#he has me in a fuckin chokehold right now I love my big boy

[lovelywingsart]

Wanted to draw PanzerShark again so have the Pirate babies... again uwu

I almost gave him a big round seal plushie but ended up with the actual Sealmelia instead~

Tried a semi-chibi thing and please help me I love him 😭💙

[poguesofthebau]

a/n: shout out to my mf BABY @fairlyukulele for this concept n many of the concepts that are currently in the works, love u the MOST 

summary: ethan sucks at watching movies, and sometimes it puts the people he loves in literal danger.

watching movies with ethan was impossible, and no one could tell you different. it didn’t matter what kind of movie you decided to put on, he could not sit through the whole thing.

the first movie you’d ever tried to watch with him was something corny and romantic, like the new Beauty and the Beast, or Everything, Everything. you dragged him to the movies on a day that neither of you were doing much, and you were so excited. ethan, on the other hand, was hesitant to walk into the movies to begin with, knowing he would hate whatever movie you forced him into watching. but he couldn’t say no to his girl, so he dragged his feet through the theater doors with the giant bucket of popcorn in one hand and your fingers laced through the others. you’d get nice and comfy in your seat, kicking your shoes off and basking in the glory of how ethan’s thumb felt stroking patterns into your thigh while he scrolled through his phone beside you.

the movie began, and you were completely wrapped up in it, eyes glued to the screen as you mindlessly reached for popcorn every few moments. half an hour into the film, though, you’d felt ethan squeeze on your thigh, and peeled your eyes from the big screen to look at him. he’d tugged on your leg then, silently asking you to lean into him, and when you did, you couldn’t stop the smile that broke out on your face at what he’d wanted. “you think that guy’s cuter than me?”

you rolled your eyes, patting his chest with your hand and shaking your head. when you shifted to lean back into your own seat, ethan caught you by the hand you’d placed on his chest, pulling you closer to him than you’d been before. your eyes widened at his actions, glancing around to see if anyone else was paying any attention to the two of you. as you concluded that no one was paying any attention to how handsy ethan was suddenly being, you also realized why he was so comfortable doing the things that he was-- you’d sat in the very second row from the back, with no one behind you or on either side of you. conveniently, your seats were completely hidden from the rest of the people in the theater.

so, after putting in nearly no effort, ethan had somehow tugged you onto his lap, hands tangled in your hair as he guided your mouth to his. within five seconds of kissing him, you’d forgotten how excited you’d been to see the movie, now fully wrapped up in how fucking talented ethan’s hands were. after fifteen minutes of touching you in just the right way, ethan’s hands coaxed you out of your seat and through the exit of the theater, all the way back to his bed-- literally.

after that experience, you and ethan never went to the movies alone again. if one of you had something you wanted to watch, you’d pack a bag and drive over to rent the movie and spend the night curled up on the couch watching it in the comfort of his home. 

one night he convinces you to watch a new action movie that he’s been dying to see, so, reluctantly, you meet him in the living room where grayson is fiddling with the remote while they wait for you, sauntering up to him and plopping down on the cushion. ethan’s arm juts out and pulls your body into his, planting his lips on your temple with a light smile at the fact that you’d agreed to spend your saturday night on his couch watching a movie with him and his twin brother. your head nuzzles into his neck with a soft hum, and the movie starts.

the entire film, you’re half paying attention, half focusing on how enormous ethan’s hands are as you toy with his fingers in your lap. at some point, something exceptionally interesting begins to happen on the screen, causing your attention on his fingers to be put on pause as your eyebrows raise at the intense fight scene taking place. your head cocks to one side when Character A’s leg flies past Character B’s head in an attempt to land a kick to the face, and you feel ethan chuckle under you. when you swivel your head to catch his eye, he’s already smirking down at you in amusement, that familiar glint of challenge in his eye, “bet i could do this to you. i’m like a ninja.”

grayson scoffs from the other end of the couch, and suddenly your boyfriend is taking action. within two seconds, he has you in a chokehold, which you easily squirm your way out of. unable to fight the laughter that’s falling past your lips, you shove him to the side, smushing his face into the arm of the couch. he uses his feet to gently push you back by the stomach until your arms are too far from him to hold his head down, and then he’s on top of you. after pausing the movie, grayson himself is now giggling at the sight of you and ethan going at it, and he has to curl his legs into themselves to keep you from flopping right into his kneecap while trying to free yourself from ethan’s hold. in a matter of a few seconds, you’ve got him flipped back over-- you may or may not have bitten his neck to weaken him-- and now you’re holding his wrists above his head with both hands, a total mess of giggles and wheezes.

finally, the play fight goes south.

in an attempt to flip you over once again, ethan has literally kicked you off the couch, and you hit the ground with a sickening plunk. the wind is knocked out of you, and ethan’s eyes are wide as he drops off the couch beside you, immediately regretting his move. “oh my god, are you okay?”

you wheeze, taking a deep breath as you look at him with fire in your eyes. “jesus christ, ethan. what’re you trying to do, fuckin’ kill me? i’m not grayson, ya know!” at that grayson grins smugly, proud at the unintentional compliment you’ve slid his way in your annoyed frenzy.

as he helps you sit up, ethan’s head is shaking with surprise at himself. “babe, i’m sorry! i can’t help how good of a ninja i am! shit just happens sometimes!”

you roll your eyes, dropping back down on the couch. this time you lay out on your back, ethan hesitantly kissing you before lifting your feet so he can sit down and then laying them back on his lap as you place a pillow over your face. ethan’s hand is rubbing up and down your calf, and you know he feels bad for hurting you. a moment later, though, you hear the movie resume, internally groaning at the boy’s lack of concern for you as you mutter into the pillow, “this is why i never watch movies with you.”