing my eyes as I felt his fingers slightly brush my lips. He continued to sway us throughout the song, even throwing in a little twirl making sure to keep a steedy hold on my hands. And once the song ended, I realized I would be alright.


“Well tonight was really great, I had a lot of fun.” Ethan said grinning with a slight blush on his face.

“Yeah…that’s the first time I’ve had fun in a really long time. It meant a lot to me.” I said as we approached my room.

“So I made up for yesterday?”

“Yes, surprisingly you did. Before, I would’ve not even given you the time of day.”

“What made you then?” His face slowly moving in on mine. I looked down, words being hard to form.

“U-Uh…you just seemed like…a person I could trust.” I was leaning against my door at this point, a slight laugh came from my mouth. “Emphasis on the ‘could’.” It came out in a whisper.

Ethan’s eyes peered down onto my trembling lips, and mine on his calm ones. We both wanted the same thing, but the difference was I was scared to kiss another man. I was scared to committing to something I didn’t even know if I truly wanted.

Just as he was about to lean in further, my phone started to ring in my pocket. He sighed once again but was still shown to be okay. A loud sigh came from my lips as I pulled out my phone to see Madison’s name on my phone. My eyes widened and I felt the room start to spin again. Ethan became worried and tried to touch my shoulder in a sign of comfort.

“Is everything okay?” I flicked his hand off of me and started opening my room door.

“I-I just really have to um…take this.” He didn’t even get another word out before I slammed the door in his face. Probably not the best way to end a great night with an even greater guy, but my priority right now is not him, but myself. I quickly slid the answer button on my phone and fumbled with it on my ear.

“H-Hello? Hello Madi?”

“Y/N…he’s here looking for you.”


One of the moments that make me ship RyuAnn so hard, is that at Shido Palace, I mean, this scene is so beautiful, epic, sad…
The way of who they look each other once that Ryuji made it to the top, how Ann was too shocked about “Ryuji’s dead”, how she start to screaming and panicking… for him

Dude, I’m such a RyuAnn trash, but I really love all the feelings on this part

just some au’s

~ phil asking dan to go to the beach with him, and they end up dancing and wrestling on the sand, the sun shining on their skin and lighting up their eyes and one of them realizing “this is it. this is who i’m going to spend the rest of my life with,” and they confess their love while the sun sets, all cheesy like. 

~ married!phan where dan’s super nervous to ask if phil wants kids and he tries to work up the courage for like a week until he just blurts it out, and phil just stares at him and dan thinks he fucked it up until phil just says really quietly, “jesus, i’m so glad you asked first.”

~ phil getting super pissed and jealous when dan will not shut the fuck up about the new kanye album and ranting about how great he is until dan slips and calls him daddy, phil pinning him the nearest object and fucking him until he loses his voice from screaming, muttering “kanye can’t fuck you like i can.” (this one makes me laugh so hard ffs)

~ dan and phil watching each other from afar, falling too deeply in love with each other to ever escape, without hardly even talking to each other. phil tutoring him in french, bc the teacher ships it, and a week in dan passing him a note that read “je t'aime beaucoup” in messy nervous handwriting.

~ phil noticing that dan seems really uncomfortable in the clothes he wears, always tugging at the fabric and messing with it, and he seems to gravitate towards feminine things, so like the good boyfriend he is, he buys dan a skirt and a pastel sweater to see how he likes it, leaving it on his bed. the next day dan comes to school in the outfit just beaming, kissing phil on the cheeks and hugging him every four minutes. phil buys him more things, showering him with makeup and bows and complements.  

~ dan wearing black thigh highs and garters that he knows phil loves and laying on his bed, calling to phil and asking for a back massage with some bullshit excuse like “its more comfortable,”, moaning and saying really sexual things like “oh fuck yes, right there,” until phil snaps and fucks him into the mattress. 

i had so many more but i couldnt write forever , i had to let some escape or id blow up okay

also id be happy to write any of these if you wanted