💭. when noticing how much the school idolizes one boy in particular, you find yourself leaning the opposite direction. instead of idolizing him, it seemed like you despised him instead. but that didn’t stop him, not one bit.
CONTAINS. downbad popular martin x mean quiet reader high school au smau oneshot popular w/ non popular trope yn hates martins (or so she says..) use of profanity martin is delusional kms jokes friendly banter
LYNN TALKING♬. Heh cliffhanger cause I like to keep Y’all on ur toes 😄😄 I hope u enjoy 👀
a user by the name of @/selestiyara is posting 18+ audios of martin & james. i just stumbled across this while shifting through the cortis hashtag.
this is becoming an increasing issue, and this is even more shocking since martin JUST turned 18. it's been A MONTH.
are we genuinely ITCHING to make sexual content of the boys? comments under their post asking for seonghyeon audios? he is 17. these are real people 😭 idols are REAL people 😭
quoting myself AGAIN from THIS POST
and to those that say "you can scroll," try not to say phrases that deflect responsibility away from you— and please remain mature about who is consuming your content.
and if your counterargument is “but xxx is almost 18!” take a step back and ask yourself why you need to wait for someone to be legal to feel morally, socially and ethically correct to sexualize them. 18 is extremely young. and waiting til someone is 18 is odd.
if your defense is GENUINELY "so what? at least he's 18" please ask yourself WHY waiting for a minor teenager to turn legal is your best defense. i don't even have an adjective to describe how I'm feeling.
PLEASE BLOCK, REPORT AND DO NOT ENGAGE. this user obviously knows what they are doing and do not care. they likely won't see this because I have them blocked, but a GENERAL MESSAGE to the rest of cortisblr;
do not bring this kind of content into a community full of MINORS where the idols ARE BARELY OR JUST LEGAL.
in which martin looks exactly like the boy of your dreams that you made in tomodachi life. oh—and social media (as well as your friends) love watching this unfold!
pairing: influencer!martin x gn!non-idol!reader ; genre: smau oneshot, fluff, crack…, strangers -> friends ? -> lovers, short n sweet n cute !! ; warnings: swearing, incorrect timestamps, reader likes seals and mamegoma, humor of a teenage girl., they’re both silly and a little stupid c:
please DO NOT copy, repost, or claim as yours.
CREDITS: divider above from @/pixopix, any and all photos from pinterest (excluding the tomodachi martin)
maia’s note: im back !!! ok but first of all, i am not a tomodachi life larper, i’ve loved it since it was released on the ds and the photos of martin’s mii is from my actual game. anyways, i really love how this work ended up turning out not only bc of the concept of it but bc i’m genuinely just happy i finally finished a work. yes, this smau is not my finest… and there could’ve been more development… but nonetheless i like it and i hope you all enjoy reading it too ! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated !! 🩶
( #PRETTY BOY ) ──── what it's like dating a boy equally as pretty as you <3
# KIM JUHOON × FEM!READER ( fluff & slight humor ) headcanons & thoughts &&. ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP!AU kissing skinship VERY SLIGHT regina!reader, pretty boy!juhoon takes place in the 2000's college!au slight cheerleader x football player trope (my hc is he's a wide receiver although to me he's not a football player lol)
( 𝓀aikai. ) so this fic is what the council voted on here 😭😭😭😭 guys I've had these headcanons rotting in my wips since SEPTEMBER. BEFORE COTL EVEN DROPPED. finally decided to recycle this for juhoon 🥹 i have more... #kicks rocks but I just wanted to share this initial idea so bad ,,, cuz like ,,, omg,,, this is kinda self indulgent asf im sorry ok 🥹😓✌️ pls lmk what u think in the comments 🥹💞
“ 💌 ” ──── special thanks to @griinspire for sitting through me ranting about this and helping me decompress 😭 she's my angel 🥹💞 I genuinely would still be just STARING at my doc if it wasn't for her 😓✌️
boyf!juhoon who love love loves it when you look at him cross or upset over him taking his antics too far, and listens to you threaten to beat him up like you were confessing your love or something.
boyf!juhoon who loves wearing your everyday necklace whenever you take it off. every time he accidentally touches it or gets it caught with his clothes, instead of annoying him, he blushes quietly— basking in the intimacy of having you near, even when you aren't.
boyf!juhoon who rushes to the showers right after practice, so he doesn't have to make you wait too long for him when you pick him up in your convertible. he always knows you're nearby when he hears your favorite CD playing as a familiar engine revvs in the distance.
boyf!juhoon who loves watching you shift gears in your manual transmission, thinking you're the prettiest thing when you pull your sunglasses over your eyes and speed up a little higher than the limit on empty, long streets.
boyf!juhoon who loves when your body glitter sticks to him after you kiss, cuddle or nap with him— he glitters in the morning sun at practice afterwards. juhoon gets a lot of looks and pats on the back by his team, but he can't help it, he loves glittering. to him, it's like seeing your touch on him; and it doesn't even bother him too much when his boys poke jokes at him.
boyf!juhoon who, when you were still new to dating each other, got you a baby golden retriever as a birthday gift. juhoon was raving about how its golden curls glistened in the sun, reminding him of you, and he just had to get you something so pure and pretty. you ended up naming the puppy prince— who grew a particular attachment to juhoon.
boyf!juhoon who crashes in your apartment right after practice, falling asleep immediately on furniture the closest to him. but he always ends up waking up and trotting sleepily to your soft sheets, missing your scent. he does this even when you're not home, and you often find him curled up, napping with prince at his ankles.
boyf!juhoon whose favorite gift to give you is a new set of ceiling chimes; he often comes over to install a new hook near the windows or balconies to hang his latest set. he tells you it reminds him of you and your jewelry when you're not home— a sweet twinkling of his favorite thing nearby always, you.
boyf!juhoon who let's you do your makeup on him, oftentimes when he's destressing about his ongoing fights with his team captain. he lets you sit on his lap while he stares at your focused face— feeling a bit annoyed and tired while he rants, letting your touch on his facial features linger. sometimes, he pauses as you drizzle a pink gloss onto his lips, realizing the proximity, and pokes his head up to give you a little peck. you always tell him he's handsome when he's mad, and that gets him a little giddy, even when he's a little stressed.
boyf!juhoon whose guilty pleasure is telling you how you always look gorgeous in your cheer uniform, even if you think it doesn't flatter you all that well. he loves seeing you roll your eyes at him and tell him he's a liar. sometimes, he watches you blush when you're feeling particularly down— and each reaction out of you is like falling in love over and over again.
boyf!juhoon whose profile picture on his myspace page is a photo of him, covered with your lipstains.
boyf!juhoon who didn't realize how delicate the tips of your lip pencils are, and accidentally broke one when he tried to write something with it. he couldn't sharpen it right after that, and you didn't talk to him for nearly five days until he apologized with stickers for your CD player.
boyf!juhoon who always shows up to your door whenever it storms, saying the rainy weather makes him miss you especially. he often goes around the place lighting your vanilla and cinnamon candles, listening to the chimes twinkle in the cold rain. he falls asleep with his face buried in your lap, falling deeper and deeper to the intoxicating scent of your shea butter skin, while you work on your schoolwork in the candlelight.
boyf!juhoon who sometimes gets into physical fights with his teammates, and shows up messy and a little hurt. he loves listening to you mutter and curse them out as you tend to his cuts and bruises, staring at you like his irises were shaped like hearts.
boyf!juhoon who sends you a wink from where he's practicing with his team while you're busy with your routine on the track. he likes hearing you nearby, trying not to get too distracted whenever he accidentally remembers you're there. whenever he scores, he immediately turns to you across the field, wondering if you noticed. and you shoot him a flying kiss, making him grin wide and proud.
boyf!juhoon who always insists you need to be his plus one to a party, even when you frown and complain about wanting to rest. he needs to have you close in a crowded room, dance with you, grab you a drink, stand outside the bathroom while you're busy there.
boyf!juhoon who can recognize you in the crowded room just with the way you glimmer underneath the flashing lights because of your body glitter. he knows to follow the sound of your jewelry jingle when you walk away— like he's in a trance. especially when he senses you're craving something quieter.
boyf!juhoon who prefers to kiss you away from the crowd— outside, where the music is muffled and the cold air is freezing both your bodies. he loves listening to you mumble against him about how you're still mad he dragged you to the party, and he responds with only kissing you back a little softer as an apology.
boyf!juhoon who switches his shoes with you and walks home barefoot, carrying your heels in his hand and holding your waist with his other. he rolls his eyes every time you complain about your feet still hurting with each step (an old trick, he knows) and eventually gives up when you're near your apartment— just carrying you on his back with a click of his tongue instead, feeling you cuddle into him with a triumphant smile.
boyf!juhoon who takes you out to his favorite diner whenever you're upset or having a bad day, buying you a milkshake and fries to share. he turns into the biggest gossiper when you share with him what a friend of yours did to hurt you (even though he shrugs gossiping isn't for him). he makes sure to put in an extra order for fries as he realizes you're finishing them faster the more you rant— watching your eyes light up when they arrive on the table, fresh and hot.
boyf!juhoon who reluctantly agrees to watch you model the clothes you recently got from the mall (with his money). he's already seen you try these on in the changing room, but “to make it official,” as you say, he sits by with prince— nodding and blowing you kisses while you distantly wave at him like you're a celebrity, and him, your fanboy.
boyf!juhoon whose favorite place to kiss you is your wrist, especially when he takes you out to dinner. he loves when you tease him about him being a gentleman for once. he grits his teeth when you start getting to his head with your comments, letting you pepper his face with kisses as you giggle, “was only joking, baby.”
boyf!juhoon who was stressed beyond his mind when you took him to meet your aunt. he's heard you talk about her repeatedly, and he knew how much she meant to you. in attempts to make a good impression, he got two bouquets of flowers, and his posture didn't falter once. you were beyond amused at the dinner table when your aunt pressed him with questions, giggling especially when he fumbled over his words. “never let me near your aunt again,” he told you, face burning with embarrassment as you gave him a goodbye kiss at the door.
boyf!juhoon who loves spending weekend nights with you, bringing his DVD player over so you could watch a romcom together. he would always fall asleep halfway, and would often jolt awake as you gave him a smack near the climax of the movie, sitting up with an, “i'm up!”
boyf!juhoon who would make you forget all about the movie as he kissed you, telling you how much he missed you all week, and how it was all too stressful without you. you would giggle at him being whiney, a sign he's sleepy. you would let him doze off on your shoulder as you try to stay awake through til the end of the movie (spoiler, you never were able to).
juhoon's eyes fluttered open as his neck, leaning on your shoulder, ached him awake. he yawned, stretching his neck as he let out a sigh of pain. the slightly static screen from the tv ahead painted the room blue— DVD player turned off long ago since the movie ended. he shivered as a gush of wind crept through the open window, extinguishing the sweet scent of the candle nearby. juhoon watched you stir as he fumbled with the blankets, trying to cover you.
“mm’what are you doing?” you mumbled as he placed a kiss on your forehead, his response already lost as you began to drift back into sleep. the blue in the room disappeared as he turned the TV off, creeping back into bed and sliding his fingers closer to your skin. the chimes continued to twinkle as the night grew colder, and you snuggled closer to him.
the slight-open door creaked wider in the dark, followed with a quiet jingle of a collar. there was a soft weight at both of your ankles, and juhoon felt you stir again against his chest.
“just prince,” he muttered as he placed lazy kisses to your skin, “go back to sleep.” he yawned into you before he dozed off to the scent of vanilla lingering in his head with the soft thump of your heartbeat— his favorite lullaby.
๑⠀ 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ⠀◟⠀❤︎ ♡ ◝ i really love the farmers aesthetic lols, lwk ahh anyways i hope u guys like it. lmk if u did <3 ᯇ⠀ 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 ❤︎
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗞𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘂𝗽, 𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. A whole basket, pays in exact coins, Thanks you politely and leaves.
The second time, he buys another basket. “Didn’t you come yesterday?” you ask, leaning on the wooden stand. He freezes for half a second, like he got caught doing something illegal. “Uhh. Yeah.”
“You eat that many strawberries?”
“…I like strawberries.” You nod slowly, not convinced, but you let him take the basket anyway. After that, he starts coming every few days. Sometimes after swim practice, hair still damp, hoodie thrown over his shoulders. Sometimes on weekends, when the sun is high and the field smells sweet and warm.
He always stands there a little awkwardly, hands in his pockets while you weigh the strawberries.
“Are you- busy today?” he asks one afternoon.
“Not really.”
“….Oh.”
You hand him the basket. “You can stay and help if you want.” His eyes widen. “H-help?”
“Yeah. If you’re going to keep buying strawberries like a suspicious person, you might as well earn them.” He laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. But he stays. You show him how to pick the good ones—turn them gently, look underneath the leaves. His hands are careful, like he’s afraid he’ll break something.
“You swim, right?” you ask. He nods. “Yeah...”
“That’s why you’re always here wet.” He blushes immediately. “I’m not—”
“You are.” You keep working, pretending not to notice. After a while, he says quietly, “I actually don’t need this many strawberries.”
You glance at him. “No?” He shakes his head, smiling a little.
“I just wanted to come here.”
“Why?” He hesitates, fingers brushing over the leaves of a strawberry plant. “....You’re here,” he admits. You feel your face warm. “Well,” you say, handing him another basket,
“then you should come again...tomorrow..” He lights up like you just gave him something much better than strawberries. “....Yeah,” he says quickly.
“i-i'd like that.” And for the first time since he started showing up, he forgets to pretend the strawberries were the reason.
lowkenuinely who is he feeling like WHO R U LOOKING AT LIKE THIS (mememmemmeemememe) this makes me wanna ACTUALLY finish my martin fic ☺️☺️☺️☺️🙏🙏🙏🙏 like thanks for the motivation boyf 😆😆😆😳🙏
๑⠀ 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ⠀◟⠀❤︎ ♡ ◝ this was for sooo long in my drafts bc it's lwk ahh anyways i hope u guys like it! mwahhh <3 mora's gift for everyone lmfao ᯇ⠀ 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 ❤︎
He doesn’t question the pasta. Just sits down, pulls the plate closer, and twirls the fork. His sleeve slides down his wrist when he lifts it, and he pushes it back up absentmindedly before taking the first bite. You watch.The reaction is small. So small you almost miss it. His chewing slows. Not a face exactly,just his eyebrows pulling together for half a second. Then he swallows.
“….yummy,” he says. You press your lips together. He goes for another bite. This time he chews longer. His jaw shifts like he’s trying to decide something. He reaches for his water, drinks, clears his throat once. Still no complaint.
You lean back in your chair, trying not to smile. “How is it?, i feel like it’s not that delicious”
“Mhm,” he says, nodding.
“That’s not an answer...is it that bad?”
“No-no..It’s good,” he says again, voice a little rougher now. You bite the inside of your cheek. He keeps eating. Third bite. Smaller. He chews slowly, staring at the table like the wood grain is suddenly fascinating. Then—He coughs.
Not dramatic. Just a quick kh— into his fist.
You nearly lose it. “You okay?” you ask, trying to sound normal. He nods immediately, grabbing his water again. Takes a longer drink this time. “Yeah,” he says after a second. “Went down wrong.” You look down at your own untouched plate because if you look at his face you’re going to laugh. He keeps going. Another bite. Another pause. His ears are red now. You can see him thinking about it, about whether to say something. His mouth presses into a line for a second before he relaxes it again and swallows. “Seonghyeon,” you say sweetly.
“Yes baby?”
“Be honest.” He glances up at you. “….I am.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He twirls the fork again, stubborn. “It’s super nice, flavor went in good.” You feel your control slipping. He takes another bite. Immediately coughs again, sharper this time. You slap a hand over your mouth. He notices. His eyes narrow slightly. “.…What did you do.” You shake your head too fast. “Nothing.” He studies you for a long second. Then he looks down at the pasta again. Sighs quietly. Takes one more bite anyway. This time he actually chokes a little. “Okay—” he coughs, grabbing his water. “That—”
You break. You’re laughing so hard you nearly fall forward onto the table. “Oh my days,” you gasp. “I’m sorry—” He sets the fork down slowly, looking at you with the most tired expression. “.....How much salt.”
“A lot.”
“A lot how.”
“I poured it.” He leans back in the chair, staring at the ceiling for a second. Then he laughs too, quiet and helpless. “I thought I was losing my mind,” he says. “You kept eating it!”
“Because you cooked it,” he says simply, like that explains everything.You slide his plate away and replace it with yours. He watches you do it, still smiling a little.
“Next time,” he says, nudging your foot under the table, “just poison me directly.” You grin. “You’d still say it tastes nice.” He thinks about it. “….Probably.”
౨ৎ. header by the talented amazing bbypie ; @coergene . ❤︎
📞 . 𝟬𝟭 𝟬𝟮 𝟬𝟯 𝟬𝟰
๑⠀ 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖺'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾 ⠀◟⠀❤︎ ♡ ◝ haven’t posted in so long omfd!!!! this is a gift to everyone in moranation i love you guys smmmm yall don't know‼️‼️imissed u guys sm, i hope everyone's doing well and mora luvs u all 😽 🤗 💌 ᯇ⠀ 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 ❤︎
