Reading So Many Tumblr Fics Has Completely Ruined Me From Ever Reading A Wattpad Story That Ain’t In

Jude Bellingham x journalist!Reader. Drabble.

warning for language. no dialogue. jude is whipped.

Jude can feel blood rush in his veins, the gentle thrumming of his heart occupying his ears. Jesus, was it always this loud?

Cool. Calm. Collected. Weren't those the words that would always accompany his name? But God, right now he felt anything but.

Enamoured. Enraptured. Enchanted.

The waves of your sweet cadence of your voice washing over him, the tide so strong that it kept pulling Jude back into you. The dips in your pitch almost itching a scratch in Jude's brain that he didn't even know he had.

God he hopes he's hiding it well; pleads to some unknowing force that his face isn't plastered by the affairs of his heart.

You must be a new hire because he has never seen you before. Or at least he doesn't recall seeing you before. Yeah right, he almost scoffs to himself, like he could ever forget a face like yours; so bright and warm. Was the light fucking bending in your presence to you?

The soft curl of your lips has Jude in a daze. He wonders if they taste sweet, wonders if you taste sweet, almost sickengly like your perfume; peach and hints of vanilla. Sinful.

The pause in your voice snaps him out of his reverie. Your eyes were wide, eyebrows turned up expectantly, the microphone clutched in your grip was now turned towards him. Shit. You had asked him a question. What did you ask? Think Jude, think. Something about his goal tonight? How beautiful it was and if he had any comments on it?

He wanted to laugh. Beautiful? What did he know about beauty when he had only now met you? Jude felt like an inadequate apprentice, yearning to be under your tutelage so you could teach him. What business did a blind man have in describing a starry sky?

Jude licked his lips. He didn't want to disappoint you. So he spoke, stringing together words as best he could, not even sure what he was saying. You were smiling now, eyes crinkling near your edges as he spoke. Fucking angelic. You must have liked what he said, your light giggle almost sending him to heaven.

He wanted to hear it again, mind abuzz with how he could make that happen.

Jude felt himself be gently pushed. What was their problem? Couldn't they see he was busy? Dressing room, he heard someone mutter, almost paying no attention to those words. Everything else was so dull in comparison to you.

His feet were moving now despite his reluctance, eyes still stuck to the vision that you were, your shy wave of farewell clutching his heart in a death grip. Jude couldn't resist the smile that adorned his face, the sound of your giggle reverberating in his chest and echoing in his ears.

What had you just done to him?

hii everyone i am having a terrible, horrible writers block atm and can’t seem to get out of it no matter what i do :( i was wondering if you could maybe send blurb ideas for the characters on my masterlist? (maybe writing blurbs will help) and do you guys have any tips for getting out of a writers block?

MY TESTWEEK FINALLY ENDED THANK GOD IM SO HAPPYYYY

anyway i’m going to start writing again! i’ll probably do the requests first but i’ll see what i’ll do 🫶🏼

mystery caller

ethan landry x fem!reader

req by @l5byrinth: so i was thinking about yk the intro of scream 1996? where ghostface calls the girl and they get to talk and he suddenly asks if she has a boyfriend and she's like why you wanna ask me out on a date? so something like that with than be basically he has liked her for a very long time but never really had the courage to ask her out yk? you can decide how you want it to go or end!! this idea has just been in my mind for soooo long a i hope you like this idea.

words: 1.4k

notes: ghostface, mentions of death, mentions of blood, a knife is mentioned once or twice, kissing. i don’t really like this 😭 i’ve realized i’m more of a fluff fic writer

with the news on as background noise, you were fully focused on making dinner as your roommate, anika, made her way back home from a date with mindy, just like she had texted. the buzzing of your phone caught your attention, as it seemed the group chat with your friends was getting filled with messages. chad had texted a couple of times, telling everyone to check the news with a few panicked emojis, and it seemed that everybody else in the chat was just as freaked out as him. 

turning up the volume still holding onto the spatula, your brain took a beat to process the words on the screen saying that sam was a prime suspect for a murder near your apartment. just as you picked up your phone to text the group chat that had now over 50 unread messages, an unrecognized number appeared at the top of your screen. you let it ring for a few seconds, wondering if it could be tara’s sister calling since you hadn’t really ever talked

“hello?” you put it on speaker and left it on the counter as you flipped the two burgers on the pan, one for you and one for your roommate. “y/n” the voice definitely wasn’t sam’s. it was deep, almost robotic, and it sounded like it was mocking her “who is this?”

“poor thing, your friends haven’t told you anything. have they?” there was a chuckle on the other end of the line and you felt yourself tense up a bit once the news reporter held up a mask that had been found at the crime scene “is this a prank?”

“you’d think, wouldn’t you?”

sighing, you moved to where your phone sat and hesitated for a moment before hanging up on the unknown caller. the second you texted mindy, the horror movie expert, about a mystery call from a weird voice she went crazy. mindy spammed the group chat saying he had called you, and you quickly covered by saying it was probably a prank. it was almost halloween after all.

the number lot up your screen again and just as you picked up, you could hear a grunt in the back “bad choice, y/n. hanging up on me”

“who are you?”

“let’s play a game”

you rolled your eyes and decided to keep the call going, your evening had been very boring without anika around “sure”

“what’s your favorite scary movie?” the voice asked. you pretended to think for a minute, getting the plates ready “i’m not really a horror person”

“that’s too bad. do you have a boyfriend?” you let out a laugh “sorry?” the voice stayed quiet, as if challenging you to laugh at whoever it was at the other end of the line one more time “do you?”

“no, why? i won’t go on a date with a stranger, you know?” the person hummed, the like getting clearer by the second “you wouldn’t?” you felt a knot form in your throat once you heard a door shut all the way down the hallway “who is this?” your voice quivered a bit and you quickly opened the messaging app to tell your friends you definitely weren’t home alone. but as soon as you typed out the words, a black gloved hand snatched the phone away

“nah-uh” the masked man shook his head, and you recognized the mask from the news. you could feel your entire body shaking as he took a step closer “please- my roommate is about to get home” you begged, but he only titled his head before reaching out to turn on a voice changer on the side of the mask “i won’t hurt you, y/n”

the knife on his hand pressed gently against your chin and for a second you felt like you were about to die, he titled your head back, making you keep eye contact with the masks’s black eyes “you wouldn’t go on a date with a stranger, huh?”

“you’re wearing the mask from the news” he nodded “you’re going to kill me?”

“i could never, baby”

you made a face at the nickname, but when he didn’t make a move to use the knife that was now covered by his robe you glanced away. the masked man nodded at you “i’ll let you take it off if you keep me a secret. hm?” feeling helpless, you nodded. he took a moment to study your face as if wanting to confirm you truly wouldn’t snitch on him.

he nodded once and you felt yourself get goosebumps as you reached up to the mask’s chin, swiftly taking it off of his head. at the sight of your close friend, you felt your heart drop to the very pit of your stomach “ethan-“

“- you’re a killer” your voice sounded so breathy that ethan felt like revealing himself to you had been a mistake. you were clearly scared of him “no. no, baby. i haven’t killed anyone” it felt as though that robe and mask gave ethan some kind of confidence you had never seen in him. baby?

“not yet, at least” he finished his sentence. okay now you felt your whole body was about to give out, he sensed the change in your demeanor “not you, y/n. never you” he reached to caress your cheek with his still gloved hand and he gave you a small smile. which slowly melted into a smirk as he felt your fear go away for a second “why would you scare me like that” you smacked his chest and he let out a chuckle “oh, please!” he said

his curls had stuck to his forehead from the heat of the mask and you wondered why you weren’t more freaked out by the fact that he had sneaked into your house with the keys you gave him months before. “you wouldn’t go on a date with me?” he asked, voice a little deep as he moved closer. you kept silent, watching him leave the knife on the table, right next to the two plates of food, and he stepped closer to where you stood “can i kiss you, baby? just once”

at loss for words, you felt your body move by itself as you nodded your head yes. his eyes trailed down at your hands, no longer shaking, and he had that smirk on his face again. you had never seen such a confident ethan in the months you had known each other. at the buzzing of your phone, indicating that the group chat was still talking, ethan flipped the screen, stopping you from distracting yourself.

he had taken his right hand’s glove, you realized. ethan used his thumb to split your lips apart as he closed any kind of distance between you, his body now fully flushed against yours. lips still not touching.

“oh, y/n. i can’t believe you hate scary movies, i’m standing here right now and you’re not scared of me”

a small gasp came out from your thoat as he cupped your face, one hand still covered in the black cloth and the other soft against your cheek. he closed his eyes first, or maybe you did. but the second his lips covered yours he let out a grunt from his throat in relief and he was kissing you like his life depended on it. only pulling back to breathe for a second or two before going back in for a kiss. your hands had messed his curls up by then and the spatula you had been holding all that time was somewhere in the floor, you were sure he kicked it away once you dropped it to kiss him back.

pulling away from you, ethan licked his lips. and with the same smirk you’d witnessed for the third time that night, he made his way to the balcony, putting on his mask again before muttering a goodnight and managing to go away unnoticed by any neighbors. anika got back worried, you had heard her keys jiggle on the lock about four times before she actually managed to open the door, she ran in worried and held your face to inspect you before sighing in relief.

“you have some blood here” she wiped it off your chin “what happened? was someone in here?” anika’s eyes moved to the spatula on the floor and the phone that was still facing downwards “nothing- i just- saw the news and got a bit scared. that’s all”

“what about this?” she showed you the small bit of blood on her finger that she had wiped off of your face “i must’ve cut myself making dinner, it doesn’t even hurt. don’t worry” anika nodded, cleaning off her finger before sitting next to you to have dinner. your phone buzzed once again, ethan’s name on the screen and a short text with the words thank you for keeping my secret ;)

are you willing to write for trent alexander arnold? if so please write something fluffy or something antsy which gets resolved and turns to fluff

it’s you - trent alexander arnold x reader.

quick sum: love is never easy. especially when you least expected it from liverpools finest bachelor. will you finally take the leap of faith, or lose the guy who’s willing to do the extreme for you to see reality.

wc: 1.9k | masterlist | trent’s masterlist

psa🗣️: hi angel! and hello to my trent girlies! i haven’t written for trent before so i hope you enjoy this 🤍

you felt stuck. constantly looking around and avoiding the man that had consumed your thoughts in ways you didn’t picture. feeling awkward and timid when he walked past you or your eyes connected. 

the trip was last minute, you didn’t plan to go if it wasn’t your friend insisting you went since she would be alone. you didn’t want to go, it meant you would have to see trent after you avoided him since he confessed his feelings to you. 

trent wasn’t one to speak much. always reserved and kept to himself, a completely different person on the pitch and in real life. but with you, he felt he could speak for hours about everything, not once get tired of it. you let him be the person he would’ve never pictured to be. 

what went wrong? 

he knew you from the back of your hand. needed to keep yourself busy in order to survive. an almost graduate from uni and working at your dream internship. a small volunteer worker just outside the city. 

he knew when you lied, scrunching your eyes brows and hands twitching. he knew when you felt happy, the small wrinkles and dimples popping on your face. he knew you were upset when you bit your lip and unfocused around your surroundings. 

trent knew you felt the same way he did but this time he couldn’t properly read you, left hurt and confused by your manner. “i’m in love you with y/n… i’ve never felt like this for anyone before. and it feels so right when i’m here, with you.” 

his brows drew in when your smile slowly dropped, pulling your hands back and cleared your throat. “trent…” you whispered, you clenched your jaw unsure of what to say. “i need time to think of this. i-i-i just don’t know what to say…” you stood up and grabbed your coat. 

“say you love me back,” trent prayed in his head, watching you stumble around to retrieve your belongings. “what do you mean? i confess how i feel and you’re running away?” 

“i need time to think. this is all so sudden, and i don’t want to pressure either of us. or give us false hope,” you smiled trying to reason and not break his heart. but trent’s heart broke, a millions thoughts racing in his head and the idea of not being enough tracing back. 

he fluttered his lashes and painfully smiled, was he about to cry? is this what pain felt like? a stab in the heart, millions of needles poking in his chest as his hands fisted. “well you know the way out…” trent motioned with his hand, walking to the side to let you go. 

you approached him, having the urge to explain why you said what you said, but he walked back. tears came out your eyes, knowing you hurt the man you loved in front of you. “trent,” you croaked, but he just shook his head. 

“don’t.” 

not a single soul knew of the two of you. a private secret. he wanted to protect you from his hectic world. and you wanted to have something genuine and real. you had something real. had. but like always you ruined it. like every person who walked into your life, leaving because you were scared. 

trent was straight forward with you. always communicating with you. the only person you found yourself lurking to at the end of the day. his touch lingering on you ever when you weren’t together. the way he smiled made your heart heat up and your hands slightly tremble. 

you didn’t deserve him. you were a broken person. afraid of committing. you were afraid of love. the idea of falling for a person, so hopelessly devoted to them, and in the end for it to not work out. you easily got attached, and it wasn’t any different with trent. 

trent had a way different life than yours. lights, money, women, his job, all shining on him wherever he went. he had a family, friends, a base supporting him, while you it was just your sister and trio. he constantly reminded you he wasn’t the person in the papers, which was true. 

he valued you. he trusted you. he confided in you. he respected you. he loved you. why couldn’t you just allow yourself to be with him? why did it feel hard to finally accept and take the leap of faith and be with the man who has ever truly loved you? 

you were stressed. constantly turning in your sleep. eyes closing but your head refusing for you to sleep. chest rising and falling as you listened quietly to the rain fall. the sheets barely covering your body, and the pillow feeling less fluffy and now hot. with a small groan you stood up, the time reading almost 4 am. 

you tipped tied downstairs. walking by the room your friends and his friends were occupied in. the thunder and lightning shining in the open and clear windows. you opened the cabinet and grabbed a glass, pouring cold water to relieve your dry throat. 

you closed your eyes, hands gripping the counter as you felt goosebumps suddenly rise. “couldn’t sleep?” you gasped quietly, the glass slowly tipping before quickly catching it and standing up straight. trent stood there, bags under his eyes, lips pursed with his arms crossed. muscles flexed under the loose black tee he wore with his black calvin klein boxers. 

“something like that,” you said, averting your gaze, hand coming up to brush your skin or maybe the nerves away. he stepped closer, inspecting you, noticing you were wearing the small black shirt he owned with your batman themed shorts. “same. couldn’t sleep with all the noise outside…” trent confessed, also grabbing a cold glass of water. 

you went quiet. the feeling of guilt consuming your insides as you kept asking yourself if this was truly happening. you couldn’t stop staring, savouring maybe the last few glances in case it would be the last. trying to make a mental imprint of the moles you traced while he slept, the small scar under his brow, his lips. 

your throat went dry again, but this time the cold glass of water wasn’t going to help, the only thing that could was finally take that leap and let him out of misery for the two of you. “trent…” you said softly, hearing him and finally connecting eyes. 

“don’t you think i deserve an explanation?” he asked with a sad smile. you bit your lip and nodded. “yes you do. and i’m willing to explain everything, but i understand if it’s too late,” you respected his feelings knowing he deserved this but also not wanting to push him to the limit. 

“i love you. i do. so much. i need you to know that before i start saying anything,” his eyes widened a bit, mouth opened to say something but you shushed him. “for once in my life, i can’t let you or us go. i made the mistake that night and i beat myself for it. not only did i hurt you in the process but also the idea of us.” 

“i’m scared,” you teared, smiling. “it’s scary to feel this way. to have my heart racing when i hear your name, our song, your voice. love to me always felt like a joke or fantasy. love is about letting someone know your map of flaws and imperfections. to fully be vulnerable.” 

“love with you though? is like a dream come true. you understand me more than i understand myself. you saw me for who i am and not the person i put myself to be. you love me at my prettiest and also lowest. you hold me close, kiss my forehead, and use those words of reassurance i need to hear and always believe.” 

“i love when you sleep next to me, where i get to stare at the prettiest man on earth as you sleep. i love to see your smile get bigger when i tell you about the kids at my volunteer work or my jokes. i love to sit with you at the end of the day and allow me to hear about your job and family. to see the flowers you send or bring when i see you. trent i love you, so much.” 

“i’m scared to lose you. to lose the only person i’ve let into my life this close,” you shrugged smiling painfully, holding yourself tighter as you wiped your tears away. you hear his footsteps approach, sobbing quietly when he pulls you closer to him, his hand brushing your head, feeling his lips kiss your temple. the longing feeling replaced with warmth and safety. 

your skin becoming hot and getting rid of the cold goosebumps and chilling feeling in your chest. you kiss his chest, tip toeing up as you continue to trace his neck and jaw, his cheeks with kisses mixed with your tears. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry trent,” you apologised, your hand gripping his bicep. 

“stop. don’t torture yourself anymore. let me hold you. let me feel you. it’s just you and me, okay? shhhh,” he hushed you, repeating his same movements to help you calm down. you sniffled, pulling back slightly after a minute. “i deserve you. i love you, and your imperfections and flaws. for allowing me to become the man i wished and longed to be.” 

“please don’t push me away anymore. you aren’t ever going to lose me, because what we have is eternal. your love to me is a safe space, the world and women i dreamed of having and i finally have it now. it’s you, always will be you baby,” he brushed your tears away, feeling your lips kiss his wrist and hand, losing himself in your eyes. 

“i love every single part of you.” 

the chilling counter made you hold trent tighter while laughing, feeling and hearing his deep chuckle as his hands traced your thighs. “are you ready now?” he asked, kissing your collarbone. “more than ready,” you said, officially taking the leap of faith. 

he sighed and let his shoulders fall in a relaxed manner and smiling, watching as his eyes closed and lashes touched his upper cheeks. “trent look at me…” he stood up and grabbed your chin, “i love you,” you felt the need to say to confirm your feelings and his. “i love you, pretty girl,” his nose nuzzled into your neck, tracing all the way up to your cheek. 

you sealed the night with the anticipated kiss. getting the blood rush through your veins, as you fully focused on him. his lips feeling like home. his fingers bringing your face closer to his and getting lost in the way he devoured you. not in a rushed or hard manner, in a passionate and loving way. 

“my girl officially.” 

Wrong smile, Wrong guy

Jealous!Chishiya x Reader | enemies in love :) | slow-burn tension

The beach was loud tonight—bonfires flickering, music echoing across stone walls, voices bouncing off tile and tension. From the second-floor balcony, half-shadowed by a column, Chishiya stood still—detached, as always. Except tonight, his eyes weren’t wandering the crowd like usual.

They were locked on you.

You were standing near the bar, posture loose, laughter easy. You looked soft in the glow of the firelight—softer than you ever were with him, and he hated that he noticed. Chishiya couldn’t hear the conversation—didn’t need to. You laughed, the kind of genuine laugh he didn’t see often, and tilted your head in a way he recognized. That glint in your eye, the one you always used right before a sharp-tongued resort—gone. Replaced with softness. The source?

Last boss.

Of all people

Chishiya’s jaw tensed, the corner of his mouth twitching—just enough to betray him. He wasn’t even sure why it annoyed him. It just did.

He watched you nudge Last Boss playfully in the arm—touched him—and that was it. He turned away, pacing a step like the movement might shake it off. But it didn’t. You never smiled liked that when you talked to him. With him, you were all eye rolls, sarcasm, smug jabs, and “go away, Chishiya.”

So why the hell did it bother him?

Maybe it was the way you looked so uncomplicated down there, laughing like the world wasn’t crumbling. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t even noticed him watching. Or maybe it was because somewhere deep in his chest, there was a flicker of something he didn’t want to name.

He glanced over his shoulder again, watching you from afar, and quietly muttered to himself.

“Tch. Idiot.”

But this time, he wasn’t talking about you.

upbraid — ethan landry

Description: Upbraid—To upbraid someone is to speak to them in an angry or critical way in response to something they have done wrong—in other words, to scold them.

Or: You hate that Ethan has been careless while wearing the mask.

Pairing: Spider-Man!Ethan Landry x GN!Reader

Warnings/Tags: descriptions of wounds/bruises, some angst

Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s Note: a little writing exercise for me, i took merriam webster’s september 3rd word of the day (upbraid) and built a plot out of it :] finished it about a month later LMAO

It was after a night out with some friends that you discovered that your best friend since high-school, Ethan, was the same man dressing up in red and blue and patrolling the streets every night. You came home slightly drunk, and the vigilante was passed out on your fire escape, battered and bruised. You hadn’t known it was him yet. It was when you had to stitch him up—while he was unconscious—and you saw a birthmark on his side that you got suspicious. When he took off the mask right in front of you was the confirmation.

You’d been taking care of him since then. He insisted that you didn’t have to, but sometimes you figured that patching him up was more for you than him.

Things didn’t change much after that incident except for that Ethan comes to you every night for his wounds. Outside of that secret shared between you two, there was no change in your relationship whatsoever.

Working regular shifts at a local coffee shop ensured you heard whatever the news stations were saying about Spider-Man that week due to the television always playing, albeit at a low volume. Over the last few months, you learned how yo tune it out in fear that you’ll one day hear that Ethan was dead.

But your coworkers couldn’t seem to get enough of him. Which, at first, you didn’t care, but now that you knew it Ethan, you shut down any words about Spider-Man.

All it took was one day, on your break.

There were no customers, so you lounged in the main sitting area scrolling through your phone.

“Holy shit,” Mindy, the only coworker you considered a friend, grabbed the nearby remote and turned up the TV volume. “Look.”

Seeing as she wasn’t usually the type to care about Spider-Man, your instincts trusted that whatever was on the screen wasn’t about him. But you were so, so wrong.

It happened quickly.

The headline caught your eye first:

LIVE: SPIDER-MAN FIGHTS GREEN GOBLIN

The green goblin. That’s what the media had been calling the bad guy of the week. Well, more like two weeks. Ethan assured you that he had it under control.

It was clear as day that he, in fact, did not have it under control.

Your spine went rigid.

The camera zoomed in on Spider-Man, a large gash on his calf and holding his arm close to his chest, assessing the situation while civilians ran for their lives.

You grabbed the remote from Mindy’s hand, turning off the TV and earning you an irked ‘Hey!’; however you didn’t hear much more than that because you were bolting out the door in the next second.

You waited about an hour in anticipation at your apartment, med kit on the counter, sitting there blankly and watching if your phone got any texts from Ethan. You repeatedly ignored the texts from Mindy or your manager asking where you had gone—none of that was important now—Ethan had to be your priority.

The loud bang on your window finally signalled his arrival, and you hated that you were relieved. The pit in your chest grew deeper every time, and yet every time, it meant he was alive.

The room was eerily quiet.

Ethan winced as you wrapped up his arm. Whenever you patched him up like this, it was always quiet. But this time—this time was different, somehow. It was tense. Something hung in the room and it left a tense note, an unfinished symphony; he was in the dark.

It hit him that it was the look on your face which made him fill with dread.

Your furrowed brows accompanied a seemingly permanent frown on your face, and your eyes were everywhere but his own.

He knew how much he worried you. You said so on the first day he landed on that fire escape, but you always started every visit with an, ‘I’m glad you’re okay,’ or at least some variation of it.

This wasn’t that. At all.

“Can you at least talk to me?” He broke the silence, a glass shattered.

You looked up at him, “No.”

The air left his lungs. “What?” Maybe it was the end. “What—what do you mean?”

“You wanna talk?” You haphazardly shoved things in the med kit, zipping it up and walking away with it to put it back where it belonged.

Ethan only nodded hesitantly.

“I’ll talk.” When you came back to face him, you looked down. “You’re fucking careless.”

He could only part his lips in hopes that words will come. Maybe they will. But nothing did, he didn’t know if he truly could’ve spoken at that moment because you were elaborating what you meant soon enough.

“You just—you come in here and expect me to fix you every single time,” he heard your heart beat faster with every word. “And then you go out there and do it again.”

“I told—“

“No!” his jaw shut tight when you raised your voice. “I’m tired, Ethan. I really am. I see you getting hurt every day—I have to see that, Ethan, because you’re everywhere! Then you come to me and I have to pretend like thinking about you dying doesn’t keep me up at night.”

Ethan’s heart plummeted into the abyss. He wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole along with it, as the shame and disgust at himself hit him all at once. He had nothing else to say. There were no words for you, because you were right. And that’s what hurt the most.

He had nothing else to say except, “I didn’t know I hurt you like that.”

“Ethan—”

“I told you that you didn’t have to do that for me.”

“If I don’t do it, nobody else will,” you sighed.

“I’m sorry.” Ethan had been so lost in protecting others that he lost sight of protecting you. In turn, he hurt you—used you. “I’ll go.”

He stood up in haste, shuffling past you with his eyes glued to the ground.

“Ethan,” God, even the way you say his name wounded him. So much that he’d already forgotten about his physical state. He winced as he put his mask back on and opened up the window. “Don’t.”

But that was a good sign. Don’t meant you wanted him to stay. Nonetheless, he still had to protect you. Protecting you was his priority.

“I can’t—” he coughed. “This isn’t…good. I’ll go.”

There was a beat of silence when he looked back before leaving.

“You know what?” You added. “You’re right. Just leave.”

And so he left.

Days passed.

You ignored the screens, though it always made its way back to you.

SPIDER-MAN: ABANDONED NEW YORK?

Spider-Man was gone. For three days, at least. Yet the world felt his absence. Your world, however, was at a complete standstill. Waiting with bated breath in anticipation of either hearing about the death of your Ethan or his resurfacing. You hoped it was the former.

Your mutual friends even sensed your unease, but because of college and finals, it was really only Tara who took note of the blankness in your eyes when someone brought up Ethan.

Thankfully, Spider-Man showed up. The city rejoiced in being protected once again. But you were still missing Ethan in your life. Through Chad, you checked on his state, who always responded that his roommate rarely spoke to him these days. It seemed that Ethan was letting you have your pick of friends, almost as if it were a divorce and you got what he had. Even if the idea of you and Ethan getting ‘divorced’ made you laugh at its absurdity, in some ways it did feel like that.

Weeks passed. It was days before finals. You had dealt somewhat well with Ethan’s absence by losing yourself in your day-to-day life. You studied harder, even picked up extra shifts which made Mindy question your motive. You hated work.

Unfortunately, it seemed as though the all-nighters finally caught up to you.

It was dawn. You hadn’t slept in almost twenty-four hours, and you knew Ethan would be out patrolling at this moment. You banged on the door of his dorm, waking up an angry Chad, but you couldn’t think about that now as you headed straight for Ethan’s room and sat on his bed.

You figured it was too long. Weeks too long. You should have talked to him the day after, but his insistence on leaving your apartment that day made your heart constrict in ways you didn’t think possible. Maybe you hurt him too much with what you said.

The sleep came easily.

A light touch of your arm woke you up.

Upon rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you were faced with Ethan. Your Ethan. His mask was off.

The instinct to stand up to wrap your arms around him was as easy as the sleep that came to you hours before. It was long overdue.

It took a few seconds for him to reciprocate, and you sighed when you finally felt him release his breath.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

He pulled back to your dismay, keeping you at arms length.

“You—you shouldn’t be here.”

You almost flinched. “What?”

“No,” he shook his head incessantly. “I’m supposed to be protecting you.”

That was not what you expected. “Ethan, what—”

“Please, just—just leave.”

“Is that what you really want?”

Same like that day, his eyes didn’t leave the ground. Anywhere but your eyes.

“Answer me, at least.” You sounded desperate.

“I can’t hurt you like that again. So, leave.” His voice tapered off, shaken.

“Look me in the eyes when you say that.” You mustered up all the strength you could despite having woke up mere minutes ago. “Tell me that I’m safer without you.”

He shook his head instinctively, “You’re not without me.”

“What?” You whispered, lungs out of air.

“Nothing.”

“You’ve been watching me, aren’t you?”

His silence said everything.

You reached to brush his messy curls out of his eyes. His mask had messed them up. He finally turned his head to you, curious.

Yet, you couldn’t look him in his eyes as you said it.

“You hurt me when you’re careless,” you declared. “But it hurts more when you—you…think I don’t want you to be around me. I feel safe with you, Ethan. If you really don’t want to hurt me then…then just—please stay in my life. As Ethan.”

He pulled you closer, and you rested your head against his shoulder.

“What you’re doing as Spider-Man is good. You have to protect people. But you’re Ethan. I fell in love with him first and—and I don’t want anything to happen to him.”

“You’re in love with me?”

He lifted your chin up to face him, the contact surging through your being.

You nodded wordlessly.

He finally smiled, “I think I’ve been in love with you for longer.”

“Nuh uh,” you flashed him a grin back. “I knew when I met you.”

“Then we’re even.”

He kept his hands on your chin, subconsciously pulling you closer. He desperately searched your eyes for unease, but found something he’d always known was there: love.

“Prove it.”

And so he kissed you like his life depended on it.

« 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗺'𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 ♡

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╭┈—— note: when i write about a character i love to imagine every single aspect of what they would canonically be like and i see neteyam as someone who would have different levels/stages in his relationship with his s/o which evolve as he gets to know them more. so i gracefully present to you…

『 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝟭. 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 』

neteyam knows not to jump into relationships so soon, all the romance books and movies his dad brought from his old home taught him that. before he even considers dating you, his number 1 priority would be quality time to get to know you better. this is the stage where he'll ask you to go on walks with him, hunt with him, spend time with his family, everything. he wants to get to know your true essence and self before he lets himself get carried away. 

he would be enamoured by you at first sight, something tugging at his heart and pushing him to go and talk to you everytime he sees you. the most notable thing you will see in the first stage is the way he looks at you as you ramble on beside him, telling him about your life. he will look at you as if you handpainted the entirety of the night sky all on your own, designing each part of the universe. he will look at you as if you are his creator, because each moment he spends with you gives him life.

『 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝟮. 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶𝗰𝗲 』

stage two will initiate itself after you’ve successfully captured his heart. he will do tiny favours for you at first; putting his hand above your head so you don't hurt yourself when bending underneath something, holding a tree branch or a leaf up so that you don’t get hit by it, getting you some food if you are not present at dinner, or even surprising you with a little flower that he picked up that reminded him of you. this will be his way of showing you that he cares deeply about you, that you are on his mind constantly. 

if you do not get the hint, which you won’t, because he is extremely subtle, he will move on to greater lengths for you. if you are carrying something heavy he will take it from your hands without even offering you help, instead asking you about your day if you dare protest. if you are running errands he will assist you in the best way he can, ensuring that others will think that you’ve done a magnificent job. he will offer to massage your shoulders after a long day, and he will constantly check on your health. 

during this stage he will also examine your reactions to his acts, determining whether you also feel some sort of mutual attraction for him (which you do, cause you wouldn’t be reading this if you didn’t). he smiles to himself if you get flustered as his strong fingers relax your shoulder blades after a long day, feeling you melt into his touch. if he thinks you return his affections, he will move on to stage 3.

『 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝟯. 𝗽𝗵𝘆𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵 』

this is the stage of his confession. he will take you for a calm walk along the beach, and as eclipse falls he will gently take your hands in his, looking deep into your eyes. your words will trail off and he’ll take a deep breath in, ready to confess his undying love for you. 

by the end of it your face is just so hot because really? the son of Toruk Makto, the finest man in the village, the kindest, most loyal, bravest, most talented warrior, just confessed. to you. you just look at him flabbergasted and he laughs, throwing his head back, taking that as a sign that you like him back. he’ll ask you if you’re okay with him kissing you, and all you can muster is a small nod before he gently pecks you on the lips, afraid that if he shows you the full extent of his fervor for you he’d break you into a million pieces.

from that day forward, he is much more touchy with you. lingering touches on your back and on your arms, sometimes pressing a kiss to your forehead or wrapping an arm around your waist when you both are alone. if there's something stuck in your eye he’ll blow into it in an attempt to help you, but it just ends up with you both rolling on the floor laughing, somehow. you help him with his hair and he’ll help you with yours. he takes pleasure in feeling your hands working on his hair, expertly braiding them. he also enjoys taking rests on your lap as you caress his cheek lovingly, relishing in your touch.

『 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝟰. 𝗴𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 』

this is the point of no return. you have chosen him and he has chosen you. this is the stage of his love where he starts officially courting you, gifting you wonderful shells, flowers, even shiny and uniquely shaped rocks. he will create gorgeous headpieces, necklaces and waist chains for you, staring at the shocked look at your face when he presents them to you, spurring him on to make more. 

he’ll have a stupidly handsome smile on his face when he’s making something for you, him getting all giddy inside at the thought of seeing you wear what he’s created for you. when you gift him something of your own making, he makes it a point to wear it the very next day and show it off, openly updating his relationship status. 

『 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝟱. 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 』

the words “i love you” or “oel ngati kameie” are simply not enough to explain how the two of you burn for each other; like twin flames dancing with in tandem, burning bright enough to overcome even the dampest, darkest of spaces. you are the first to initiate this stage. when you lay beneath the tree of souls with him underneath the dazzling night sky, you will whisper to him lovingly, “you are the sun that warms my skin and the moon that lights my path. neteyam, you are the universe that gives my life meaning and purpose.” 

you’ve killed him, he’s speechless. words of affirmation mean so much more to him than he could ever express, as this is the final and most intimate stage of his love. after that day, he will always whisper loving sentences to you, reminding how much you value in his heart. “your eyes are the stars that light up my gloomiest nights,” he will whisper in your ear after a long and tiring day. “my love for you is a flower that sprouts eternal,” he will say to you as you wake up, eyes still groggy. 

the beauty of your smile casts light upon his world, the jingle of your laughter filling him up with joy and sustenance. his love for you is a symphony that crescendos with each beat of his yearning heart, and he will never let you forget it. 

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dayum i really turned into shakespeare that last part…i just really wanted to post this cause y not 😭 seriously this went from one whole different concept to another. It was originally supposed to be possessive neteyam headcanons but it transformed into this somehow?? i hope you enjoyed reading this, feedback and reblogs are much appreciated! when people comment it really does help me figure out whether the content i put out is good or not, so i profoundly cherish every person that has left a comment on my posts before.  as always, thank you so much for reading to the end. much love, lorre.

could you PLEASE write a neteyam fic based on the t swizzle song right where you left me 🙏🙏

here you go! hope you enjoy it ml 💌 @madelynsverse

AHH i'm so glad u love my writing!! you are so so kind as well :) and i love this request like????

dating jack champion

✷ where do i start with this outgoing boy

✷ let's go back to when you first met: it was the first day of filming for way of the water, and you had been cast as one of the sully children. and you were just chilling, going over your lines until you see jack walk past you.

✷ you immediately think he's cute. and it doesn't help that you two have a lot of scenes together since his character (spider) is closely tied with the sully family.

✷ the more scenes you film, the more time together, the more chances you get to know each other...and you know the rest.

✷ jack is such a simp for you. like full puppy-dog eyed head over heels for you type shit.

✷ you know that one tik tok song that's like 'walk him like a dog sis, walk him like a dog' yeah that's literally you and him.

✷ can literally stare at you for hours and not get bored. getting ready for an event? he's staring at you. doing normal daily activities? he's staring at you. it gets a little creepy sometimes, ngl.

✷ as seen in my first jack drabble, butters is your bestie lol. sometimes, you think she loves you more than she loves jack. she's always up for your cuddles and head scratches.

✷i dk maybe you just have this certain charm when it comes to his family (butters included) because they all love you!! will literally beg jack to bring you over during the weekend or smth lol

✷ you like doing his makeup a lot. you're sitting on his lap, music playing in the background while you do his lashes. jack likes mascara and eyeliner the best, and makes you take soso many pictures.

✷ speaking of pictures, u guys are definitely that couple who goes to hundreds of photobooth and come out with so many picture strips. you keep some in the back of your phone and he has some in his wallet.

✷ he calls you babe & baby a lot, and honey too. sometimes he'll call you something stupid like 'my little snookums' in his high-pitched voice to make you laugh.

✷ is a cuddler 10000%. he doesn't really care whether he's the big spoon or not. but he loves it when you sleep on his chest, or when he sleeps in your lap so you can play with his hair and face.

✷ also, you love his hair!! sometimes you really be wondering wtf he be doing for it to be so fluffy. like what products do you use sir??? sometimes he'll be talking to you but you're just zoned out twirling his curls around

✷ his favorite dates with you are the ones that aren’t planned. you two of just sitting around and then one of you is just like “hey, wanna go do ___” and then it goes from there.

✷ love love loves hugs. jack will take a hug from you any chance he gets.

✷ in a way, jacks like the best friend you never had.