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Before it’s too late

pairing: chad meeks martin x reader

summary: in which you and your best friend share secret feelings for each other. but you being attacked makes him realise how quickly life can come to an end.

requested !

a/n: ahhh my first imagine!! i’m so excited for you all to read it and hope you like it. english isn’t my first language so please stay nice if i make mistakes. my requests are open if you want to request something!

don’t copy my work or translate it on anywhere unless i give you the permission to

After the long and boring movie, you were walking through New York’s busy streets. Your hands were wrapped around your best friend’s - if you may say it - extremely muscled arm.

The best friend for whom your feelings grew stronger by the day.

You tried to ignore your sweaty hands, thumping heart and butterflies whenever you were around him. But it was hard.

Really hard.

You didn’t want to ruin the beautiful thing you had. Your long-lasting friendship.

“I can’t believe you actually enjoyed that movie.” You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief at what he had just admitted to you.

“What? Are you kidding me. It was pretty good.” Chad replied, a wide smile on his face.

You absolutely loved that smile, his beautiful genuine smile.

“Are you serious? I could make a whole list on what’s wrong about that movie. Front and back!” You exclaimed, receiving a chuckle from him.

“I am convinced we both saw a different movie.” Chad shrugged. A giggle left your lips at the weird taste of your best friend as you looked him in the eyes.

“You really are something, Chad.” You broke eye-contact with him, to watch the road you were crossing. “A good something, I hope.” He grinned, as you could feel him staring at you. you looked to your left and right before you crossed.

“Sometimes.” You shrug teasingly and you hear him laugh from beside you. The corners of your lips tug into smile when hearing the angelic sound.

After a while of walking around, talking and laughing the two of you had arrived in front of your dorm building. You let go of his arm, already missing his body so close to yours.

You were standing across from each other and somehow your feet didn’t want to move. You really didn’t want to go. You didn’t want this night to end.

“Should I walk you upstairs?” He questioned when you didn’t move an inch. You woke up from your trance and shook your head with a smile, “Thank you, but I’ll make it on my own.”

But in reality you wanted nothing more than for him to walk you upstairs. Just so you could be with him for a little longer.

He chuckled at your reply and opened his mouth to say something. But closed it swiftly, almost as if he was afraid to ruin the moment.

“See you tomorrow, princess.”

Princess. The nickname that made your heart flutter, especially when Chad was the one to call you that.

He hesitated at first, but he leaned in closer and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek.

If your heartbeat wasn’t fast then it definitely was racing now. “See you.” You said while your cheeks heated up. He looked at you with his gorgeous smile and watched as you opened the door and stepped inside, completely flustered by what just had happened.

During your short trip to your dorm, all you could think about was him. It wasn’t any different than usual; you were always thinking about him. But something about that innocent kiss told you that things were different than you thought they were.

With a train of thoughts clouding your mind, you entered your dorm, welcomed by a strange smell. The smile on your face was wiped off immediately.

You called for your roommate, but they didn’t answer.

Confused by the smell filling your nose, you tried to find the source of it. Eventually you realised that the closer you got to your roommate’s room, the worse the smell got.

You opened the door and walked inside. Your roommate was laying on their bed, a blanket put over them.

As you drew closer and closer, your heart began to race. You became extremely nauseous as the smell intensified. Your pupils widen in astonishment as you pull away the blanket.

Your roommates dead body was brutally stabbed. Their blood had stained the mattress entirely red.

You put your hand on your mouth to muffle your cries as you looked at them. You couldn’t believe someone would ever do this to them.

You were about to get your phone from your pocket, planning to call Chad. But you got pushed down forcefully and fell on the ground. Your phone flew out

of your hand and landed not too far away from you.

Your watery eyes blinked a few times, before you saw the mask you would recognise from anywhere. The mask you had grown to hate with your entire being.

You tried to grab for anything that could be useful to attack the ghostface with as they were hovering over you. They had gotten ahold of your legs and pulled you closer to them, the blade of their knife sliding against the skin of your leg.

Your arms went everywhere trying to get ahold of something at least.

You successfully managed to grab a baseball bat which belonged to your roommate and hit the ghostface with it on their head.

“Motherfucker!” You yelled hitting it on their head a few times. You quickly got up when their grip loosened and searched for your phone.

You went to grab it, but just when you picked it up you were pushed again and this time the ghostface stabbed you in the leg, twisting it slowly and painfully.

You yelled out in pain and tried everything in your power to push them away, but it was no use.

They slapped the phone out of your hand and let out a deep evil chuckle.

“How does it feel without your muscled bodyguard to save you?” They spoke, their knife threateningly close to your face.

Their knife made its way to your stomach, and all you could do was watch. You were powerless, completely powerless.

They stabbed you without regrets twisting and turning the knife, causing pain to shoot throughout your entire body.

You thought of Chad.

The Chad who was calling you nonstop.

The sound of your ringtone was on the background as you could slowly feel yourself disappear.

-

Chad was pacing back in forth in his dorm, his body tense and his mind full with questions.

Why didn’t you answer? Did something happen to you?

Ethan tried to calm his roommate down the best he could. He told Chad you probably fell asleep and that you forgot to call.

But Chad knew better. Chad knew you wouldn’t go to sleep without letting him know you were safe and making sure he was. He knew you couldn’t go about your evening without checking in on him.

He knew you.

And you wouldn’t just ignore him out of the blue.

“I’ve got to do something.” He whispered to himself. He took out his phone and started calling you over and over again.

But still no answer.

He sat down next to Ethan on the couch, who was slowly drifting to sleep. “Y/n’s probably fine, Chad. Don’t worry.” He mumbled.

But that didn’t stop Chad from worrying. Not even a little bit.

When he called you again, you finally picked up and he let out a sigh of relief. But when the person on the other end of the line started talking, it wasn’t you.

He got up quickly after what he heard and didn’t even bother to grab a coat on this cold evening. He didn’t bother because something had happened to you.

Something bad.

“Y/n Y/l/n?” Chad questioned the woman at the reception, who was rather moody. She looked him up and down, before pointing towards the hall behind her.

“Room 13.” She replied bluntly, chewing her gum obnoxiously loud.

“Thanks.” He answered politely. His heart was racing out of worry.

He regretted not walking you upstairs. Regretted every decision he made that evening. And most specifically not telling you how he felt.

He had planned it all, the moment he was going to finally open up about his feelings for you. But he was too mesmerised by you, he completely forgot all about admitting to you.

He made his way to your room and his face softened when seeing you in the hospital bed. He walked over to you slowly, his heart breaking into a million pieces by seeing you like this.

Your eyes fluttered open when you heard him enter, your head rested on the pillow.

“Chad.” You brought out with difficulty and you tried to shoot him a smile. “Y/n.” He replied walking over to sit down on the chair next to you instantly.

He grabbed your hand and held it tightly, tears threatening to spill. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, Y/n.”

“It’s not your fault.” You assured him. “No, but it is. The night wasn’t supposed to go this way, but I chickened out and- I’m sorry.” Chad didn’t dare to look you in your eyes, feeling guilty.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion while you listened to his ramble. You wanted to say something, but your mouth couldn’t form any words.

Chad looked up to look you in the eyes, but this time it felt different. His eyes had something else in them than they usually had.

You still looked him in the eyes while he opened and closed his mouth several times. “I- There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you. And the thing is I thought I had more time. Time to actually think this through and make it a perfect moment- ”

“Y/n, I really thought I’d lost you. It terrified me. And regret washed over me, I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve told you what I actually wanted to tell you.” He said, before taking a deep breath and exhaling.

You squeezed his hand assuring him that he could tell you what had been bothering him so much.

“Y/n, I like you. I have liked you since the moment I have laid eyes on you. Hell, I might even love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and-“ But before he could finish you had pulled him in for a kiss.

His hands made their way to your cheeks and cupped them gently. Your lips moved in sync together as relief washed over the both of you. The contact between your lips was electric and it’s as if the whole world just stopped. Like it was just the two of you.

You pulled away with the biggest smile on your faces. “I like you too, Chad. A lot actually.” You told him, your eyes never leaving his.

“Well, I’m sure I like you more.” He whispered and you playfully rolled your eyes in response.

hii everyone i just wanted to let you all know that you can send in requests for avatar: the way of water or scream vi !! i just started here in tumblr and i need some inspiration to start 🫶

also i don’t write smut!

➪the one where ethan finally has an excuse to talk to you. (requested)

This is short and sweet <3

Word Count: 1.3k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

Your parents had only been gone an hour when the phone rang. 

You pause the movie you had put on and reach over to grab the phone from its place on the table beside the couch.

Unknown number.

Your brows furrow as you let it go to voicemail, listening to your parents’ warnings of ‘never answer a number you don’t recognize’ they had been telling you for years now. After waiting a few seconds to see if whoever it was left a message, you place it back on the receiver and stand up.

It was a lonely Friday night. Your parents had planned a weekend trip to celebrate twenty years of marriage and had left you home alone. You didn’t mind much as you quite liked being by yourself at home. It made you feel more relaxed, more calm and more free to do whatever you wanted. 

Grabbing a popcorn bag from the pantry, you tear open the packaging before making your way across the kitchen and to the microwave. 

You looked out the window that was above the counter, seeing nothing but darkness for miles. You felt yourself beginning to get creeped out, but shook off the uneasy feeling and got back to your task. 

When you placed the popcorn bag in the microwave, the phone went off again. Seeing as it was silent before, the piercing sound made you jump slightly and turn around to grab the kitchen phone from off the counter. 

Unknown number.

Instead of ignoring it or letting it ring, you push the answer button and bring the phone to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hello,” the voice caught you off guard as it didn’t sound like anyone you knew. The person sounded familiar but…. unique and it made you stand up a bit straighter. 

“Hi,” you say, turning around to watch the popcorn bag expand from the heat. “Who’s this?”

“Who’s this?” The person asked back and you furrowed your brows, leaning on the counter. 

“Who were you hoping to reach?”

“I don’t know,” they answered. “Someone to talk to, I guess.”

You hummed, eyes on the numbers that were counting down on the microwave. “Kind of an odd thing to tell a stranger,”

“Is it?” They asked and you tried to figure out who this person was from their voice. It sounded so familiar that it was beginning to make you question if this was your first time hearing it, or if you heard it from somewhere else. 

“Hey, is this your real voice?”

The other end went quiet for a few seconds before they answered, “Maybe, why do you ask?”

Your cheeks heated up a bit as you trace your finger along the marbled countertop. “It’s sexy,” you say, your confidence growing at the fact that you weren’t talking to this person face to face. If you were, your compliment definitely would’ve come out in broken stutters. “Can I ask who I’m speaking to?”

Ethan was left stunned at your words. He had only ever dreamed of you saying them to him. You calling him hot or attractive in any way had been one of his deepest wants for years now and he felt his cool guy act slipping, but he quickly recovered and answered your question, “Just call me El,”

“El?” You question as you lightly scratch your nails on the counter. “What’s that short for?”

Ethan Landry he wanted to say, but refrained from doing so. “It’s not important,” he says instead.

You nod, fully aware that this person couldn’t see you. A silence falls over the two of you and you expected it to become awkward, but to your surprise it didn’t. 

The microwave beeped, making you jump a bit and let out an embarrassed laugh. “Big plans tonight?” The stranger asked, most likely hearing the multiple beeps going off in the background. 

“No,” you answer, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard. “Not really. I’m just watching a movie.”

Ethan smirked, feeling like he’s seen this all play out in his head so many times now. The fact that it was happening and he was actually having a conversation with you felt surreal. “What kind of movie? A scary one?”

You laugh. “No, absolutely not,” you say, throwing the empty popcorn bag into the garbage bin. “No, it’s just some comedy that is supposed to be really good, but we’ll see about that. Pretty sure it’s just hyped up to be something it’s not.”

“They always are,” you smile at that, finding it funny that you feel more understood by a total stranger than most of your friends. “So, you got a boyfriend?”

Your face heats up for the second time and you walk back into the living room. Placing the bowl beside you on the couch, you sit and bring one knee up to your chest, grabbing a pillow with your free hand. “Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?”

Yeah, your confidence over the phone was definitely growing as the minutes went on. 

Very aware of the flirtatious hint in your voice, Ethan felt his heart leap at the fact that finally, finally, he was able to talk to you, flirt with you after years of pining after you. “Was thinking about it,”

The grin that took over your face was embarrassingly big. “Well, lucky for you,” you begin, tossing a few pieces of the popcorn into your mouth. “I dropped my guy a few weeks ago.”

“Why’s that?” He asked and continued before you could answer, “Not….satisfying you enough?”

“Oh, no,” you shake your head then widen your eyes in embarrassment. “I mean, that’s not what I meant. It wasn’t like that, it was just…..I didn’t feel like we had that connection you’re supposed to have in relationships.”

Ethan almost slipped when he asked, “How so? Weren’t you two together for three years?”

You fell silent at that. Squinting at the paused TV screen, you reach for the remote and turn it off completely. You cross your arm and lean back on the couch, staring at your reflection on the screen. “Yeah, how did you know?”

Ethan thanked whoever was listening that his nervous tone would be hidden by the voice changer. “Lucky guess,”

“Yeah..” you trail off, shaking your head afterwards. “Yeah, I guess the length of a relationship doesn’t really matter if you feel like it’s not going anywhere.”

It became silent after that and you traced the pattern on the pillow next to you, thinking about anything else to talk about. You wanted to continue the conversation, but also weren’t sure if you should. Your parents’ warnings about ‘never talk to strangers’ was out the window at this point, but you didn’t feel like you were talking to a stranger right now, oddly enough.

 Coming up with nothing, you decide to end a good thing before it gets messed up, which was a habit of yours that you’d been trying to break. “Well, I better get back to the movie,” you say and reach for the remote. 

“Sure,” he said. “Tell me about it when it’s over?”

A smile graced your lips and you nodded, still aware that he couldn’t see you. “Same time tomorrow night?”

“I’ll be waiting,” was all he said.

You grin again then sit up quickly. “Oh, wait, did you want me to call you or are you going to call me?” You asked then heard the sound of the line going dead. “Hello?”

You take the phone away from your ear to discover that the person hung up. You glare at it with a small smile on your lips before putting it on the coffee table and pressing play on the remote. 

Suddenly, you found yourself a lot more interested in the movie now than you were before.  

can someone help me/send me a tut on how to link my masterlist into my other post? i can’t seem to figure it out 😭

˗ˏˋ l5byrinth’s masterlist ´ˎ˗

“and at every table, i’ll save you a seat, lover…”

take a seat and chose a story to read !!

scream vi

chad meeks martin

avatar: the way of water

neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan

right where you left me pt 1, pt 2

the summer i turned pretty

cam cameron

the hunger games

peeta mellark

finnick odair

beta squad + friends

sharky

kenny

niko omilana

aj shabeel

chunkz

yung filly

football players

jude bellingham

trent alexander arnold

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my masterlist

requests = closed

who/which fandoms i write for:

it’s always the characters in my masterlist that i write for. my masterlist will probably expand as time goes by ;).

what i don’t write:

i don’t write smut (yet), simply because i have no idea how to, any weird things like cannibalism, incest and so on and on.

*ೃ༄songs neteyam would put on your playlist˚◞♡ ⃗

a/n: no one asked for this, but this is what i listen to while reading neteyam fics hehe

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after last night - silk sonic

sweet - cigarettes after sex

les - childish gambino

die for you (remix) - the weeknd

give you the world - steve lacy

hell n back - bakar

stargazing - the neighbourhood

home - edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros

yebbas heartbreak - drake

her - raury

wasteland, baby! - hozier

do you like me? - daniel caesar

i think i like when it rains - willis

so my darling (acoustic) - rachel chinouriri

i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

love’s train - silk sonic

cherry wine (live) - hozier

versace on the floor - bruno mars

nobody’s business - rihanna

stargirl interlude - the weeknd

my kind of woman - mac demarco

habits - genevieve stokes

pink + white - frank ocean

starry eyes - the weeknd

like real people do - hozier

bound 2 - kanye west

girl with the tattoo - miguel

some - steve lacy

so anxious - ginuwine

always forever - cults

stuck with u - ariana grande

those eyes - new west

kiss u right now - duckwrth

snow on the beach - taylor swift

me and your mama - childish gambino

melting - kali uchis

fall in love with you. - montell fish

heavenly - cigarettes after sex

no other heart - mac demarco

would that i - hozier

lost in the fire (ft. the weeknd) - gesaffelstein

pretty boy - the neighborhood

once more to see you - mitski

sure thing - miguel

n side - steve lacy

im yours - isabel larosa

heaven can wait - michael jackson

glue song - beabadoobee

when will i see you again - shakka

after hours - the weeknd

sunsetz - cigarettes after sex

heart to heart - mac demarco

work song - hozier

« 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟱 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗺'𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 ♡

warnings: none

╭┈—— 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. 

masterlist 

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.