𓏲ּ𝄢… 2000s PUNK BAND BF MARTIN EDWARDS 𝔁 2000s POP STAR READER # ─── headcanons (yall this is lowkey a long one)
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who was the bane of your existence at first. you couldn’t stand the guy and the feeling was mutual on his end, kinda. (you know the saying, if a boy teases you that means he likes you?)
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who made a shady comment about you in an mtv interview for cortis something along the lines of…
─── martin slouched deeper into his chair, fingers idly messing with the studs on his wristband like he couldn’t care less about the camera shoved in his face.
“I mean, we make actual music,” he said, voice lazy, almost bored. “not some track about ‘oops, I broke another guy’s heart’ while dancing in pink in front of a camera.”
the interviewer’s grin sharpened instantly, you could practically hear the headline writing itself. he leaned in, elbows on his knees. that sounded a lot like a song that was number one on the charts right now. “so you’re saying yn’s music doesn’t mean anything?”
martin glanced off to the side like the question wasn’t even worth a full answer, giving a half shrug.
“I mean… at least she’s hot though.” james’ elbow slammed into his ribs without hesitation.
martin let out a short breathy laugh, rubbing his side, but he didn’t take it back, if anything, the corner of his mouth tilted up like he knew exactly what he’d just done.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who watched the headlines on magazines go wild and then watched you respond to them.
♱ 2000s pop star gf reader who was asked about martin in a talk show not soon after the cortis mtv interview was released.
───“so y/n,” the interviewer starts, eyes locked on you and you already know where this is going.
you sigh, but your smile doesn’t drop, bright, effortless, the kind that keeps the crowd hanging on.
your fingers hook under your rhinestone belt, adjusting it against your low rise jeans like it’s second nature. the audience instantly erupts.
“I know what you’re about to ask me,” you say, tilting your head, lips glossed and shining under the lights.
the interviewer leans in, playing it up. “oh, you do?”
“I do,” you laugh, pressing your lips together for a second before continuing. “and all I’m gonna say is… I don’t think screaming curse words into a mic and calling it a song is that meaningful either. but hey ” you shrug lightly,
“well, girls, you heard it here!” the interviewer shouts over the noise, barely able to contain his grin as the screams swallow the rest of the moment.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who can’t help the grin that makes its way to his face when keonho shoves his heavy laptop in his face pressing play of the video from you’re interview
“she wants me so bad it’s obvious.”
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who can’t help but grin wider remembering that a certain pretty pop star is going to be announcing best rock video at the mtv awards (since mtv doesn’t know how to separate genres cortis was nominated) …. oh what a coincidence
─── claps and screams ripple through the venue as you step onto the stage, cue cards in hand. your bedazzled denim skirt catches every flash of light, the dior top shimmering as the camera cuts in close.
you flash that signature smile, the one everyone recognizes instantly.
“tonight’s the night where every genre gets its flowers,” you start, voice smooth, practiced. “so of course… we have to give it up for rock. one of the pillars of music as a whole.”
you nod, letting the noise settle just enough. “we’ve got some incredible nominees for best rock music video tonight, hoobastank.”
“and…” you pause, dragging it out just enough to tease. your glossed lips press together as you glance down at your nails, then back up the room immediately catching on, laughter and screams mixing together.
“right, right… and cortis.”
the camera cuts to the band. martin’s already nodding, a smug tilt to his mouth, while juhoon shakes his head beside him.
back to you. you finally look down at the card, dramatic as ever. “and the mtv award for best rock music video goes to…”
you barely last a second before breaking.
“wow, cortis what you want! what a shock.”you grin, tongue briefly running over your teeth as applause crashes through the venue.
the camera swings back to the band as they shoot to their feet, all pride and adrenaline, making their way to the stage.
martin reaches you first. he looks down at you, that same knowing smirk tugging at his lips.
you meet his eyes for a split second, unreadable, before handing him the award which he takes easily, but not without sliding an arm around your waist in a casual side hug.
the crowd absolutely loses it.
you step back as the rest of the band crowds the mic, their voices overlapping in a mess of excitement until it settles on martin.
“yeah, uh, thanks to mtv,” he starts, pushing his hair back, still half grinning. “we put a stupid amount of work into this. hours in studios, on set… so it actually means something to walk away with this.”
he pauses, glancing off to the side right where you’re standing. “and, uh…”
“I heard there’s a pretty high chance y/n’s taking best pop album tonight,” he adds, voice dipping just enough to feel pointed. “so… I’ll see you at the afterparty, princess.”
the crowd screams louder than before and the camera cuts to you.
the smile you were suppressing was just as you press your tongue against the inside of your cheek, giving a short, almost dismissive nod as you look off to the side
back on martin, his brow lifts slightly, like he’s waiting for something more or maybe just enjoying the fact that he got under your skin anyway.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who played with the camera all night anytime you were the topic of discussion throughout the rest of the show, you’re performance? he’s giving the camera a thumbs up, when you won best pop album? he’s blowing a kiss to the camera.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who kept his word when he said he’ll see you at the after party, making his way towards you as you talk to one of your producer friends ignoring james who tried to stop him.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who dabs up your friend before whispering something in his ear causing your friend to nod his head and walk away while you look at him in disbelief.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who’s eating up the attitude you give to him as he trolls and try’s to start a conversation with you, he loves that he gets on your nerves.
the afterparty is loud, bass heavy, flashing lights, bodies packed too close, the kind of room where everything feels a little too electric.
you’re sunk into one of the velvet couches, legs crossed, drink in hand, half listening to your producer talk in your ear.
you don’t even have to turn your head.
martin slides in beside you like he belongs there, like he wasn’t just being physically held back five minutes ago. james lingers somewhere behind him, already giving up.
before you can say anything, martin leans forward, dapping your friend up like they go way back. he bends slightly, murmuring something low enough that you can’t catch it.
but whatever it is, your friend’s expression shifts instantly. a quick nod. a muttered “yeah, yeah,” before he’s standing up and leaving.
you blink after him. “are you serious right now?”
martin just shrugs, settling back like he didn’t just clear the space around you on purpose. “what? he looked busy.”
“he was talking to me, that doesn’t even make sense.”
you scoff, turning your body away from him, which only seems to amuse him more.
the music swells louder, pulsing through the speakers, and martin leans back into the couch like he’s getting comfortable, too comfortable.
his arm stretches along the back of the couch behind you, fingers brushing just close enough to your shoulder to be intentional without actually touching. then the other follows, boxing you in without asking, without even looking like he’s trying, like it’s nothing.
“you always this annoying?” you mutter, eyes fixed ahead, taking a sip of your drink just to avoid looking at him.
martin lets out a quiet laugh beside you, low and satisfied.
you roll your eyes, shifting slightly, and his hand shifts with you, still resting right behind you like he’s not planning on moving anytime soon.
“don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
“nah.” he tilts his head, finally looking at you properly, that same smug expression from earlier still sitting on his face. “this is way more interesting.”
you glance at him then, just for a second sharp, unimpressed and it only makes his grin widen.
you scoff softly, looking away again, but there’s the faintest twitch at the corner of your lips now. “you’re really obnoxious.”
“obnoxious?” he leans in just a little, voice dipping so it cuts through the music straight to you. “and yet you haven’t gotten up.”
you pause, just for a second, before taking another sip of your drink. “maybe i’m just being polite.”
martin hums, unconvinced, his fingers tapping lightly against the back of the couch just behind your shoulder.
“nah,” he says quietly. “you like it.”
you turn your head then, finally facing him fully, brows lifting. “you’re delusional.”
his eyes flick down to your lips for a split second before meeting your gaze again.
the beat drops louder around you, the crowd surging, but neither of you move.
you hold his gaze a second too long before breaking it, shaking your head like you’re done entertaining him but you don’t shift away.
and martin notices that too.
DID YN AND MARTIN FROM CORTIS KISS AT THE MTV MUISC AWARDS AFTER PARTY?!
the mtv awards may be over, but the drama is just getting started.
insiders are buzzing after multiple sources claimed that pop princess yn and cortis frontman martin, yes, those two, were seen together for most of the night at the official after party.
according to partygoers, what started as a tense conversation on a velvet couch quickly turned into something… a lot more interesting.
“they were talking for a long time,” one insider revealed. “at first it looked like they were arguing , you know, with their history, but then it kinda shifted. like, they were way closer than just talking.”
another source backed it up, saying the pair were “basically inseparable” as the night went on, with martin reportedly “not leaving her side once he found her.”
but here’s where things get messy.
multiple attendees are claiming that later in the night, the two were spotted sharing a kiss before slipping out of the party together.
“it wasn’t just a quick thing either,” one witness said. “it was like… they didn’t even care who saw.”
neither yn nor martin has addressed the rumours yet but fans are already spiraling online, especially after their very public back and forth earlier that night on stage.
from shady interviews to flirtatious award show moments… and now this?
is this just rivalry turned chaos, or is the music industry looking at its newest unexpected power couple?
one thing’s for sure if this is real, nobody saw it coming.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who read the headline beside you in his studio with a bright smile on his face while you glared at him. “oh come on, at least they didn’t get a photo of us.”
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who couldn’t stop the sentence of “I knew you wanted me,” when you agreed to go on a date with him.
“as if you didn’t diss me just to get my attention.”
“you’re so cute when you call me out on my bullshit.”
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who didn’t confirm his relationship to you to any tabloids and neither did you, just letting the paparazzis and obvious moments speak for themselves.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin was now constantly seen on sets for your music videos at all times.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who loved showing the guys photos that the paparazzi took of you and him anytime you went out, “don’t we look so good together?” “dude, this is your fifth time showing us this photo.”
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who bought you guys matching tiffany and co bracelets that you both never take off (not for music videos, not for red carpets, not for photoshoots, the bracelets STAY on)
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who got a tattoo of your first name initial on his pointer finger and showed it off while doing a “shhh” motion to the paparazzi camera.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who was over the moon when you both got sat beside each other at a fashion show, casually putting his arm around the back of your chair while whispering in your ear while models walk by.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who now had thousands of demos and songs written about you (he’s in loveee).
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who always mentions you on red carpet interviews “well, my girl is performing tonight so I’m looking forward to that.”
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who had a cameo in your new music video and talked about it more than his bands own grammy nomination, he even talked about your grammy nomination more. (he found it so romantic that both of you got a grammy nomination)
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who cheered the loudest when you won your first grammy, you were on the other side of the room but all he wanted to do was run over and congratulate you.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who couldn’t contain himself when it was his turn to win and just like that night at the after party james couldn’t stop him from running over to your side of the room and giving you a big hug, lifting you up and pressing a kiss on your cheek before the boys grabbed his arm and dragged him on stage to accept their award.
♱ 2000s punk band bf martin who just really loves his pop star girlfriend.
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