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boyfriend!martin who wakes you up at the ass crack of dawn because he had a nightmare about you cheating on him :: wc. 826 :: authors note 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 contains established relationship, fluff, just humor lol :: plss like + reblog :: if my work isn’t for you, feel free to leave but negativity has no place here.

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Martin woke up sad, thought about it for ten minutes while staring at the wall, then slowly grew angry, a pout tugging at his pink lips. He just had the worst dream, and you're not even awake for him to get annoyed at you for it. What the heck, “babe. wake up,” martin started, massaging your hips while gently shaking your body awake.

You had slept on your side, facing his back. Martin loves being the big spoon, yes, but he never said he hated being the small spoon either. So what if he likes being held?

Though the more he shook you awake, the more you didn't wake up. It only made him even more frustrated. “Wake up!” he shook you even more until you finally started to stretch awake, blinking your clouded sleepiness away. “I'm mad at you,” Martin said the second he saw you peek one eye open.

You yawned and stretched your other arm. “Okay? m'sleeping.” You turned your back toward him, getting more comfortable in your new position, putting an arm under the pillow. You smiled when you felt how good a spot you'd gotten; you weren't really registering what he was saying.

Martin glared at the back of your head. “Now you're just making me even more mad,” he said. You heard him climb off the bed. So dramatic, that boy, swear. When you didn't say anything, too busy drifting back off to sleep, he let out a huge, dramatic sigh, grabbed the pillow from the end of the bed, and threw it at you. “I said, now you're just making me more mad.”

“I heard you,” you mumbled, your eyes still closed. You dug your face deeper into the cold side of the pillow. It's like hitting the jackpot of comfortable spots. “Why are you even mad?” You couldn't help but find him getting annoyed at your sleepy state hilarious. Definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

“Because you're not listening to me!” he groaned when he saw the small smile on your face. You're not taking him seriously! Why are you smiling? “I had the worst dream. no, actually, it wasn't even a dream, it was a nightmare, and you are just trying to be funny when i'm trying to tell you about it.” he's literally been stressing about the nightmare since he woke up, wondering if it's a sign the universe is trying to give him or if his brain just wants to play tricks on him and give him jump scares that'll have his heart beating like no other just for the fuck of it.

You yawned, getting yourself even more comfortable. “Tell me when I wake up then.” Martin can't wait for you to wake up because he's been stressing about it ever since he woke up!

“Where's your phone?”

You immediately sat up. “What?” Oh, so now all of a sudden you're awake? He didn't know if that made him angrier or sadder.

“I thought you were sleepy,” Martin replied, walking around your room to find your phone. If you weren't going to give him the answers now, he would just have to find out for himself, he guessed. “Where's your phone?” he asked again when he couldn't find it.

“Why?” Now you're asking why? Martin is legit about to crash out.

“You're such a cheater,” he spat out. He was standing while you were now propped up on your elbows, watching him as he looked around for your phone. “In my dream, you were cheating on me with this ugly ass guy, and then I woke up to you not even hugging me. It's like, damn, you really don't love me.” he crossed his arms. “That's when I started thinking, hmmm, maybe the universe is trying to tell me something.”

Is he fucking serious right now? “That's what you're mad about? A fake dream of me cheating?” You shook your head and pulled the blanket over yourself. “Wake me up when you're normal again.”

“Babe, see! how do you expect me not to be mad when you just dismissed me like that?” he pouted. Why aren't you giving him your phone? Or your attention? “You're so mean to me.”

He walked over to the side of the bed you were sleeping on, not caring about the yelp you let out when he put his whole body weight on top of you, letting his head fall into your neck. You huffed. Wasn't he just complaining? The switch up in three seconds truly gave you whiplash. “You just said how mean I was to you and got all mad because of your dumbass dream.” 

“I am still mad, trust,” his voice muffled into your neck. You almost snorted. mad looked a little different here, but oh well. “and it's not dumb. I'm still gonna be on you because of that when we wake up again,” you rolled your eyes.

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NO OTHER HEART : a series : when your girlfriend of two years cheats on you, the last person you expect to understand your heartbreak is the person she cheated on you with. martin edwards never knew you existed, and you never knew he did. when two people are equally hurt by the same person, the only logical explanation for them getting close is revenge. so obviously, pretending to date in front of paparazzi seemed like the perfect plan ノ idol!martin x f!reader x idol!james.

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YOUTUBER!MARTIN : au : youtuber!martin documenting the process of adopting a cute little cat for his girlfriend as a surprise! ノ youtuber!martin x f!reader.

MOCKINGBIRD : the hunger games au : mentor!martin who teaches his first tribute everything he knows about surviving the games. he just never teaches himself how to survive losing her ノmentor!martin x tribute!reader.

NOT ALLOWED : drabble : you’re so busy looking at someone else that you don’t notice someone’s looking at you the same way. same universe as no other heart, but not canon to the timeline ノidol!martin x f!reader x idol!james.

BOYFRIEND!MARTIN : drabble : boyfriend!martin who wakes you up at the ass crack of dawn because he had a nightmare about you cheating on him ノboyfriend!martin x f!reader

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MOCKINGBIRD 𓍼ོ martin edwards

content: hunger games au, mentor!martin, strangers to lovers, bit of a slow burn, angst with fluff, character death obvi, no happy ending. wc. 2.9k+

summary: mentor!martin who teaches his first tribute everything he knows about surviving the games. he just never teaches himself how to survive losing her.

mentor!martin who… was only eighteen when they handed him the title of being a mentor. One year ago, he was the tribute everyone watched fight for his life. Now the Capitol expected him to teach someone else how to do the same.

mentor!martin who… swears he won’t get attached to his first-ever tribute. Every victor before him had, and he refuses to make the same mistake.

mentor!martin who… barely pays attention during the Reaping. After surviving the Games himself, every ceremony feels worse. Another child was stolen from their family and thrown into an arena to fight to the death.

mentor!martin who… finally looks up when your name is called. The cameras are catching the horror on your pretty face for entertainment, staying there just long enough for the Capitol to admire the look of pure terror.

mentor!martin who… doesn’t understand what everyone’s whispering about until someone beside him says, “The Capitol couldn’t catch her older sister, so they took the next best thing. This one’s a bit easier on the eyes, am I right?”

mentor!martin who… watches you walk to the stage with your head held high despite the tears obviously forming on your waterline. He can’t tell if you’re trying to be brave or if you’re just refusing to give the Capitol the satisfaction.

mentor!martin who… feels sick watching the Peacekeepers snatch you up. The cameras didn’t get the breakdown they wanted, and the Peacekeepers practically dragged you out of sight.

mentor!martin who… is escorted backstage the moment the Reaping ends. Someone hands him a file with your picture paperclipped to the front. District 12 Female Tribute. Underneath your name, another note has been stamped in red ink. Family under investigation for rebellious activity.

mentor!martin who… meets you for the first time at the train station. Peacekeepers practically shove you aboard. Your wrists are rubbed raw from the cuffs they’d just removed. 

mentor!martin who… has never seen a dress styled like yours before. It was long enough to brush against the floor, but what he liked most was that it looked kind of weird.

mentor!martin who… decided weird was good.

mentor!martin who… walks over with his hand already held out. “Hello. I’m Martin. I’ll be your mentor.” And immediately cringes at how professional he sounds.

mentor!martin who… is left awkwardly standing there when you walk straight past him without so much as a glance.

mentor!martin who… finds you sitting alone in one of the train compartments, staring out the window as the trees swallow District 12 whole. He doesn’t have to ask what you’re thinking. He remembers having the same thought a year ago. I’m never going to see home again.

mentor!martin who… sits across from you. He isn’t sure why. Maybe it’s because no one sat with him during his train ride to the Capitol. Maybe it’s because he sees himself in you.

mentor!martin who… blurts out, “You’re not going to die.” It’s enough to finally pull your eyes away from the passing trees and onto him. “I’m your mentor,” he says. “It’s kind of my job to keep you alive.”

mentor!martin who… is caught off guard by the scoff that leaves your lips. You almost laugh to yourself, shaking your head. “Didn’t think District 12 was important enough to get a mentor.” The Capitol always seemed to have an excuse whenever your district’s tributes were left to fend for themselves.

mentor!martin who… is left sitting in his own silence when you add, “The odds were never in my favor anyway.” Before he can ask what you mean, you’re already walking out of the compartment. 

mentor!martin who… eyes stayed on the doorway long after you’d disappeared. He can’t help but wonder if it has something to do with the words stamped across your file in bold red letters.

mentor!martin who… finds you standing in the Training Center way before the other tributes arrive. While everyone else sleeps in, you’re already studying every station.

mentor!martin who… doesn’t interrupt you. He simply stands beside you, watching your eyes move from the knives to the camouflage station and then to the edible plants.

mentor!martin who… quickly realizes you’re stubborn as hell. Every suggestion is met with an eye roll. He’s just trying to help!

mentor!martin who… has to bite back a smile every time you glare at him after he corrects your stance. “What?” he laughs, gently nudging your elbow a little higher. “I’m your mentor. Just helping.” He whispers the last part in your ear before you immediately snatch yourself away from him.

mentor!martin who… spends hours teaching you everything he wished someone had taught him before his own Games. How to throw a knife. How to tell when someone is lying. Which berries are poisonous and which ones aren’t.

mentor!martin who… finds himself replaying your words from the train over and over again. “The odds were never in my favor anyway.” Strange, he thinks, considering you’re always the first one in the Training Center and the last one to leave. He admires the determination behind your stubbornness. Intriguing you are. 

mentor!martin who… pretends not to notice the blisters forming on your hands after your fifth hour throwing knives.    

mentor!martin who… hands you a roll of bandages before you leave for the night. “Oh. Thanks.” It’s barely a whisper. It’s also the first time you’ve thanked him.

mentor!martin who… catches himself smiling the entire walk back. 

mentor!martin who… starts looking forward to your training sessions more and more every day. It’s the only time he really gets to be close to you since you actually interact. You’re only doing it because you want to survive, talking to him because he’s your mentor. 

mentor!martin who… doesn’t care. He just wants to help.

mentor!martin who… nearly chokes on his own spit when you mutter, “You’re less annoying than I thought.” It’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to him.

mentor!martin who… realizes he’s heard you laugh exactly once. He had been called in by the President for ‘mentor advice.’ He’d given Martin a necklace to pass on to his tribute, explaining that every district would be wearing one. By the time Martin comes back to training, he’s doing an impression of the guy so accurately that you have to press your lips together to stop yourself from laughing too much.

mentor!martin who… starts making a fool of himself on purpose now and then just to hear that hypnotizing laughter again.

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mentor!martin who… reaches behind you to fasten the necklace your stylist insisted you wear. You lift your hair without him asking, your fingers holding it out of the way while he fumbles with the tiny clasp. His knuckles skim the back of your neck, warm against your skin. “Sorry,” he mumbles, even though neither of you is sure what he’s apologizing for. When he finally gets the necklace on, he takes a step back and decides that clipping a necklace should not have made his heart race this damn much. 

mentor!martin who… feels his stomach erupt into butterflies when you turn around and offer him a small smile. It isn’t forced like the ones the stylists kept asking for. Moments ago, they’d whisked you away, trading your District 12 clothes for a gown, fixing your hair and makeup until you barely recognized yourself. The only thing left was the necklace, and for some reason, they insisted your mentor be the one to put it on you.

mentor!martin who… feels nauseous when your name is called, signaling it’s your turn to be interviewed. He gives your shoulder one last reassuring squeeze before you’re ushered toward the stage. Just as you’re about to step through the curtains, you suddenly turn back, lean up, and press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Wish me luck.” Before he can even process what happened, you’re already walking away, the audience erupting into applause as your name is announced.

mentor!martin who… still standing there like an idiot, staring at the curtains, while one of the next up tributes has to nudge him. From District 4. Keonho. “Careful with that girl.”

mentor!martin who… doesn’t miss a beat when he asks, “Why?” and hates it when he doesn’t get an answer.

mentor!martin who… can’t help but feel relief when you make the audience laugh. Just maybe, the sponsors would remember your name.

mentor!martin who… watches your confidence slowly grow with each question the interviewer asks. You just know what to say.

mentor!martin who…feels his stomach drop when the interviewer leans forward with a grin and asks, “So, tell me, is there a special someone waiting for you back home?”

mentor!martin who… watches your eyes move toward the wings of the stage for the briefest second. It happens so quickly, he almost convinces himself he imagined it.

mentor!martin who… nearly chokes when the interviewer continues. “A sweetheart? A secret admirer? Surely someone has caught the eye of District 12’s prettiest tribute.”

mentor!martin who… can only stare as you shrug at the interviewer. “If I make it home…” You smile, “Maybe I’ll tell you.”

mentor!martin who… hears the Capitol audience absolutely lose their minds. Sponsors loved hope. They loved romance.

mentor!martin who… is waiting for the second you step behind the curtains. “You did amazing.” 

mentor!martin who… watches you let out the breath you’ve apparently been holding the entire interview. The fake smile immediately slipped. “You think?” He knows so! “Definitely. The Capitol’s probably in love with you now.”

mentor!martin who… notices the teasing smile tugging at your lips. That damn face. “Including my mentor?”

mentor!martin who… completely forgets how to speak. “Including… huh? What?”

mentor!martin who… watches you giggle for what feels like the first time again. “Relax. I’m kidding.” was it bad he really wished you weren’t? 

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mentor!martin who… notices you don’t joke nearly as much the night before the Games. Who really does? Your focus from here on out is just to survive.

mentor!martin who… finds you standing on the balcony long after everyone else has gone to bed. Your elbows rest against the railing as you stare out at the disaster people call a Capitol. “Can’t sleep?” he asks softly.

mentor!martin who… already knows the answer when you shake your head. “Didn’t think I’d spend my last night looking at a city I hate,” Martin walks over until he’s standing beside you. Neither of you says anything for a while. The silence isn’t awkward anymore. He likes that.

mentor!martin who… hears you quietly ask, “Were you scared?”

mentor!martin who… laughs under his breath. “Shitless.”

mentor!martin who… watches you glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Does it ever go away?”

mentor!martin who… wishes he had a better answer. “No,” he reaches over without thinking, his hand finding yours against the cold railing. This time, you don’t pull away. You’re actually squeezing his hand instead.

mentor!martin who… almost doesn’t hear you when you whisper, “I don’t want to die.” He feels his heart shatter. He’s spent days telling you what berries to avoid, how to throw knives, how to survive. None of it prepared him for hearing you admit the one thing he’d been trying so hard to ignore.

mentor!martin who… turns toward you. “Hey…” His thumb brushes over your cheekbone. “Look at me.”

mentor!martin who… waits until your eyes finally meet his. “You’re going to fight. You’re going to outsmart them. Every second you’re in that arena, I’m going to be right there with you. I’m going to be right there.”

mentor!martin who… sees your eyes begin to water. He watches you step closer until there’s barely any space left between you. He hears you whisper, “Do you promise I’ll be home? With my family?”

mentor!martin who… opens his mouth to answer. Closing it once nothing comes out.

mentor!martin who… has never hated being a mentor more than he does in that moment. Because no matter how badly he wants to, he can’t promise you’ll come home.

mentor!martin who… feels your fingers slowly slip from his hand. “Can I ask you something?” He nodded so fast. At this point, you could ask him for anything.

mentor!martin who… forgets how to breathe when you utter the words, “Kiss me.” He searches your face for any sign that you’re joking.

mentor!martin who… whispers your name. He’s asking for permission one last time. You answer by closing the distance yourself.

mentor!martin who… kisses you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever had. Truthfully, he thinks you’re the most precious person he’s ever come across. One hand cups your cheek while the other never lets go of yours, his thumb brushing back and forth against your knuckles. He needs to remind himself you’re actually there. He tilts his head just enough for his nose to graze your tear-streaked cheek, smiling into the kiss when he feels your lips move against his.

mentor!martin who… rests his forehead against yours when you pull away, neither of you willing to move first.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

mentor!martin who… is shitting bricks the second he sees you rise into the arena. He barely remembers to breathe as he watches you stand perfectly still on your podium, your eyes already scanning every inch of the Cornucopia instead of the tributes around you. Good. Good girl. That’s exactly what he taught you.

mentor!martin who… silently repeats every lesson he drilled into your head. Don’t run toward the bloodbath. Keep moving. Trust your instincts. Survive. Please.

mentor!martin who… nearly collapses with relief when the countdown ends and you do exactly what he told you to do. You ignore the mountain of weapons everyone else sprints toward and disappear into the trees before the Careers even realize you’re gone.

mentor!martin who… doesn’t know whether to smile or feel guilty. He swore he wouldn’t get attached. He forgot all about that.

mentor!martin who… spends every waking hour in front of the screens. He forgets what sleeping feels like.

mentor!martin who… catches himself talking to the television. He doesn’t care if the people around him think he’s crazy. It’s all under his breath anyway. His eyes never leave the screen. He doesn’t remember the last time he blinked.

mentor!martin who… doesn’t hesitate to spend nearly every sponsor token he has on clean water after watching you collapse.

mentor!martin who… lets out the breath he’d been holding when the tiny silver parachute lands only a few feet from you. “Yes, C’mon.”

mentor!martin who… watches you survive exactly how he knew you would. You’re doing so well that, for the first time since the Games began, he lets himself believe you might actually make it home. You think before you move. You remember everything he taught you.

mentor!martin who… catches himself smiling every time the Capitol commentators mention District 12. “They didn’t expect this tribute to make it so far.” Neither did they.

mentor!martin who… hears people begin placing bets on your victory. He lets himself believe.

mentor!martin who… starts imagining what he’ll say when you come home. 

mentor!martin who… nearly falls out of his chair when the final cannon sounds. You’re the only tribute left standing. You’d only injured a few other tributes, but you ran so much that you somehow kept getting farther away from everyone else. Martin knew the Gamemakers had flooded the arena to force the remaining tributes closer together, but that still wasn’t enough to stop you from hiding.

mentor!martin who… celebrates. He doesn’t care that every mentor in the room is staring. Every ounce of fear he’d been carrying finally melts away. You did it. You actually did it.

mentor!martin who… watches the hovercraft begin descending into the arena. The announcer’s voice came through the speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen. Your victor for the -”

mentor!martin who… watches your hand instinctively rise to your throat.

mentor!martin who… smile immediately fades.

mentor!martin who… furrows his brows when your fingers claw at the necklace he’d fastened around your neck before your interview. “What the hell are you doing?”

mentor!martin who… is already halfway to the screen before he realizes. You’re not trying to take it off. You’re trying to breathe.

mentor!martin who… feels every drop of color drain from his face as the necklace begins tightening around your throat. “No. No. No.”

mentor!martin who… slams both hands against the glass. “No! Someone! Do something!” Anybody. Everybody. “Please!”

mentor!martin who… watches you desperately try to pull the chain away from your neck. It doesn’t budge.

mentor!martin who… doesn’t realize he’s crying until someone grabs his shoulders to keep him from running toward a screen he can’t possibly get through.

mentor!martin who… remembers you once said. “The odds were never in my favor anyway.”

mentor!martin who… finally realizes what you meant. You were never meant to leave that arena alive. The Capitol couldn’t punish your sister. So they made sure they could punish someone else. Even if she won.

mentor!martin who… mourned his first and only tribute for the rest of his life. Whenever people asked him about the girl from 12, he’d smile sadly and tell them she was the smartest tribute he’d ever known.

mentor!martin who… never forgot the feeling of fastening that necklace around your neck. For the rest of his life, he wondered if he would’ve noticed something had he just looked a little closer. He never did stop blaming himself.

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youtuber!martin documenting the process of adopting a cute little cat for his girlfriend as a surprise ⚞^. .^⚟

wc. 2.1k+ content. youtuber!martin, fluff, comfort, established relationship, surprise gift, kitten adoption, juhoon & seonghyeon appearance, soft martin, no angst. author’s note. lmao idk i just want a cat so bad. pls like + reblog, enjoy /ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡

“Hey! What’s up you guys? Today, I’m going to become a dad.” Martin dramatically pretended to punch the camera, laughing as Juhoon moved it along with him. “That was good. That was good.” It was the tenth time they’d tried to do the intro because they kept getting sidetracked. Guess that’s what happens when you make your best friend your cameraman.

They’d only just arrived at the park, waiting for the guy Martin had found on Instagram. There was a post from a guy saying his younger sister’s cat had five-month-old kittens, and they were trying to give them away because there were too many to keep. They were looking for people to give them a new home. You’d been so down lately, and Martin wanted to surprise you with something that would hopefully cheer his beautiful girl up. You sent him cat reels all month, and in his mind, he saw that as a bunch of hints about what you wanted.

With that, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t get you the cutest cat you could ever imagine and raise it together? 

A shitty one. 

Martin would rather die than be a shitty boyfriend to you. He and the guy had been texting back and forth for a few weeks before finally deciding to meet at a park close to where he lived. 

Juhoon zoomed in on Martin’s nose. “He’s so ugly,” he whispered, though only the viewers could hear him.

“What’chu say?” Martin called out. Juhoon shook his head as if to say nothing before pointing at the camera and gesturing for him to continue the video. He’s not slick, Martin thought, but continued speaking anyway. “Today’s a special day because I’m going to give my beautiful girlfriend something she’s been wanting. She hasn’t been feeling too good lately, and I want to give her something that’ll make her happy. Which is a cat.” Juhoon shook the camera. Martin continued, “I want to do this for her because I want the cat to be with her when I’m not there, you know what I mean? Like, it’s giving her a little piece of my love through a cat that’ll love her when I can’t. Does that make sense?”

Juhoon nodded, but Martin couldn’t tell if he actually agreed or if he was just doing it to get him to shut up. He shrugged. “Anyway, call me Daddy now.” He winked at the camera.

Juhoon scrunched up his nose and turned the camera toward himself, wanting to show everyone just how disgusted he was. “So cringe,” he said. He’s the cameraman, but once Juhoon shows his face for even a second, that’s all the comments will talk about. They’ll be dropping timestamps and making edits of the three seconds he was on screen. It’s funny as shit.

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“Cat’s hereeee.” Martin pointed toward the parking lot. The guy he was getting the cat from, Seonghyeon, had said his little sister was coming too because she wanted to see who her baby was going to. Seonghyeon stepped out of the backseat with the cat in his hands, his sister following right behind him.

In the YouTube video, it’d show him running over to the parking lot, his mic catching their conversation as they talked. Their faces would be blurred, and their voices would be messed with for privacy. “He looks stiff,” Juhoon said about Martin, zooming in on the way Seonghyeon slowly placed the cat into his arms. The cat scratched at whatever surface it could cling to, its little legs stretching in every direction. But once it steadied itself against Martin’s chest, it calmed down.

They talked for a little while longer before Martin said goodbye. Seonghyeon’s little sister said her goodbyes too, and then Martin jogged back over to the camera. He pointed at the cat cradled against his chest with his free hand. “She’s a girl.”

Juhoon moved closer, angling the camera so the cat’s eyes looked bigger. He held the camera with one hand while bringing the other up to gently scratch her small neck. “She cute.”

“Alright, guys, cat secured. Now we need to get all the supplies for her to eat, sleep, and all that before surprising my girl.” Martin kissed the top of the cat’s head and gestured for Juhoon to bring the camera closer. “The guy’s little sister said her goodbyes. I could tell she didn’t want to give her away, but she’s going to a good home.” He spoke to the camera. “Cool people. Cool people.” He gave a thumbs up, but Juhoon zoomed in on the cat instead. She looked so scared, but she was so cute.

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“This one’s cool.” Juhoon pointed the camera at a cat bed. He thought it was the best one in the entire aisle. It was a pink princess bed, way bigger than a normal cat bed. Considering the cat was only a few months old, it wasn’t exactly reasonable, but it did have a few little castles for her to climb on when she got older.

“For her tiny self?” Martin turned the cat toward the camera, still cradled against his chest in his arms. “Nah.”

Juhoon shrugged behind the camera, even if the viewers couldn’t see him. “I’ll buy it then.” She’d look too cute in it.

Martin gasped, looking between the camera and the cat that had started to drift off in his arms. “Awh, Uncle Juhoon coming in clutch?” Juhoon scrunched up his nose and muttered an ‘ew’ under his breath as Martin started talking to her in a baby voice.

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Martin yawned, waving lazily at the camera. “It’s been a few hours, even if it was only two seconds for you guys.” He glanced down at his phone, texting you that he’d come open the door in a minute. You’d just gotten home from taking care of your cousin, and it was only a few hours until midnight. After leaving PetSmart and feeding the cat, Martin had settled her into the cute princess bed Juhoon bought and then gone straight to his room to sleep. He’d only just woken up to your text telling him to open the door. “Juhoon went home, so I set the camera up myself.” He yawned again.

Every night, you always came over to Martin’s. You basically lived with him. When he woke up to your text telling him to open the door, he quickly set up the camera and grabbed the princess bed with your new cat snuggled up in the middle. He placed it right in the center of his bed. “Girlfriend’s here. Time to surprise her.” He typed something else to you before putting his phone down. “Let’s go.”

He had basically jogged to the front door in excitement, letting you in the second you arrived. You looked ready to pass out, but you still gave him a lazy smile when you saw him. “Hi, babe.” He bent down to hug you, making sure to lift you slightly so he could crack your back a little. Pulling away, he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “I have a surprise for you.”

You yawned, and he pecked your cheek. “I’m sleepy.” You loved surprises, but your cousins were the craziest kids ever. They hadn’t given you a moment to breathe until you finally left. Taking care of them was quite literally a full-time job. But with everything going on in your family right now, you were doing your best to help.

“You’ll love it. Promise.” He played with the ends of your hair, twirling a strand around his finger. It was so soft and pretty.

“Mmmm. Okay.” You hummed, your eyelids heavy. You really did want to go to sleep, but you also wanted to see what the surprise was.

He led you to his room, and once you were standing in front of the door, he covered your eyes with his hands. “I need your full reaction.” He pressed a kiss to the back of your head as he carefully guided you inside. You held your hands out in front of you, making sure you didn’t bump into anything. “Okay, wait. Wait, don’t look yet.” He quickly adjusted the camera, making sure it was angled perfectly. When the cat started to stretch, he gently moved her back into place. She was so cute. He couldn’t wait to find out what you two were going to name her.

He climbed onto the bed, immediately hitting the Justin Bieber pose and trying not to laugh. “Okay, open now.”

When you opened your eyes, they immediately went to Martin, but it didn’t last long because the giant bed in front of him stole your attention. The tiny ball of fur sat in the middle of the huge pink princess bed, staring back at you with her cute little sparkly eyes.

Martin’s grin slowly started to falter when you didn’t say anything. “…Babe?” To be fair, you were really tired.

Your hands flew to your mouth. “No.” Those were the first words out of your mouth. Martin immediately started smiling again. Your delayed reaction somehow made it even funnier because a second later you started repeating, ‘Oh my God. Oh my God.’ Over and over again.

“Martin.”

“Yeah?”

“Martin.”

“Yes?” He didn’t know who was cuter, you or the cat. You looked between him and the kitten. Never had Martin seen you sit down so fast. The mattress bounced beneath you. Before reaching for the cat, you leaned over and gave Martin a sweet kiss, smiling into it before pulling away with a small “mmcht.” Then you immediately reached for the cat.

“She’s so cute. Oh my God!” It was like you’d suddenly woken up and were fully energized again. You scooped the cat up into your arms. “Oh, my God.” You couldn’t stop saying it.

“You like her?” Martin crawled closer, unable to stop smiling.

You looked at him like he’d just asked the dumbest question imaginable. He kind of had. Anyone would be crazy not to like this little cutie. “Do I like her?”

“Yeah.”

“I do, but - no, it’s because...” You pursed your lips. You didn’t know if it was because you were sleep-deprived or not, but your eyes began to water. “Martin, are you serious? This is so sweet of you.”

“M’guessing that’s a yes.” Martin smiled with his teeth, kissing the little tears from your cheeks. He even pecked the sides of your mouth as he moved your hair out of your face. “She’s a girl.”

Your fingers scratched under the cat’s chin. “She’s so cute. Oh my God.” Martin was sure you’d said that at least a thousand times already, and he’d listen to it another million times just to see that happy smile on your face again and again.

His chest felt warm. This was good. This was exactly the reaction he’d hoped for. The last few weeks haven't been easy for you. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t fix everything in your life the way he wished he could. If he had three wishes, he’d use all three on you. But life didn’t work like that. He couldn’t solve every problem for you. He couldn’t magically make everything okay. So if he couldn’t do that, then at least he could give you moments like this. Seeing you smile. Seeing your shoulders finally relax. It made every second worth it. “You’ve been sending me cat videos for like a month.”

You looked up, the glossiness in your eyes somehow making them look even prettier than they already were, at least in his opinion.

“I didn’t think you’d actually get me one.”

“Why not?”

“Girl, it’s a whole cat.”

“Girl, okay? And?” Martin shot back.

“Martin.”

“Baby, I’ve watched like a thousand cat reels from you this week.” He brushed more hair out of your face, the tips of his fingers grazing your chin. “I’ll get you anything you want or need. I don’t care what it is. I just want to see you happy.” He paused for a second. “Even if you needed to hide a dead body, I’d do it for you and take the blame.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. He was insane. If you told him how insane he sounded, he’d definitely say something like, ‘Insanely in love with you.’ Just thinking about it made you smile. How was your boyfriend just the best? He made you so happy. Your heart melted, and you leaned forward to press a few quick kisses to his lips. His thumb stroked your jaw before both of you turned your attention to the small cat, who had begun to meow.

He nodded toward the cat in your arms. “So, what are you gonna name her?”

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— ⋆˚࿔ NOT ALLOWED

・❥・you don’t know how long i could stare into your picture and wish that it was me. i guess it’s different ’cause you love him.

word count. 1.1k+

warnings. same universe as no other heart, but not canon to the timeline. jealousy, insecurity, unrequited feelings (for now), mentions of exes, love triangle, martin pining, reader being oblivious lmaoo, angst with no comfort.

summary. you’re so busy looking at someone else that you don’t notice someone’s looking at you the same way.

Butterflies don't belong to one place. They migrate, crossing miles of sky. They’re Free. Have Freedom. They leave when they need to. They stay when they want to. One of your favorite facts about butterflies is how often they're tied to love. That gold rush. The warmth in your lower belly, the way your heart squeezes for air. Butterflies.

That's exactly what you felt around James. Those annoying flutters always return when he’s around, stupid wings brushing against your ribs. 

“Hello? Are you listening?”

It’s a blessing and a curse to feel this much toward him. Because feeling this much also means you’re capable of feeling the negative parts of it, too. You wouldn’t say jealousy is the worst of negative emotions, considering it shows that you care, but it’s still something you hate feeling. I mean, who actually likes feeling that way?

“Helloooo!?”

James has been talking to his ex-girlfriend the whole party, and not once has he spoken to you. It's almost like you’re invisible. When you got dressed nice and came up to the hotel rooftop for the party the boys were hosting to celebrate how far they’ve come, you congratulated Martin first before starting to look for James. When you finally spotted him, he waved, and you immediately smiled and waved back. But as you started walking toward him, someone quickly brushed past you. It was then that you realized he wasn’t waving at you.

He was waving at Daisy.

An ex James had only recently started opening up about. It was a surprise to see her here. You wanted to ask if James had invited her, but you had a feeling the answer would hurt if he did. But then again, what other reason would she have for being here? They were standing by the drinks while you had basically been walking in circles around the rooftop. A rooftop party felt better than being inside, though. The fresh air was very much needed.

Martin clapped his hands in front of your face, snapping you out of your stare toward the two exes. “Did you hear what I said?”

“What? Sorry.”

You forced your attention back to your drink. You knew you were staring, but you couldn’t help but overthink everything. What’s worse is that even if he did invite her, it shouldn’t matter because your arrangement with Martin is weird. James knows that what you and Martin are doing is fake and only for the paparazzi, but he doesn’t like the fact that you and Martin can be affectionate in public and all that when the connection between you and James is getting stronger by the day, and he can’t even show it.

Was this his way of getting back at you? Was this his way of protesting that it doesn’t feel good to watch someone you like be with someone else the way you and Martin are with each other? But what you and Martin have is fake.

James knows that. You know that.

“See! You’re not - never mind.” Martin slumped back against the railing, debating whether or not he should throw himself over it. Maybe then your attention would finally drift away from Daisy and James.

“Oh, chill out.” You rolled your eyes, slumping down next to him. “What did you say?”

Martin smacked his lips and gave you a look, but when you gave one right back, he sighed. How could he ever deny you when you so annoyingly bat your eyelashes and purse your pretty lips, knowing he’d melt at anything you did or said? What else could a boy like him do when a pretty girl was sitting right in front of him? “I said, you look pretty today.”

James laughed at something Daisy said, and your eyes immediately snapped in his direction. You love that smile. Especially when the dimples in his cheeks show. Daisy was James’ ex-girlfriend from when he was a trainee. She had helped him through a lot, and maybe that was why you felt so scared. With what happened in your past relationship, you felt like anyone could replace you. It happened once. Who’s to say it won’t happen again? Especially with someone as gorgeous as Daisy.

Beautiful skin. Beautiful hair. Everything is beautiful. She’s gorgeous, and anyone saying otherwise is just lying.

“Just forget it.” Martin looked away from you. Are you serious? Couldn’t you look away from him for at least a minute?

“I’m sorry, okay!” you sighed, finally turning your gaze away from the two of them. “Can you blame me? What would you feel if the person you liked was talking to someone they dated, someone they shared experiences with that no one else had, and not to mention she’s also hot as fuck?”

“How would you feel if you were trying to tell someone something and they were ignoring you?”

“My problem sounds far worse than yours.” You huffed. Is he okay? Like, actually?

Martin felt like he was invisible. Every time he tried talking to you, it was like you couldn’t focus on anything other than James. It was so annoying. He missed talking to you about anything and everything. Ever since you and James had gotten closer, it felt like everything had become more about James than your friendship.

“How about this: what if you felt a way toward someone that you never thought you would, given the circumstances? And it feels good, feeling what you feel for them. They make you feel special, too. But then there’s someone else, and it feels like there could never be a chance between you and the person you feel this way toward because the other person keeps taking their attention.”

You pursed your lips. What the hell was he talking about? Though you wanted to get your mind off the two people talking closely to one another, you decided to reply. “Then there must be something that person feels toward the other one that keeps getting in the way. I mean, there has to be something about them that keeps taking their attention.”

You looked over at James.

“Some people can’t help the way they feel toward someone.”

“Hm.” Martin’s eyes traced your jawline, the slope of your nose, and your long lashes from this angle. He brought a hand up, tucking a curl away from your face and behind your earring. “I guess you’re right,” he said, though it came out more like a breathless whisper. If anyone had looked closely enough, they would’ve caught the way his pupils had blown wide, dilating with affection. If only you were looking closely. But you were too busy looking at James.

When you’re jealous, and you’re aware that you’re jealous, do you tell yourself to get over it and practically bully yourself into not feeling that way? Or do you just let yourself feel such an annoying emotion? You stare. It’s probably the most annoying trait you have.

Martin would disagree. The most annoying trait you have is your inability to see what’s right in front of you.

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NO OTHER HEART.ᐟ prologue.

series navigation. ; next chapter.

SYNOPSIS ❤︎⁠ When your girlfriend of two years cheats on you, the last person you expect to understand your heartbreak is the person she cheated on you with.

WORDS ❤︎ 3.8k+

PAIRING ❤︎ idol!martin x f!reader x idol!james.

CONTENT ❤︎ VERY HEAVY angst, fake dating, love triangles, slow burn, hurt/comfort, cheating, grief, found family, abandonment issues, reader is freshly 19, jealousy, unrequited love, mutual pining, reader uses smoking as a coping mechanism, messy relationships, reader doesn’t know what she wants (or who), self-sabotage, commitment issues, people making bad decisions, hurt people hurt people, evil bisexuals, lots of crying, heartbreak, kissing, kissing multiple people, neck kisses, slut shaming, reader likes boys & girls, eventual happy ending.

distant lover ── .✦ marvin gaye.

WHEN YOU WERE finally across the street from the hotel, your hands grew clammy around the bag you had taken from Jackie’s closet. You stared up at the gigantic building, remembering the last time you were here. Swallowing hard, you blinked repeatedly, trying to fight back the sting building behind your eyes. There were a lot of memories here, memories of an old friend. These hotels were some of the most expensive, but they had the most beautiful rooftops. The last time you looked up at this building, it was with them.

You shook your head, forcing yourself to focus. You came here for a reason.

Your jaw clenched as you crossed the street. It was almost one in the afternoon, only ten minutes away. Every step toward the hotel made your nerves worse. You kept glancing around, searching for some guy holding flowers or someone who just looked like they were waiting for someone.

There were a lot of people. This was one of Los Angeles’ busiest places, so it didn’t surprise you. The last time you came here, it had been much lonelier. It was well past midnight, and you and your friend were some of the only people roaming around. Looking back, it was probably a terrible idea. Being out in this city that late at night was dangerous, but it was a memory you kept finding yourself replaying, a memory that always left a knot in your throat.

When your eyes landed on a guy who quickly looked up from his phone, you took a long breath in. That had to be him. He said he'd be waiting outside, and everyone else was either walking by or talking to someone else. He was the only one standing alone, glancing around every few seconds. You came all the way here to confront him, which was ironic because you weren’t a confrontational person at all. In fact, you usually avoided it whenever you could.

You slowed your pace as you made your way toward him, trying hard not to look nervous. The guy instantly glanced up when he noticed you approaching. From that alone, you could tell he was very aware of his surroundings. There was still a huge distance between you and him, yet he had looked up almost immediately. It only further proved your point: this might be him.

When you were finally standing right in front of him, you had no idea what to say. How were you even supposed to start a conversation like this? There weren’t many ways to begin a conversation this weird. “Can I help you?” he asked cautiously when you just stood there. That was what threw you off. His voice sounded completely different. Though maybe phones just messed with people's voices during calls. Right? The tone was similar, but this person's English seemed less fluent than the voice you remembered hearing on the phone.

“Are you…” Wait, shit. You didn’t know his name. “Pizza Hut?” The very second the words left your mouth, you closed your eyes and pursed your lips. That was stupid. The contact name was on your girlfriend’s end so that it wouldn't have raised any suspicion if you ever found it. Obviously, how was he supposed to know that? Unless he knew about you this whole time? 

“What?” His confusion looked genuine enough to make you second-guess yourself. This was him. It had to be. Right? You definitely weren’t as sure as you had been a minute ago.

“You were waiting for Jackie, right?” you asked instead. You probably should’ve started with that in the first place.

The second her name left your lips, realization came across his face. He immediately put his hand up, snapping his fingers. “Ohhh.” His eyebrows raised before he slowly lowered his hands. “Oh.” That second oh sounded very bad. The guy stared at you for so long that you started to feel self-conscious, crossing your arms over your chest. He glanced behind him toward the hotel lobby. “Hold on,” he suddenly said, lifting a hand in front of your face in a stop signal. Before you could even respond, he pushed himself away from the wall and headed back inside the hotel.

You immediately frowned. What the hell?

Panic started creeping from your stomach up into your throat. Maybe he was warning Jackie somehow. But that wouldn’t be possible. You had blocked him so that no messages could come through while you were carrying out this plan, unless Jackie had somehow found out and unblocked him. The thought alone almost made you want to turn around and leave.

Before you could, however, the hotel doors opened again. The guy came back outside with someone else beside him. The second guy was much taller than the first. His hair was longer too, the ends tickling below his ears, almost like a mullet, or maybe it was one. You didn’t really know. The new guy looked between you and the guy beside him, confused. “James? What?”

James gestured to himself, then to you, then to the taller guy. You were starting to notice that James talked with his hands a lot. Then again, you'd only known him for all of two minutes. “She’s the one who thought I was you.”

The taller guy finally looked at you properly. “Martin. Nice to meet…” He gave a small bow before trailing off when you simply kept your gaze fixed on the ground, completely ignoring his greeting. Oh. Okay, he thought. Straightening back up, he tried not to take offense at your obvious discomfort. Instead, he asked, “How do you know Jackie?” James had already told him about you asking if he knew a girl by that name.

Last night, revenge had felt easy---march in here. Expose Jackie. Ruin everything the way she ruined you. Now that you were actually standing in front of him, things suddenly felt weird. He didn’t look smug like you'd expected. He looked confused. His lips were pulled into a small pout, and his eyebrows were only slightly furrowed. If confusion were a person, it would be him.

“How do you know Jackie?” You threw the question right back at him. You didn’t want to answer first. What if he really did know and was just playing dumb? You just wanted that last bit of confirmation before you said anything else.

He debated whether he should tell you about his personal life when he didn’t even know who you were. All James told him was that a pretty girl was looking for him. When Martin asked if it was Jackie, James said no, but you had brought up Jackie’s name. The problem was that James had no idea what you were to her.

Martin knew he probably shouldn’t trust random people. For all he knew, you could be some crazy fan who somehow found out about his girlfriend and decided to pull this crazy ass stunt. At the same time, it didn’t really feel like that. He felt like he'd know if you were a fan. The energy would be much different and less tense. With that thought in the back of his mind, he decided to answer honestly. “She’s my girlfriend.” Which was why Martin had been stressing inside the lobby in the first place. Jackie hadn't responded to a single text since yesterday. 

He really didn’t know. Which made everything worse. Because where was your anger supposed to go if the person standing in front of you had no idea what was happening? Why couldn't you just accept that Jackie was the one who caused this? Why were you still so in denial about her doing this to you when the evidence was right there? Clear as day.

“Yeah. About that.” You bit the inside of your cheek. Would he even believe you? You scratched at your scalp. “Uhm, she’s actually my girlfriend,” you said.

Have you ever gotten that look from someone like you just said the craziest thing ever, and they just stare at you, completely dumbfounded, until they finally find their voice because what you said sounds absolutely insane? That’s exactly how Martin and James are staring at you.

In complete fuckin' shock.

“What?” Both of them said at the same time.

“Jackie,” you clarified more slowly. You knew it sounded crazy. It was crazy. “She’s been my girlfriend for two years.” Well. Ex-girlfriend now. As much as you didn’t want it to be true, this was confirmation. They had met up before. They were together. Even his friend had recognized her name immediately and gone to fetch him.

“That’s not... that’s not possible. You’re a girl.” The second he saw your eyes narrow, Martin looked like he wanted to take the words back. “No, not like, not like that,” he said quickly. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I just didn’t know she also liked…” He awkwardly gestured toward you.

What the hell was that supposed to mean? “Also liked what?”

James cut in before his friend could dig himself into an even deeper hole, you think. “What he trying to say is that he don’t know she also likes girls.” You were about to correct him on his wording. You were pretty sure he meant he didn’t know she also liked girls. But decided against it. You didn’t want to come off as disrespectful, even if you were just trying to help.

“Exactly.” Martin nodded, bowing his head toward his friend in thanks. “I didn’t know she also liked girls. Or that she was cheating on me with one.” It was like the words had finally clicked. He went quiet, his lips parting as he thought for a long moment. “We started dating eight months ago.”

Eight months ago. Hearing that alone almost made you collapse right then and there. If only they knew what had happened exactly eight months ago. They'd understand why this made everything even more fucked up.

She’d been cheating on you for eight months. Probably longer. He said that was when they started dating, not when they first met or started talking. You were so angry with Jackie in that moment that if this were a cartoon, you were convinced steam would be shooting out of your ears right now. Eight months of lying. Eight months of Jackie kissing you goodbye, then texting him. Eight months of Jackie wiping away your tears while being with someone else. Eight months of “I love you” meaning absolutely nothing. Eight months of pretending. You looked away before the water building in your eyes could spill over.

You hate Jackie. You hate Jackie. You hate Jackie.

You were starting to hate yourself more because of how guilty you suddenly felt. Martin looked genuinely blindsided. He wasn’t the smug asshole who knowingly helped someone cheat, the way you had pictured in your head. He looked the same way you had when you found out. Just like you didn’t know she was cheating on you with him, he didn’t know she was cheating on him with you.

❤︎ A DAY EARLIER ❤︎

“THIS IS CUTE. Where did you get this?” you ask, holding up an orange hoodie with cool flower designs going down the sleeves.

Jackie looked away from her vanity. She’d been doing her eyeliner when her pretty hazel eyes widened the second she saw the hoodie in your hands. “Don’t wear that.” You’d never seen her move so fast before. She snatched it from your hands before you could even react. “It’s dirty.” She tossed it into the laundry basket without another glance.

You narrowed your eyes at the back of her head. If it was dirty, then why had it been hanging up in her closet on a hanger? “Are you sure?”

Jackie turned back to you with a sweet smile, pressing a quick peck to your lips before returning to her vanity like nothing. She really did know how to make a girl swoon. You let out a breathy sigh before going back into the closet (no pun intended) to keep searching for something to wear later.

You’ve been staying at your girlfriend’s house for two weeks now, and you’re starting to run out of clothes. Which has led you to practically turn her closet upside down, trying to find something decent to wear today. Her parents are finally coming home from a business trip, and you’re nervous to meet them for the first time. But since Jackie still isn’t out to them, they just think a friend has been staying over.

It still felt strange to wrap your head around the fact that you and Jackie had been together for two years, yet you’d never stayed or been to her house until two weeks ago. You’d been living in a group home since you were seventeen. It was for troubled teens, which said enough on its own. You met Jackie later that year at a park, and while you’d always known you liked both boys and girls, Jackie made you feel free in a way no one else ever had. Freedom was something you’d spent your whole life chasing, and she was the closest thing to it.

Now you’re freshly nineteen. The group home celebrated by making you take out the trash before you decided to run away to your girlfriend’s house. Some birthday, right? But Jackie always knew how to make you feel better. She bought you a red velvet cake with "Happy Birthday" written in white frosting and made you a fat sandwich. It was delicious. In all honesty, it was the best birthday you’d ever had.

Funny how the smallest gestures can feel so big when someone’s world has always felt so small. It was the thought that made you feel so loved and seen. Jackie makes you feel so loved and seen.

She got you through the hardest parts of your life. You couldn’t be more grateful to have her in your confusing world. It’s like carrying around your favorite bracelet that someone you love gave you, clutching it whenever you feel nervous or sad. To strangers, it’s just a bracelet, but to you, it means everything because of who it came from. That was what Jackie’s love felt like. She handed you her heart, and you handed her yours right back, tied together because of it. 

Whenever you don’t feel good, you reach for her. 

You grimaced at your own thoughts. Moments like this always made you feel so sappy, but you guessed that’s what being in love does to a person. It makes everything feel all lovey-dovey.

“Oh my god, is she serious?” Jackie’s delicate voice was overshadowed by frustration. Her thin brows furrowed as she stared down at her phone. “My mom asked me to go to the store for nail clippers. She’s already on the road, why can’t she just stop by somewhere?” The last few words were mumbled under her breath while she aggressively typed out a response. You couldn’t help but smile at her frustration. Her nose always scrunched up whenever she got annoyed, and it was a sight you caught yourself looking for whenever the two of you argued. 

“Ugh.” Jackie got up from her vanity, setting her phone down. It was plugged into the charger, though Jackie never cared about things like that. She’d still use her phone even if the screen was split in half. “I’m just gonna go to the corner store really fast. Want anything?” she applied some more lip gloss, turning to look over at you.

You’d been walking back and forth between her closet and the bed, and so far, you’d only found a cool shirt and a pair of pants. None of it was really what you were looking for. “No, it’s okay. I’m waiting until your parents get here.” They told Jackie they wanted to cook a big meal since they’d spent most of their business trip eating out.

“Okay.” Jackie walked over to you and pressed a kiss to your lips. “I’ll be back.”

“Mhm,” you mumbled into the kiss. When she pulled away, you instinctively followed after her lips for more before she laughed and pushed your face to the side.

When she walked out of the room, you stared after her in a complete daze. If anyone could see how in love you were right now, they’d probably be disgusted by the dreamy look on your face as you watched your pretty girlfriend leave. Her door was right beside her vanity, which made your eyes immediately land on her phone still plugged into the charger.

Oh fuck, she forgot it.

“Wait! Babe -” You grabbed her phone and unplugged it, already about to run after her because you knew the second Jackie reached for her pocket and felt nothing there, her heart would drop.

The timing had to be terrible, or perfect, because her phone suddenly started vibrating in your hand.

It could’ve been a spam call, or maybe her mom calling. That’s what you assumed at first. But your confusion only grew when the name ‘Pizza Hut’ came across the screen. Why the hell would Pizza Hut be calling her? Especially since her parents just told her they were cooking a huge meal when they get home. No way she was that hungry and ordered pizza.

You stared at the contact name until the call disappeared and went to voicemail. The second it ended, two text message came through. You quickly typed in the password Jackie always used on her phone.

It was Wrong. You tried again. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. When the phone locked you out for a minute after a few other tries, the realization hit you.

She changed her passcode.

It didn’t take you long until you finally figured it out. Once the minute was up, you typed in the date she got her cat, and the phone unlocked. Her apps stared back at you. You didn’t want to snoop, you really didn’t. But why would ‘Pizza Hut’ call her, let it go to voicemail, and then send two texts right after? Your stomach squeezed with anxiety as you opened her messages and clicked on the contact.

Pizza Hut: HEY BABYY I wanted to call you but you didn’t pick up so ima guess you busy :( just landed in LA and wanna see youuuuuu, imy 

Pizza Hut: Text me back when you can

You wished more than anything that it was just the wrong number, or that Pizza Hut had somehow actually contacted her.

But the second you opened the messages, your heart dropped. The text bubbles went on and on. You scrolled and scrolled, only to find more hearts, more I love yous, more good mornings, more good nights.

Your chest started to feel heavy, and you bit the inside of your cheek hard, trying to distract yourself from the pain spreading through your heart. The same heart you had trusted Jackie with completely. Reading the messages made it obvious.

She’s dating this person.

The contact name suddenly made you feel stupid. Of course, Pizza Hut wasn’t actually calling her. But even now, staring at all the messages in front of you, you still didn’t want to believe Jackie could be talking to someone else behind your back. She wasn’t a cheater.

Was she? Yes. Catching yourself still trying to defend her, still trying to convince yourself she wouldn’t do this, only made you want to hug yourself and disappear.

Maybe it was the adrenaline from the heartbreak, if that was even a real thing, but before you could overthink, you pressed the contact and called them back. It only rang twice before the call was picked up. Your heart was painfully slamming against your chest, and your hands turned clammy as you put the phone on speaker.

“Hello? Babe? Did you get my message?” Fuck. She really was cheating on you. You took a shaky breath, squeezing your eyes shut as you chewed harshly on the inside of your cheek, trying to stop the water from building behind your eyes. The voice on the other end was a guy’s. You knew Jackie liked both boys and girls, just like you did, but you never thought she’d be dating both at the same time.

You quickly ended the call. What was there to even say? You were so angry, you would’ve probably just stutter over your words and choke on your own tears.

You had to confront her. The second Jackie walked back through that door, one part of you wanted to scream at her until you lost your voice. You wanted to yell at her for disrespecting you like this, for making you look stupid while you sat there loving her with your whole heart.

But the other part that felt so angry and so deeply hurt wanted revenge. You stared blankly at the wall, your mind racing as you tried to figure out what to do. Or maybe you should just slam your head against it until someone finally drags you to a hospital. At least then you’d have somewhere to stay with people who didn’t pretend to care about you.

Maybe you read the messages wrong. Maybe they were just friends. But they couldn’t be. The things they said to each other were the same things you and Jackie said. The things only couples say. Your chest ached all over again, and your throat started tightening the same way it had when you first realized.

You debated with yourself for a moment before pulling your phone out of your jeans pocket. On the rare occasions your mom came to visit you at the group home, she’d bought you a phone. You barely used it since it didn’t have service or a working line, but it could still take pictures and call 911, so it was good enough. The “job” you had at a laundry place barely paid enough for anything else anyway, so you never bothered wasting money on a phone plan.

You opened your camera app and started taking pictures of the messages before an idea slowly crept into your head. He said he’d just landed in LA. Which meant he’d only gotten here recently. Now your mind was racing, wondering how long Jackie had been cheating on you and how many times this asshole had flown out to see her. Did he even know she had a girlfriend?

Jackie: Sorry, my phone's being weird. I miss you too. Let's hang out tmr 🙈🙉

It was straightforward and stupid, but you didn’t care. It was all part of your plan.

Pizza Hut: YES YES alright, the hotel we staying in is ****** ******* *** ** come at around 1pm less traffic

Pizza Hut: I’ll be waiting outside for you my amazing sweet girlfriend 😍 oh and pleaseee give me back my orange hoodie with the flowers on the sleeves it was my favorite 

Okay, first of all, you knew she was acting weird about the orange hoodie. And second, you really wanted to know who the we was, but decided not to ask. You took more pictures of the messages on your phone. After that, you deleted the last few texts from Jackie’s side of the conversation and blocked him so nothing else would come through.

You weren’t about to let Jackie walk all over you, and you definitely weren’t going to take that form of disrespect.

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NO OTHER HEART.ᐟ a series.

❝ come on give this lover boy a try I'll put the sparkle right back in your eyes ❞ — mac demarco.

PAIRING ❤︎ idol!martin x f!reader x idol!james.

CONTENT ❤︎ VERY HEAVY angst, fake dating, love triangles, slow burn, hurt/comfort, cheating, grief, found family, abandonment issues, reader is freshly 19, jealousy, unrequited love, mutual pining, reader uses smoking as a coping mechanism, messy relationships, reader doesn’t know what she wants (or who), self-sabotage, commitment issues, people making bad decisions, hurt people hurt people, evil bisexuals, lots of crying, heartbreak, kissing, kissing multiple people, neck kisses, slut shaming, reader likes boys & girls, eventual happy ending.

SYNOPSIS ❤︎ When your girlfriend of two years cheats on you, the last person you expect to understand your heartbreak is the person she cheated on you with. Martin Edwards never knew you existed, and you never knew he did. When two people are equally hurt by the same person, the only logical explanation for them getting close is revenge. So obviously, pretending to date in front of paparazzi seemed like the perfect plan.

Or what was supposed to be the perfect plan.

How long do you think this fake dating thing is going to last before Martin realizes his feelings are becoming real? How long would he live with the fact that he was falling for his ex-girlfriend’s ex-girlfriend? Maybe, perhaps, until it was too late. Until he had to stand there and watch James sweep you off your feet and gain your attention with nothing more than a dimpled smile. Until he saw the two of you getting closer and closer. Until he saw you and James kissing.

Funny how you always said people left you, but the one person willing to stay is the one you're willing to walk away from. You just loved being loved, as long as it didn’t become real for you ever again.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PROLOGUE 𖦹 ̊ CHAPTER ONE 𖦹 ̊ CHAPTER TWO 𖦹 ̊

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you don’t know how long i could stare into your picture and wish that it was me.