🩻 æri 𖤐.ᐟ

アエリ ★ kaomoji lvr◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠

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아무렇지 않게 웃어 봐도 버릴 수 없는 맘 ⋆˚꩜｡

ᝰ.ᐟ 오늘 끝자락에 남겨질 나의 꿈 𓏲࣪

𖧧 🍊 アエリ .ᐟ Aeri ♪ (- -ᣟ݂ ݄ : they/she ⸱࣭ intp ⸱࣭ aegoromantic ⸱࣭ 18！all sfw ⸱࣭ 🇮🇩/🇺🇸 ᭪ ˊ˗⠀

ʅιƙҽʂ:: p1h (ult) ⸱࣭ &TEAM ⸱࣭ CORTIS ⸱࣭ AMPERS&ONE ⸱࣭ 82MAJOR ⸱࣭ LNGSHOT

🫐 Ri’s library 𖧧 Ri’s reclist 𑁯 Ri’s rules; 𓄹 > ɱαιɳႦʅσɠ 🩻

! ✶ I only write when i want to so consistency might not be something you'll find on my blog. ! ✶ even if P1H is my ult group, i will not be writing about them. ! ✶ Happy reading <3

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ngl this Nico fic is taking longer than expected... 3k words in and it's not even halfway done 🥀🥀 anw would anb read this

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this fic is killing me why I can't I just write “he gift, she happy, he happy too.” 🫩🫩

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what do we think of the new theme chat <(°﹏°)>

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ÆＲｉ’ｓ ★ Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ 𓏲࣪

all ages welcome : strictly sfw <3

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ CORTIS ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Stuck on Mars ★ 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘌𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘬

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ &TEAM ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

(WIP) Water under the Bridge ★ Wang Yixiang

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[makizdoll]

IMPORTANT!!!

I don't know if anyone really talked about this but I've seen so many smut fics come up in fluff and angst tags, especially porn with no plot ones.

As smut writers I think it's our responsibility to keep our fics away from minors and the easiest way to do that is not tag them in the fluff and angst sections. while I understand some of the fics might have mixed genres but i personally think that we shouldn't be tagging unless they're a very major part of the plot.

Also this is affecting the blogs and authors that do not write smut because those works barely ever show up on the tags. what I mean is that smut fics easily gain better traction than other genres so I think us not tagging them also maintains a balance in things.

I also understand that what the people read is up to them but we all know damn well minors who read fanfiction are teens and who follows rules in teenage? I hope you guys understand what I mean.

this is not an angry post, this is not directed to anyone at all but something that i noticed has been happening often! Thank you sm for reading through❤️

(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ @nichozzystuffs @kwnnies @minhosimthings

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GWIYEOPJANA MATJI? `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

𖤐.ᐟ idol!bf!Martin x staff!f!reader ~ Whole lotta fluff, Crack, Written (wc exactly 1600!)

Profanity, established relationship, reader is trilingual (Japanese, Korean, English), reader is from another country (accustomed to you!!), cheek kiss, one kms joke

Synopsis ★ Juuust gonna record Martin trying out your childhood snacks from your mother country, what could go wrong? (spoiler alert: that turned into your first ever kiss)

[A/N] ★ When I was writing this all I could think of was keeho and intak, so yes this is part of my series but the series is still building up and but I needed this ASAP (it's cheating I know,,) hope you guys enjoy it!!!! love me some fluff

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What is life without documentation? That was your motto, what you stand by. You believe that filming the fleeting minutes in your life and rewatching it, is just as rewarding as the first time you experienced it.

Especially today.

Just a few days ago you found a little shop hiding around the corner of Seoul. A little shop that felt like the biggest thing to ever bring you joy. A little shop that stores your hometown; local art, trinkets, traditional instruments, and most importantly—snacks.

And just a few days ago, you bought almost every snack they sell. And just today, your Martin just told you that he's free for almost the whole day. “Yes!” you exclaimed to yourself, a golden opportunity to film his first ever encounter with how your hometown tasted like.

It was a weekend, a weekend where Martin's schedule was aligning to yours, and this happens once every blue moon. You drove your aunt’s car you borrowed to his second home—the recording studio—a small space reserved for him and the other members to produce and record demos. In which today was fully his.

The huge mysterious bag clutched in your arms occupied you from opening the door, so you resorted to pushing the handle down with all your might using one of your elbows. Martin's head snapped at the sound of your failed attempts at opening the door and immediately stood up to open the door for you, “What's all this?” he promptly took the bag from you and put it down on the small coffee table in the middle of the room—admittedly it made the room smaller than it already is.

Without wasting any second, he pulled you into his arms, dipping his head to your shoulder, “I've missed you so much,” he mumbled. “Missed you too buddy”

Both of you could just stay like this for longer, and longer, and longer—savouring every second both of you missed after not being able to for far too long. “you good?” you asked him, concerned with just how tight he was hugging you. Taking everything in before he replied: “No… cause it's been too long,” you chuckle before gently pushing him away to pull the hug apart.

“So what made you think it's a good idea for me to spend more time in this room?” he whined, “and what is that, why is it loaded!?” pointing at the canvas bag that looked like it had just eaten an all you can eat buffet.

He grinned at your giggle when the question of the day just dropped. “C'mere,” you sat down behind the coffee table, with Martin following your lead and sitting beside you cross-legged.

Light plastic crinkles was singing to you when you opened the bag, “Lo and behold,” you grinned—trying conceal how giddy you were opening it, “[home country] food!!!”

He laughed and pinched the bridge of his nose before quickly catching a glance at your direction, failing to hide his piqued interest behind his smile as you set up your phone against whatever was on the table.

You pressed play.

“Sooo… today Tinah is gonna try snacks I loved growing up!” you turned to him, he was already rummaging around the snacks you brought to find some he thinks he'll like. Endearingly, you watched him trying to read the labels. Emphasis on trying, “what does—insert a bad attempt at reading the name of the snack—mean?” You laughed, “めっちゃ かわいい~~” you're so cute, you jokingly punched his shoulder before correcting his pronounciation.

“Ohhhh,” he blushed

“okay now pick one,”

After pondering for at least two seconds, he picked one up, “I'm choosing this one,” as he forwards his palm behind the snack he chose, “looks funky,”

You took it from his hands to pry it open. The room was greeted by a sweet and tangy scent as you ripped open the seal, not too pungent, but just enough to know it came from somewhere tropical. You extended your hand to show it to the camera, “tadaa!!”

“Yo that actually looks good,”

“Don't jinx it,” you looked at his reflection on your phone, “what if you don't like it?”

“I trust your taste,”

“Okay just try it bro,” you—full of anticipation—offered the snack in your hand for him to try.

Took him a minute to process what he thinks of it when your eyes were locked onto him, adamantly watching any expression changes. “So chat what do we think?” you asked. Eyes widening—he replied with a surprisingly satisfied ‘mmm!’ of approval that made you clap excitedly in success. To know that the person you loved, loved the taste of the very place you learned what love is.

“Aghh you're so cute today,” you pinched his cheeks once—then twice—and now you're squeezing both of his cheeks. It's not your fault that he reminded you of yourself when you first tried the same snack.

Martin didn't even flinch, he's used to this anyway, even if he's a bit confused cause it's not everyday that he looks cute in your eyes.

After the first trial, he tried around 12 other snacks you've handpicked. Some were hits, some were misses, poking his cheeks every now and then, but seeing you laugh so much was definitely a hit in his books, and spending more time together is never going to be a miss.

The recording finally hit the one hour mark, but you don't care, the more memories you document the better. Enter the last snack out of the bag, a small traditional candy you loved to keep around growing up. Never was there a time where you let down your friends when they ask for one, since you were the one who always kept a bag full, and brought it with you at all times.

You opened the packaging for him, and fed it straight into his mouth. “aaahh,”

And before you know it, like a man who'd just bitten into a lemon, his face all scrunched up. His eyes squeezed shut as if trying to block out the bitter taste, It was like watching a baby trying to handle their first taste of vegetables—all wrinkly and puckered. You hysterically laughed at him, “Is it that bad!?” you say knowing full well that was the reaction you expected.

“Why the fuck is it so sour!?”

“HAHAHA I don't remember it being that sour! I swear!” you smirked,

“This is intense,” you grabbed both of his cheeks towards the camera while he was trying to get over the nasty flavor.

“oh wait it died down,” he realized

“oh yeah the sour just comes from the white powder on the outside,” he lifted one of his eyebrows in response, you turned to the camera and yelled “we do not condone drugs guys,” as both of you laughed.

To be honest, it felt like your hands had a mind of its own now that it's just mindlessly squeezing his face, “you can stop now,” Martin looked into the camera—deadpan. “Nahhh,” you continued, “you're so cute you're like a baby I just wanna put you into my pocket you 6ft giant,”

and out of aggression,

You kissed his cheek.

He froze. While you just smiled at the camera—until you noticed you left a vague kiss mark from your lip balm. “Oh! 미안해!!!” Omg I'm sorry, as you wipe away the remnants.

Trying to hold the tug on the corners of his lips, his ears turned completely red—wait no—he turned red. “뭐야” what just happened. You do this all the time with your little siblings, at this point your sleeper agent code might just be someone cute, who knows if you end up killing someone out of cuteness aggression?

Honestly you still haven't registered what he was—oh shit—your eyes widen, now feeling guilty. Hugging, holding your hands, cuddling, that's fine. But kissing?

“Oh shit, 미안해!!! I'M SO SORRY!” It finally clicked. You just kissed him on the cheek. Might as well end yourself.

He broke into a laugh seeing you all guilty and embarrassed, you dropped your head in front of him, hair covering how much you're blushing right now. “I'm sorryyyy I didn't mean to,” your voice muffled.

He picked your limp body back up, “Why are you sorry, don't be sorry,” giggling and grinning through his teeth, he brushed your hair out of your face and tucked it into your ears. You took your phone in embarrassment and slid it into the pockets of your hoodie after stopping the recording, still facing down.

“I'm serious y/nniee,” as his attempts to bring you out of your I wish the ground would swallow me whole state keeps failing, “the only thing you should be guilty of is wiping it off,” you finally lifted your head up to look at him—still chagrined.

And you repeat it again, quieter, “미안해,” Martin pulls you in closer, “hey,” he let out another chuckle, “it's okay.”

He cupped one side of your face while the other was still wrapped around you, and moved closer. Held out for a second, giving you the chance to back up, until he pressed his lips to your cheek as well.

“See,”

And now you're here, not documenting anything, not recording anything. Just living in the moment. Right there and then you realized how maybe everything doesn't need to be documented for you to remember it, for you to replay it, for you to cherish. This right here, a moment turning into a keepsake. For you, and you only.

Two teenagers, cheeks and ears blazing red, arms wrapped around each other. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Taglist (OPEN): @miisoluvsdeer @anastarsia-00

Last [A/N] GUYS PLEASE WATCH THIS AFTER THIS IS WHAT I ENVISIOND

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001 ★ FIRST MELODY `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

idol!Martin x (art) intern!f!reader ~ Fluff, Crack, Slowburn, SMAU x Written (wc 986)

Profanity, professional interactions, fictional side characters, reader is a day 1, slight language barrier, bad Japanese (im still studying </3)

Synopsis It's your first ever big meeting. On paper, it's easy, but meeting the members for the first time, meeting the executives for the first time, doing everything feels like a first time. Let's just hope you leave the room on a good note—especially after one member looks at you.

[A/N] still ignore timestamps we don't need that and anyways yay more written parts everybody clap!!! can't you tell I also have a big crush on a j*b, also apologies for the amount of em dashes i use... i love them... and i probably used the semicolon wrong but hey who cares :p

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The conference room felt colder than it should’ve been. Not physically—just the kind of cold that comes from glass walls, polished tables, and people who didn’t need to prove themselves anymore.

You did.

You slipped into one of the last empty seats, laptop already open, stylus hovering. Around you, conversations stayed low, efficient—Korean you could follow, but not comfortably. Not at this speed.

Across from you sat five At the head of the table, the director from the Creative Division stood, remote in hand. After what felt like hours of uncomfortable silence, waiting for everyone to gather in this very room where everytime someone new enters the room you thought the meeting was about to begin—another cluster of people strides in. Until lastly, five young—probably younger than you—neatly dressed guys sat across from you tucked in the corner of the table, “Let’s begin.” The screen lit up.

A slide. Black background. One word.

CORTIS (working title) and under it, smaller: Pre-debut Boy Group — Launch

Your fingers moved before your brain fully caught up. Typing what you consider would be important, aka almost everything. Next slide.

Images flashed—grainy street photography, chrome textures, fragmented mirrors, the members mid-motion, never fully visible.

“Core direction: incomplete identity. They’re not ‘finished idols’ yet. That’s the concept.”

The young guys who you later discovered are cortis, repeatedly nodded their head in approval, already used to this language. You typed it anyway.

The director clicked again. Now your screen was filling up faster than you could organize it.

“Music team is already supported by you guys,” they pointed towards the five members. “Visuals need to support that sound, in which will be explained by them later” still referring to the members.

A hand went up; one of the senior designers.

“Yes?”

“For color direction, are we locking into monochrome, or allowing accent tones?”

“Let's lean into the more carefree element by highlighting certain colors like orange, green, blue, etc. It won't be too monochromatic”

You underlined that, no dull colors—right.

Another slide. MV reference frames.

“Debut MV will likely involve these spaces. Similae environments to their demo. We’re avoiding anything too ‘rigid’ as that comes later in their career arc.”

The meeting moved fast. Too fast. Budget constraints, timeline overlaps, teaser rollout strategy. You caught maybe eighty percent. The rest, you filled in later from context, hoping no one noticed the gaps.

Then—

“Visual team.”

Your head snapped up. A different person spoke now—your team lead. “Initial moodboards are due by next week. We’re exploring three directions internally, but nothing is locked yet.” A pause.

“If anyone has quick inputs, we can hear them now.”

Silence. Not awkward. Just… selective.

This wasn’t a classroom. No one was raising their hand just to participate, a few seniors spoke, “Lean into asymmetry more.” Another, “Less literal interpretation of ‘surveillance.’ It’s overused.”

“Consider practical textures instead of digital tweaking, we'll take advantage of angles" Each comment was acknowledged, sometimes challenged, always moved on from quickly.

Your cursor blinked. You had something.

Not fully formed, but it made sense with what they’d said. You could stay quiet—that was the default: Interns didn’t need to speak. Interns weren’t expected to.

Your grip tightened around the stylus, yet you still glanced at your team lead. They weren’t looking at you. Just scanning the room, waiting—yet something was preventing you from breaking free the words sitting at the tip of your tongue.

You exhaled, barely audible. “Teamjang-nim…” It came out softer than you intended, but it was enough.

A few heads turned—not all, just enough to make your chest tighten.

“Yes?”, you swallowed.

“For the environment…” you started, then paused—just enough to not sound like you were rambling. “If we’re leaning into something more carefree—less rigid,” you continued, “what if the space feels… unstable, but in a playful way?”

A slight tilt of the director’s head. Not rejection. Processing. “Like… not polished sets but real locations: streets, rooftops, places that feel open—but we distort them through movement instead of heavy effects.”

Your stylus hovered over your screen, but you didn’t look down.

“So.. we'll use a bunch of blocking that looks almost messy at first glance; like members overlapping each other, pulling, pushing—like they’re not fully in sync yet.”

You gestured slightly, then stopped yourself before it became too much.

“Not choreography-first, but interaction-first.” Then, quieter, “...like they’re figuring themselves out in real time.”

Silence again, but different. The director tapped their pen once against the table.

“Less constructed,” they said, you hesitantly nodded in reply.

One of the senior designers spoke up. “That would work with natural lighting too. Less dependency on post-production.”

Finally the tallest person within the member lineup spoke up: Martin, and added, “And it aligns with the color direction—if we’re using brighter accents, real environments will carry that better.”

Your team lead finally looked at you—properly this time—not smiling… but not dismissive either.

“…We’d need strong camera direction to keep it from looking sloppy,” they said.

You nodded immediately. “And maybe tighter shots during the more chaotic moments.”

The director leaned back slightly. “Reference?”

“There’s a style where the energy comes from the members interacting more than performing,” you said carefully. “just like in the demo, where they're just… having fun,”

It seemed like the word ‘demo’ lit up a smile on the members’ faces. Sure it had been the basis of what's being discussed today, and the members had profusely overthought every frame before presenting it in past meetings they had—but this was also the first big meeting, and their demo was finally acknowledged.

Another pause. Then, “Visual team,” the director said, already moving forward, “include one direction based on environmental interaction and loose blocking. Keep it grounded—no over-stylization.”

Your team lead gave a short nod. “Got it.”

And just like that, It was over. The meeting shifted, more people spoke up, before it all finally ended.

But your screen—Your notes were still there.

Movement → good

Environment carries tone

Controlled chaos

You underlined the last one. Once.

Then, after a second, Twice.

Taglist (Open!!) : @miisoluvsdeer

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No lies I actually have the draft for the next part like ready to polish and turn into a post but I might have to postpone it a little due to uni and w*rk... but worry not I'll be posting them veeeryyyy soon ᕙ⁠(⁠⇀⁠‸⁠↼⁠‶⁠)⁠ᕗ

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000 ★ PROLOGUE `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

idol!Martin x (art) intern!f!reader ~ Fluff, Crack, Slowburn

Profanity, professional interactions, fictional side characters, SFW bc he's still a minor to me (we're the same age), reader is a day 1, slight language barrier, reader is trilingual (English, Japanese, and native language)

Synopsis You're an International Student in Japan with the opportunity to intern in Korea on your last year of College. CORTIS was just an idea on a whiteboard and your future was written in your mind with bold letters, thing is—you weren't the only one writing it.

[A/N] First series kinda #nervous, very self indulged bc I wonder who's also an inter student in Japan ❤ — Tried to make this as realistic as possible so there's no mention of other groups as characters BUT I couldn't think of a name so um thanks keeho for letting me borrow yours <3 also ignore timestamps we don't need that

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MASTER ★ LIST `✦ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹

idol!Martin x (art) intern!f!reader ~ Fluff, Crack, Slowburn

♤ Profanity, professional interactions, fictional side characters, SFW, reader is an 08, reader is a day 1, slight language barrier, reader is trilingual (English, Japanese, and native language), em dashes

Synopsis ✚ You're an International Student in Japan with the opportunity to intern in Korea during your last year of College. CORTIS was just an idea on a whiteboard and your future was written in your mind in bold letters, The thing is—you weren't the only one writing it.

.・゜-: ✧ :- CHAPTERS

000 — Prologue [SMAU]

001 — First Melody [SMAU x Written]

002

003

004

005

.・-: ✧ SKIP THE SLOW BURN!

00# — Fast forward 1 [SMAU]

00# — Fast Forward 2 [Written]

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[unredact3d]

Keeho looked too tempting to draw; the henna, the eyes, the everything (more under cut)

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Oh and i also draw ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ ) — go show some love bc i put a lot of hard work and time into this 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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idol!Martin x (art) intern!f!reader ~ Fluff, Crack, Established relationship

♤ Profanity, use of y/n, fictional side characters (Kim), SFW, sick reader, one kms joke

Synopsis Due to the weight of stress, workload, paranoia, and a pile of assignments waiting at your desk; you consistently pull all nighters for countless days thinking it would do nothing to you but get work done—until it didn't, now you're sick, but as convenient as can be, Martin was there.

[A/N] First fic kinda #nervous, but this is essentially a sneak peak of an upcoming fic I'm cooking up 👀, never had the intention to write until @teacuplps ’s fic changed my life, tried to make this as realistic as possible for the series so there's no mention of other groups as characters I'm sorry </3

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apparently this is only a sneak peek for an upcoming fic ?? 👁️👁️ i’m so excited this was alr so cute to read :,)

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working on it as we speak 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ and omg youre excited??!?! you??? Me??? ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! TYSMM 🤍🤍🤍

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idol!Martin x (art) intern!f!reader ~ Fluff, Crack, Established relationship

♤ Profanity, use of y/n, fictional side characters (Kim), SFW, sick reader, one kms joke

Synopsis Due to the weight of stress, workload, paranoia, and a pile of assignments waiting at your desk; you consistently pull all nighters for countless days thinking it would do nothing to you but get work done—until it didn't, now you're sick, but as convenient as can be, Martin was there.

[A/N] First fic kinda #nervous, but this is essentially a sneak peak of an upcoming fic I'm cooking up 👀, never had the intention to write until @teacuplps ’s fic changed my life, also ignore yn saying tea when it's clearly smoothies LOL, tried to make this as realistic as possible for the series so there's no mention of other groups as characters I'm sorry </3

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Self rant sesh

There is a good chance I'll write a idol!cortis smau series which would also be an actualization of my chronic case of daydreaming BUT the issue here is that since it's in an in-work environment, most of the bonding/interaction happens offline, and I cannot for the life of me bring myself to WRITE rpf dygwim, cs to me they're still REAL people with real thoughts and real lives 😭😭

And the member we're gonna be focusing on is Martin in hopes of meeting sb as cool as him (or it's bc I genuinely just want to be him) and atp it wouldn't be surprising to say that I am very much indeed #aromantic (To be more specific aegoromantic so for fictional purposes we're good ;))

It may or may not happen we still don't know but for now let's just put it out there lmao

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And here I am, becoming what I swore to never become: a fic writer

[my-dailydreams]