who gave you a ride? fluff, jealousy, smau
break the ice angst (?), fluff, crack, smau
so. . . do you wanna makeout? fluff, crack, smau
are you still there? angst, smau, hurt/no comfort
why is his arm around you? fluff, crack, smau
noo i js saw your post bby i can treat you better 🥺💗
all things apart i hope you're doing okay now!! WE all love you and plss talk to us if you feel bad 💗💗💗
omg ty nai, ur such a sweetheart. . . but i just found out that the reason he rejected me was bc he acc liked boys too SO ME ND HIM R COOL NOW HAHSDHASDH (lmao this was a great plot twist tho HJAHSHDA)
i dont even stan lngshot, yet i still read some of your stuff cause it’s so good. ily
OMG HELLO ??? ur literally so sweet. . . why are all my readers such darling people :((( tysm for checking out my work and thinking that it's acc good, ilysm <333
pairing ; louis elliot jourdain ji-ho lim x fem!reader
synopsis ; Louis thought that he would never meet the fan that hung up on him for his stellar fan service skills ever again. . . but it seems that fate keeps putting him less than fortunate situations, because she seems to be wherever he goes.
Now he isn't sure if he's tolerating her. . . or if it's because of something more.
ss count ; 18 pictures
word count ; 660 words
tags ; martin's sister!reader, fluff, crack, smau, teenage romance, brainrot terms, enemies-to-lovers (one-sided?), use of y/n
warnings ; profanity
taglist ; open !
author's note ; this is just a simple 3 parter because i feel like i haven't been writing enough for louis anymore. . . anw enjoy!
MASTERLIST | OO1. | OO2. | OO3.
Even though you were wearing comfortable and light clothing, you couldn't help but feel hot under your collar when you could see the crowd shout their names as the noise got closer to your section.
"LNGSHOT I love you!!!" the majority screamed.
"Ohyul just one chance please, I'll sign the NDA!!!" A multitude of girls screamed.
"Ryul please update more on your Fromm profile bruh!!!" a few COERSHOTTIES heckled. You tried to hide your grin.
"Woojin let me be your next song inspiration please!" and among the lines of that.
"Louis drop the Evil Jourdain video bro!" a girl hollered. That one made you laugh, even with your current situation.
Even if you didn't want to, you checked yourself in the mirror.
Do I look too oily? Is my makeup running already? God, I hope they don't look too close at me.
Questions in your head were running a mile a minute. All of them too fast for you to process.
You could hear the off-kilter noise of multiple footsteps, then the sound of a guard opening the section to where you were.
Ohhhhh shit. Ou shiiiii—
Fuck, you could just feel their presence (their aura, if you will, hope that didn't sound too brainrot-ish) a few steps next to you.
Maybe you should've denied Martin giving you those stupid VIP tickets.
You're just thankful that after a minute or two of airtime, the concert finally started.
Half an hour passed, and you were feeling ecstatic.
You're so enthralled of the energy and noise of your brother and his members singing, you almost forgot that you were next to the boy that you had never planned (and always planned on avoiding forever until the end of fucking time) to meet because of your viral public humiliation tweet.
Keyword in that sentence: almost.
That was when you felt it. Engrossed in all the jumping and screaming your brother's lyrics out, you forgot who was in your vicinity, accidentally bumping shoulders with them as you hopped rhythmically with the beat.
"Oh, sorry!" you said, suddenly aware that you accidentally shoved someone next to you.
"Nah, it's all cool!" someone replied, his voice piercing through the blaring bass of the concert.
Turning your head at who responded, your blood ran cold. Fuck.
Louis. Uh oh.
It was Louis. You turned away as soon as you registered who it was, praying, hoping that he didn't recognise you.
Unfortunately, you don't think luck was on your side today.
"Wait," you refused to look back next to you, Louis' distinct voice was hesitant as he seemed like he was slowly putting the pieces together. "Aren't you. . . ?"
Why you weren't looking in their direction. Why you seemed to avoid their group when they finally came in. He thought maybe it's because you were respecting their space, but now he knows.
He knows why.
Because it's you.
". . . It's- I— You!" he tripped over his words, yet said everything with conviction, finally recognising and realising this was actually happening.
The other boys looked to the sound, a little stunned at Louis—who normally didn't sound like he just got whiplash—suddenly shouting like that.
Now they were all looking at you, their faces painted with expressions varying, some still unsure of the situation feeling confused, some who quickly recognised who you were and suddenly had their mouths open in awe and raw disbelief. But one of them—golly gee, I wonder who it is—looking absolutely horrified.
Aww shit.
Or more like Louis' brainrot mind would say: Ou shiiii—
In either case, they were thinking the same thing.
What. The. Actual. FUCK. ???.
so. . . hi sorry fam i've been busy asf HAHSDHASH
since freshman year started i joined almost any extracurricular and club that i could join cuz i thought it was fun, but now that's made it hard to post my fics :(( my exams are right around the corner, so i'mma post this because i defo will forget to!
CRINGE OVERLOAD ! — A LIM LOUIS ONESHOT SMAU TEASER
i lowkey dk how to feel ab it. . . but i feel like i might post this when i feel like i acc like how i write the end of it HAHSHSHDHH
sorry y’all for the wait, i’ve been taking the goal of academic weapon too srsly rn. . . but istg i’ll be back posting when prelim exams are done! love u guys ^_^
tell me in my asks what u think of these first 4 pics of the smau, i love hearing what you guys think of my work ;))
synopsis ; Your boyfriend breaks up with you for going with your sister to CORTIS’ events too much, but that’s okay—Martin’s there to show you he’s a much better boy for you anyway.
word count ; 513 words
ss count ; 21 pictures
featuring ; cortis members (ot5)
tags ; smau + written, fluff, slight crack, reader has a sister, reader has a shitty boyfriend, strangers to lovers, one-shot
a / n ; this is also on my tt acc with the same user except with a 1 at the start, check it out if u want to read more of my fics :D
MASTERLIST
"Well, it's my time to go to the line," your sister says, looking at her makeup in her small compact mirror, clasping it shut as she held her album, "Don't forget to record me, okay? I have my mic ready."
"I've done this five times already, Amaya. I know the drill." you roll your eyes, "You say "Hi, I love your guys' album!', then they give you some fan service, a kiss or a heart."
Your sibling scoffs at you, before saying, "Well, this interaction might be a little different. You don't know. . ." The minutes pass by quick, and before you know it, Amaya's already talking to the first boy on the table. Your hand goes a little numb from holding your phone camera up for long, but you try and push through it.
She finally makes it to the guy in the middle. From the times you've been to these events for your sister, you've figured out vaguely who's who, and the one Amaya was talking to was Martin.
Just like the fans called him, 'Tall, blonde, and gorgeous'. Knowing how to make beats and how to produce music at such a young age, he was a whole all-rounder.
You could understand the hype, you suppose. Watching the past recordings of you sister's fan meets, he seemed really in tune with fanservice, and you applaud him for that.
He was extremely charismatic, is what you concluded.
The more you saw him, you couldn't even deny how handsome he was. Before-when you were still in a relationship—you had thoughts about it, but you always felt guilty thinking about it, locking them away in your mind. Especially when you knew how your ex didn't like you thinking about other boys like that in general.
But now?
Now that you're free?
It felt refreshing that you could think whatever you want now.
The meeting was going smoothly, nothing out of the ordinary, until your sister, who was still talking to Martin, turned around and pointed at you.
Your eyes flitted up from the phone, making eye contact with the tall boy for a few split seconds, before he posed with your sister, making a heart. You grinned at that.
From a distance, you could see that he asked a question to your sister, before saying something else, your sister visually shocked, then laughing.
You wondered what had been so appalling that it made your sister pause, but you tuck it away to ask for another time.
You kept recording your sister, talking with the multiple boys as they both posed for your camera, but somehow, your gaze kept landing back to the tall boy with the scruffy haircut, Martin.
And somehow? Whenever you did glance back at him, it was like he could sense it, looking back at you before you felt embarrassed getting caught, flitting back to where your sister was.
What made it worse was how you could see his grin. That stupidly handsome grin he did when he caught you.
Not that you wanted him to tell you were looking, though.
hahaha this shi feels real ooc but i need some delusion rn that i'm almost ab to go back to school huhuhu
omg just realized i left out one screenshot at the end. . . ANYWAY NOW IT'S THERE HAHSDAS if y'all wanna re-read this w the new screenshot go ahead :DDD also just realize this is such a delulu fic that i made. . . I'M JUST A TEENAGE GIRL Y'ALL—
hi new moot! I love ur theme and that martin smau BAD
HI MOOTIE!!!! TYSMM, my theme is so janky rn HAHSDHA i didn't know what color to go w so bnw it is!! ALSO ILY FOR SAYING THAT AB WND, THAT'S LITERALLY ME W UR FICS??? ILY HAHSHDHAH
HELLO CHAPTER 7 I do not like whatever soojin is planning, and ur note too 😓😓😓 also can I ask how many chapters they are left 🫣
i actually planned this to be 25 chapters, but if it keeps going the way i'm writing it, it might just be 20-ish because it feels like it's going so fast rn HASHDAH
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