Alex

19 yo

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Oh hey guys I haven't been on in a while (I'M SAWRRRYYYYYYYY) PLS DON'T HATE ME 🥺🫶🏻

ANYWAYS I'M TRYING TO COME UP WITH FIC IDEAS TRUST (I still haven't learned how to write smut btw)

Anyways cortis is officially on tour AND TELL ME WHY IT'S BREAKING MY HEART MORE THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD... BIGGEST LOSS OF MY LIFE (also martini looks so cutesy in this pic)

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ENJOY I LITERALLY FORCED MYSELF TO WRITE THAT

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Blossom In Paris

A James FanFic

a/n: this was postponed as the crop feature wouldn't work on my phone (and lack of motivation) anyways, I hope you enjoy pairing: james chao x fem!reader summary: reader is a rising actress invited to YSL for paris fashion week where she meets james chao, a rising kpop idol from the group cortis

warnings: terrible writing as I forced myself to write it and I'm tired.

"We're here, miss," your chauffeur says as he comes to a stop in front of the Bourse de Commerce. He then looks at you in the rearview mirror with a smile, "I think you'll love the show. Saint Laurent always has the best stuff."

You look up from your phone where you were editing the photos you took on your way to the building and slightly smile, "Thank you for driving me."

Your chauffeur just waves his hand dismissively. "Just doing my job. You have fun now," he chuckles.

As you step out of the car, the volume of cheers only rises. You're trying to make a name for yourself in the acting industry, and it's working. Your schedule is nearly filled to the brim with photoshoots, brand deals and movie sets.

While waving to the fans, you make your way towards the front of the building where all the other celebrities are either chatting or taking photos. You meet up with a few celebrities that you've been wanting to meet like Charli XCX, Madonna & Austin Butler.

You're chatting with Madonna when two guys approach you. One is super tall, around 6'3 and wearing a long blazer. The other is shorter, around 5'10 and wearing a black sweater with a striped dress shirt under.

"Miss y/l/n, what an honor it is to meet you," the taller one says as he extends his hand, "Martin from the kpop group CORTIS. This is my bandmate, James. Maybe you've heard of us."

You shake Martin's hand and then extend yours out to James, who shakes it but avoids eye contact.

"Ahh, yes. I've heard of you guys. I do like your one song... What is it? What You Want?" You smile. You try to keep your cool but inside, you're completely freaking out. THE members of CORTIS are standing right in front of you. You just shook their hands. THEY approached and introduced themselves to YOU.

Martin chuckles, also trying to keep his cool as he just met THE y/n y/l/n. He just shook YOUR hand.

"What a great choice, Miss y/l/n" Martin beams, "I'm quite a fan of yours too but James here is the real fan. He's watched all your movies."

Your gaze shifts over to James, who is still avoiding eye contact.

"James, is it? You're quite a fan?"

The tips of James' ears flush a soft pink and he nods. He then speaks for the first time since meeting you.

"You're..so much prettier in person," James' eyes widen as he realizes his mistake, "I'm not saying you're not pretty on screen! I.. Oh I give up."

You hold back laughter.

*He's kind of cute like this,* you think.

"It's okay, James. I know what you mean."

The conversation is cut short when the clock strikes 10 am. Time for the show to start. Everybody makes their way to their seats which have their name and a paper fan.

*It's what? 100 degrees? Just a paper fan?* you say in your mind. You roll your eyes and sit down.

You suddenly realize... You left your phone in the car. You fiddle with your fingers for a bit before looking across the room to figure out who else is here. As you scan the room, your eyes land on the 5'10 kpop idol from earlier.

James is too busy chatting away with Martin to even notice you or anyone else around him. His face is turned to the side so you can see his sharp features clearly.

*He's kind of hot.. Stop. You don't have time for relationships and he's a kpop idol, they can't date anyways...* you swallow the lump that formed in your throat as you try to rid of the thought. You continue looking at James across the room anyways, almost as if it's impossible to look away.

Suddenly, music starts playing, indicating the show is about to start. The first model walks out and you try your best to pay attention to the various articles of clothing.

A couple more models walks past but all you can focus on is sitting across the room.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the designer comes out to thank everyone for coming, indicating the end of the show.

Everyone stands up and starts to file out of the room. Martin quickly jogs over to you.

"Miss y/l/n! Would you like to take a few pictures with James and I?" He looks back at James, "well.. James actually wanted to know."

Your cheeks flush slightly. James wants to take pictures with you. You smile and nod as you and Martin head back towards James.

You guys take various pictures on both James' phone and your phone. James then turns to you.

"Uh.. Miss y/l/n..Would you want to have dinner with me? We're here for another three days if you're free.."

The question catches you completely off guard, your breath stopping for a quick second.

"I.. Oh wow. James, if I'm being honest.. Yes, I'd love to. I'm free on Wednesday if that works."

James obviously didn't expect a yes as his eyes widen and he takes a few breaths before speaking.

"Okay, Wednesday it is. We'll meet at Le Colimaçon at.. Let's say 7:30?"

It's very clear you're both nervous. You nod and make a mental note of the time and location.

"Le Colimaçon at 7:30. Got it. I'll see you there, James."

You say your goodbyes to James and Martin then walk away, ready to head back to your hotel and wait till Wednesday.

(I don't feel like doing my hmti sue me)

a/n: my crop feature works again yippee. I hope you enjoyed I forced myself to write this against my own will. I NEEDED to get this done. Also yes, I genuinely had to look up French restaurants, James' height and what building the Saint Laurent show was held... I need to learn how to write smut I have an amazing idea.

taglist: @blueeyedsiren

[coershawty]

He's so fucking adorable ugh I love him

[dramais4u]

nav : m.list :: throw away ✶ deep down I believe you know, you’re a monster too ⸝⸝ future.

you can love someone and still make mistakes, right? (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) author’s note ✶ this is kinda evil lmaooo #damn ✶ contains amnesia ✶ head injury ✶ hospitalization ✶ memory loss ✶ angst ✶ slight panic attacks ✶ kissing ✶ (!!) betrayal ✶ bad character decisions ✶ swearing ✶ pls like + reblog ✶ if my work isn’t for you, feel free to leave, but negativity has no place here.

“I’m about to throw up.” The words had crossed your mind many times in your life. There was the time you ate expired tuna. Not only because of the taste, but also because of the smell. Another time you said those words was when your sister was showing you someone she found attractive. Let's just say she has her type, and you have yours.

Though none of those times did you ever truly mean it. wasn't until you saw your boyfriend lying in a hospital bed with his head wrapped in bandages and what looked like a thousand needles plugged into his skin that you realized you'd never meant any words more than those. His plump lips were chapped and cracked. His mom sat beside him, holding his hand, her head resting against his chest. His father gently rubbed her shoulder.

What do you even say when you watch your boyfriend hit his head so badly he might never be the same again? "Let's start at the end of the line, okay?" the doctor says, his voice gentle. Is that how you're supposed to talk to him from now on? That gently? "Remember, if you don't know, just shake your head. Things like this don't come back that easily right now. The last thing we want to do is push you even more, mhm?"

Juhoon nodded, blinking through his wet lashes. He held his mother's hand as he watched the five of you line up in front of his bed. Your hands felt clammy with every passing second. Once everyone was lined up, the doctor gestured to Juhoon's mom, telling her that whenever he was ready, he could start. You hate this.

Juhoon did what was asked. He started at the very end of the line.

Keonho raised a hand, smiling at him. It felt weird watching Juhoon just stare at him blankly. The longer he took to answer after the doctor said, "You can say any little thing you remember about him," and still couldn't think of anything, the more Keonho's smile faded until his hand slowly dropped back to his side.

Everyone looked at each other in alarm. The panic started to rise all over again. That wasn't good. The doctor must have noticed because he quickly spoke up again. "That's okay. We'll just continue with the rest -"

"My eye." Keonho scrambled for anything that might get him to remember. "Remember? When I winked at the camera, and you said it was so cringe? In that one interview, they asked, 'What's the cringiest thing a member has done?' and you brought that up. They even asked me to do it again. Do you remember that?"

"It's best not to feed him memories right now," the doctor said. "I know you're trying to help, but if they come back, they have to come back naturally." If? Is there a chance he might not get them back? You looked over at Martin with a panicked expression. Martin shook his head, mouthing, Calm down, when your breathing started to pick up. He knew this was the worst time to tell you to calm down, but your panic would only trigger Juhoon even more.

"No. Can you -" Juhoon looked at his mom for help, unsure of how to say it. "I don't." He looked so confused that it made you want to wrap your arms around him, to kiss him, and tell him it was okay. He whispered something to his mom before turning back to the doctor. "I don't. I don't..." He shook his head, bringing a hand to his temple.

"It's okay," his mom whispered, trying to calm him down as the beeping from the heart monitor beside him started to quicken. She turned to the doctor, her thin lips pressed together. The next words that came out of her mouth would haunt you for the rest of your life. "He said he doesn't remember any of them."

That was four months ago, and ever since then, Juhoon has been diagnosed with amnesia. The fall and the hit to his head did so much damage that he couldn't remember a huge chunk of his life. Not only that, but he had also forgotten the girl he loved with everything in him. His mother would only give him little hints, telling him that you were the love of his life, but never the whole story. Because of that, he wanted to remember you just as badly as he wanted to remember his members. He hated feeling lost. Even if everyone kept trying to include him, it wasn't the same.

Juhoon's healing process meant spending a lot of time at home, just trying to get healthy again. All the members and his girlfriend would come over to hang out, hoping to put him back in his element without overstepping.

Members and his girlfriend. That's what he's gotten so far. Whenever his members and girlfriend are around, he doesn't talk much. He just sits there and observes. He once saw you cry when he genuinely couldn't remember anything before leaving the room. One guy, Martin, who his mother said used to be his best friend, immediately ran after you to comfort you.

He comforts you alot, Juhoon noticed. Martin.

It's been months since the accident. Yet every day, he feels more and more like shit because, as hard as he tries, he still can't remember. Sometimes he remembers how he felt in certain moments, but never the full picture. He stared down at the pictures of you two together on his phone, beating himself up over not remembering you. What a beautiful girl he couldn't seem to remember. Now she's being comforted by his best friend. Whome he also can’t seem to remember. 

Are you two comforting each other? Trauma bonding? Jesus Christ. What nightmare is he living in right now?

He was in his room, having one of those moments again after being asked, "Can you tell us if you remember anything else?" When he couldn't recall anything once again, you walked out, and that tall guy ran after you. He doesn't like seeing you hurt. So now, Juhoon is trying to do everything he can to remember you. He held a picture of the two of you. His tongue was sticking out while you puckered your lips in the middle of feeding him pistachio ice cream. So happy. He never sees you that happy.

"Juhoon?" His mother knocked lightly, pushing the door open just enough to peek inside. He never really has privacy anymore. His mom was so worried that if she looked away from her baby for even a second, something worse would happen. Never again would she make that mistake. "Why aren't you downstairs? Your friends and girlfriend are waiting for you." You must have come back.

He wants to try talking to you more. Maybe that'll help his situation. Juhoon made his way down the stairs carefully. He didn't want to see you run out crying again. He wants to try for you. He wants to try.

Martin’s hands found your neck, steadying you on the kitchen counter. You were literally about to fall off. He kissed you back, pulling you impossibly closer.

All the sadness. All the thoughts you couldn't shut your mind up with, you shoved them into the kiss. If you couldn't numb yourself with the strongest drugs, then you were going to find it in something else. Martin kissing you always overshadowed everything else. It felt like you could kiss him forever. His lips were always so soft, so perfectly made to fit against yours. Every time he shifted his mouth, you couldn't help but want more. More of him, more of this moment, more to drown everything else out. 

Your chest was heaving with each breath, cheeks burning. You could feel your heart racing harder than it had all day. 

When you heard movement upstairs, you shoved him away quickly, catching your breath. The tingling sensation from kissing him too hard left your swollen lips feeling electric. You paused, just staring at him. His lips were also flushed, swollen from your kiss, and you couldn't help but notice how perfect and pinker they looked. 

Your mind was still spinning. You looked over at the staircase, panic flooding through your veins. You grabbed Martin's hand and pulled him toward the back of the fridge, pressing your back against it as the two of you tried to stay out of sight. You kissed him again, pulling him in closer.

Your hands crossed behind his neck. You needed to feel something, anything that wasn't pain or panic. Both started with a 'p.' How cute. His thumbs brushed under your cheekbones while the rest of his four fingers buried themselves deep in your hair. You became completely lost in him.

"Sorry. I didn't know you guys were busy." Juhoon swallowed hard, watching as the two of you immediately jumped apart. Have you ever had really good food you were saving, and everyone knew it was yours? Some people even helped you look for it, only for you to find out one of the people helping you search had been the one who ate it the whole time. You're not even mad they ate it; you're just mad at the fact they never told you the truth. That's how Juhoon felt. Weren't you supposed to be the love of his life? Wasn't Martin supposed to be his best friend?  

Before anyone could stop him, Juhoon brushed past his mother, who stood frozen, staring at the three of you with wide eyes. What the fuck?

#messy : nav : m.list

gummy divider by @/pixopix

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Guys I might be a genius

Like the fic would be called "English Love Affair"

I just can't write smut 💔💔💔💔 SOMEONE PLEASE I BEG OF U I'LL GIVE U A KISS

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[imbatmanpoperoni]

Twinnnnnnnssss hehehehehehee

Im crien

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I'm giggling the way Martin has to bend an entire leg to reach James's height

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Also someone tell this fucking heatwave to go back to europe I'm DYING bro...

THIS IS THE HOTTEST SUMMER IVE HAD IN MY 19 YEARS OF LIVING SOMEONE HELP ME

But nah I live in some fucking nugu state I HAVE NO FRIENDS HERE EXCEPT MY WIFEY BUT SHE'S AT COLLEGE 💔💔

No wait speaking of that.... Tell me why the fuck I'm sitting here like a chud complaining abt the heat and writing fanfics of boys I don't even know personally while my wifey is off to college to work in the medical field like the girlboss she is...

Guys trust me I'm tryna get a job (ik scary word) but all these fuckass stores say they're hiring AND THEN DON'T HIRE YOU. "You need experience" I HAVE EXPERIENCE IN BEATING A BITCH UP YOU WANNA GO TARGET? Hire me and give me the experience please I'll do whatever it takes I'll get on my hands and knees and beg if I have to.

Also completely off topic but why are cortis dances so difficult... I just finished learning REDRED now tell me why it's actually impossible to learn ACAI... Also... THE MUSCLE BURNS AFTER DOING THE LEG CHOREO FOR REDRED IS NO JOKE HOW DO THESE BOYS DO IT ALMOST EVERY SINGLE DAY...

Anyways

Now playing:

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STUCK IN LOVE - MARTIN EDWARDS ⋆˚꩜｡

SYNOPSIS: martin wants a late night snack, and you just want him to stop interrupting your sleep. martin edwards x f!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: none, just fluff and the bitter aftertaste of my loneliness, f!reader is a little mean but it’s fair honestly WC: 0.9k

NOW PLAYING: stuck in love, café canela (3:41 min)

you’re on the cusp of sleep when martin lifts his head off the pillow.

his arm feels warm, feels safe at its position around your waist. his breath puffs in and out against the back of your neck, but it’s not slow enough, not lazy enough.

he’s awake. you inwardly sigh. martin makes his move.

‘baby. wake up.’

you play dead, banking on the fact that he doesn’t know you well enough to think you’re asleep. but alas, it is martin. the same martin who knows you take your coffee after stirring thrice, or that you love winter but hate the cold, or that you’ll only eat ramen when there’s no spring onions and a healthy scoop of sesame seeds.

that same martin is now removing his warmth from your skin and lifting himself onto his elbows.

‘i know you’re awake, c’mon. i can sense it.’

‘that’s not creepy at all.’ he has the audacity to smirk at that, even though you can’t see. if you weren’t already facing away from him, you would be by now.

‘you are such a little shit. i was just about to fall asleep, tin.’

a sliver of guilt makes its way into martin’s chest at that, though it quickly disappears when you turn around and create a resounding slap! against his chest.

‘hey! what was that for?’ the comment elicits a sleepy giggle from you, enough to pull at the corners of his lips.

now that martin’s got your attention, he wants more of it, quickly dropping back from his elbows down into the crook of your neck.

your arms wrap around his neck, travelling into his hair as he peppers kisses across your collarbone. it’s quiet now, just like how it was before martin decided to wake you up at an ungodly hour.

‘like your hair like this,’ you murmur, ‘feels nice. longer.’

‘yeah?’

‘yeah.’

‘is it nice enough that you could get out of bed and maybe… come get snacks with me?’

’martin.’

‘…yes?’

‘you woke me up so i could babysit you at the convenience store?’

‘well when you put it like that…’

‘it’s exactly how it sounds, tin.’

‘please please please?’ martin’s looking at you now, no, in you, the way he does when his love borders on admiration.

there’s a little whine in his voice, and it tells you he’s a bit embarrassed after asking. nevertheless, his 6’3 self always gets what he wants, so you sigh, audibly this time, long and loud so he can hear clearly.

martin grins at that, easing himself off the bed before reaching for his hoodie laid across the chair. he pulls you up, a little more effort needed to fully convince you to wake properly.

when you’re finally standing, he raises your arms, pulling the hoodie over your head and letting it fall around the top of your thighs.

‘i can dress myself, y’know.’

‘yeah but, baby, you’re just too adorable.’

‘shut up, man.’

the pair of you finally make it out the door after martin takes 15 minutes finding his beanie, claiming that he ‘can’t just walk around looking like a fool’. you retaliated by telling him it’s 2 am, and nobody is judging his outfit at 2 am.

the street is outlined with remnants of snow from a few days ago, wet and a little dirty, but magical nonetheless.

oh, and cold. oh so cold.

‘martin you are a sick freak for dragging me out at this time so you can eat.’

you’re clinging to him, arms clutching his bicep in a death grip as he practically carries you towards the store at the end of the street.

‘m’sorry baby. i really am. i’ll pay for your snacks, yeah?’

‘you already do, stupid.’

and martin being martin, grins at that, because what says i love you more than passive aggressive comments in the dead of night?

the entrance to the convenience store feels like a lifeline, heat rushing to reach your skin as you step in.

he wraps an arm around your shoulders as you detach yourself from him, always in need of your touch.

‘do you know what you want?’

‘um… funny story actually…’

‘martin edwards park.’

‘i’m just playing baby! yeah, i do.’

you mirror his steps as he leads you towards the instant ramen aisle, stopping right in the middle. no one’s there except for the teenage cashier half asleep at the counter, you note, as martin lets go of you in favour of choosing a flavour.

‘ok. m’done. you want anything?’

you shake your head, yawn slipping out as he leads you to the counter.

‘wait,’ that stops martin for a second.

‘i want banana milk.’

‘yeah, sure baby, whatever you want.’ martin leaves you momentarily, slipping past aisles to reach the back, though you can still see his stupid beanie peeking above the shelves.

he swings the plastic bag in the hand that’s not occupied yours, peace settling over the two of you, soft and quiet. when you finally settle on the couch back at home, you punch a straw into your reward (banana milk), and track martin’s figure as he sets about making his ramen.

he joins you, placing the bowl on the coffee table, face burying into your hair as you tuck yourself into his side.

‘thanks for coming with me.’

he only receives a half-hearted hum back, and plucks the carton from your fingers as you finally doze off.

the clock ticks to a rough 3 am. martin knows he has a schedule tomorrow, but for now, there’s nothing he’d rather do than be stuck in love with you.

‘cause you were always in love

you were always hung up’

martin…if you hear me martin…call me… on a serious note, there have been a few not so nice things happening in coerblr over the past few weeks. lovely cosmiho deleted her account due to excessive hate, which is not tolerated in this community, or any other, for that fact. this should be a positive place where people can gather, connect, and have fun, and this sanctuary of sorts is ruined when not so nice people make disgusting comments. cosmiho is only one example of what can happen when you take it too far, and i really don’t want to see anyone else, especially my (or your) favourite writers, end up in the same situation, period. so, please remember, if you don’t like, don’t read! simple as that. - ceecee’s contribution ⋆˚࿔♫⋆˚࿔

[coershawty]

I'm giggling he'd act exactly like this. I just KNOW his long lanky ass does this to James (other than all the relationship stuff (DON'T SHIP IDOLS UNLESS ITS ATEEZ THEY DO IT THEMSELVES))

[coershawty]

Guys dw I got a fic coming I just need to gain the motivation to write it. It takes place during PFW so you could only guess who it's about.

Anyways, am I the only one completely in love with ATEEZ and V8's albums?! I'm so glad to say my first ATEEZ album I bought is Golden Hour pt 5 ‼️‼️‼️

DID Y'ALL SEE MARHOON DANCE WITH V8 TO SINGASONG BTW OMFG I'M OBSESSEDDDDDD

But yeah I'm trying to figure out how I want this fic to go cuz my dumbass doesn't plan beforehand I just go for it. Except my Martin fic, I planned that bitch out as it was a big one. Also, ty for all the likes on my Ryul fic but I HAVE OTHER FICS PLS GIVE THEM LOVE I BEG OF YOU 😭💔

Fuck I miss 1D guysh..

[imbatmanpoperoni]

Curly hair juhoon come home bay

The kids miss u 😔

[liliesonthego]

Please don't put a crying man in front of me I will get turned on

[coerski]

— BF!JUHOON

✴︎ in which you’re dating kim juhoon

✴︎ including fluff, smau, overuse of the word baby idc it’s cute when ur in love

✴︎ about idol!juhoon x fem!reader

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𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘠𝘚𝘓

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𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘌𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘠𝘚𝘓

[pikapipipu]

i get cuteness aggression whenever I look at martin