( #SNEAK DISSERS? THATS THAT SHI I DONT LIKE ) PART ONE ──── when your ex's girlfriend is getting too comfortable sneak dissing you on public platforms, you and your bsf decide to take matters into your own hands
# MARTIN EDWARDS × FEM!READER ( fluff & humor ) &&. EX!JUHOON JUHOON'S UNNAMED GF BSF!WONHEE ACADEMIC!AU (implied college solely because wonhee lives in a dorm) reader tutors martin !!! martin & juhoon's current gf have a link 🤫 but I can't spoil that read the fic to find out
( 𝓀aikai. ) PART TWO SOON ^•^ title a reference to the chief keef song lolll umm 😴 HIIIIIIII HELLOOOOO BOYSSS WHO MISSED MEEEEEE wow how long has it been since I uploaded a fic 😭😭 I'm still in the week before my finals start but I had an INSANE rush of inspo and you know how I am 😹😹 this is my last chance to post a fic while I'm still 19 so 😭 I wanted to make a special drop since my bday soon, I've been hella mia AND I missed you guys so much 😭 please catch me up y'all how have you guys been? I hope this is funny and I haven't lost my charm 😭😭😭
The translated lyrics for Blue Lips dropped and yk big papa had to analyse!!
BEFORE I START!! THIS IS MY OPINION!! AND IT MIGHT CHANGE IN THE NEAR FUTURE
Intro:
"Saw you swimming in a pool
Thought we were going out for dinner
Make me fall into your pool
Make me trip, make me a fool"
im not really sure about this at the moment so this part might change BUT!
"saw you in the pool" you as in core
and i go more into later on but the "pool" and "being cold" i think symbolizes being alone/lonely and ageing
so they saw us being alone or bored "thought we were going out for dinner" they thought that we were content with other groups
“Make me fall into your pool, make me trip, make me a fool”
Maybe how much humiliation they had to go through? Or what I also talk more about later but maybe the embarrassing child like mistakes they did as trainees
(again im not really sure about this)
verse:
"Yeah, talking to the moon
Dreams feel elusive, but what else do we got?
This is what we choose
The bitter and sweet of it both intertwine"
talking to the moon made me think of bruno mars 2010 song "talking to the moon" and that song is about feeling lonely and missing someone
i feel like its similar for cortis BUT
instead of missing someone else, i think they mean they are going to miss who they are when they're older.
"this is what we choose, The bitter and sweet of it both intertwine"
yeah they did choose the idol life but maybe it wasn't what they expected and they just have to learn to live with the good and the bad.
"Shining through the gloom
Nothing else to say, still racing life's clock
Wanna change the views"
again they keep choosing to look on the bright side of things even though it's harder than they expected.
they wanted to change the kpop industry while being young but its harder than they expected.
my favourite Lyrics are 10000%
"I need something else and a new "why"
Blue flame getting put out
These days getting too tired
Inner child tryna sneak out
Choosing to fly cause he can't hide"
god it just reminds me of when Keonho's mom said "I pushed you into the world too soon"
i think what they mean by a new why is that the original reason for why the became idols isn't enough anymore to drive them or that its no good enough reason to do what they do.
"Blue flame getting put out, These days getting too tired"
is their motivation. they are getting burned out / tired from how hard the idol life is, because im sure they didn't expect to become so big so quickly, as seen in the Debut day video on their youtube.
but because they became so big and so loved so quickly they probably have to move faster than they trained / excepted / wanted.
"Inner child tryna sneak out"
omg im trying not to cry while writing this, cause all i can think about is their parents and sisters. how they must be so worried for them. again what keonhos mom said.
cause the were young. too young. martin has been a trainee since he was 11.
for me, thats the most vulnerable and important time of your childhood, its the time were you learn and discover and make mistakes. the last few years before becoming a real teenager, which is a whole other convo.
"Choosing to fly cause he can't hide"
children make embarrassing mistakes and usually they can hide and reflect or run to someone trusted with that mistake and fix it
but since they've been out the house since what? 11, 12, 13, 14? and not to even mention james with the whole leaving ur home country ALONE.
they probably don't have the strongest relationships with their families because they just didn't have the time or the energy to.
so they force themselves to move on / run away from mistakes instead of reflecting on them, cause they probably don't know who to.
and i honestly get why their parents baby them so much (seen in the Going home on their youtube) sure cortis see themselves as grown, but their parents / siblings are robbed from the experience of seeing them grow too.
"Every day, fighting for peace signs
Roll with the waves like a seaside
Chasing magic, but my feet tired
Get to the end and hit rewind"
"chasing the magic but my feet tired" is what i was talking about before, they are happy but they are running / working harder that they ran / should. they are just pushing themselves to get to the end so they can get a break just to be able to hit rewind
"Every day, fighting for peace signs
Roll with the waves like a seaside"
maybe they fought a lot as trainees for their individuality but they were forced in to the idol/trainee box / forced to go with the unatural flow?
outro:
"We've been in here way too long" they've been trainees for way too long or they've been alone for too long
"I've been feelin' way too cold" again they've been alone for too long
"Can we stay in here lil bit more?
Out of the pool, I know you'll be gone"
they know one of their appeals as a group is that they are young but everyone is a victim to ageing, "out the pool" or when they are older they know that the young creator crew title will no longer be theirs and their scared that when it happens we as core will be gone, cause everyone moves on eventually. that's just human nature.
"Can we stay in here lil bit more?
With me, with me, with me"
they want us to stay with them cause theyve been cold = alone for too long
so what i think they are mean is:
they know that once they get out the pool = they're not young anymore and too burned out from their career and start to move slower, (as in it takes them longer to make music) people will lose interest in them cause they are not what they used to be / they lost that young creator crew appeal to them.
so they are asking us to at least stay with them for now. while their young and moving fast.
cause they were cold for so long = alone for so long
but now we as core are in the pool with them
Chorus:
my blue lips.
they are turning blue from the cold = being alone
some studies show that when your too stressed or too burned out for a long period of time, your nervous system has a harder time working.
i read a wellness article once said that going on a long hike when you've been stressed or burned out can actually cause more harm than good, because you're overworking your already overworked body and nervous system.
And it’s especially dumb when it’s cold cause a human body works slower in the cold to save energy but if your already burned out and stressed your just gonna get colder and colder cause all the blood is at the important organs trying to keep them alive
Causing blue lips.
God I love them so much, they are too talented for their own good.
This was my take on blue lips by Cortis!!
Go stream GREENGREEN rn!! And if you want more songs let me know!!
And please let me know what you think the lyrics mean!!!
If your confused, have any questions or just want me to explain myself more LET ME KNOW CAUSE I WOULD LIVE TOO!!
ᝰ.ᐟ content info: crack!fic, platonic x reader, this was written w reader being born around like 2007?, keonho’s a hater, death jokes, swearing, cortis d1 man-hater, this can be interpreted as a non-idol au imo
ᝰ.ᐟ koko’s words: i’ve been up for 17 hours so im super exhausted which means im too lazy to make this have pretty colors but anyways i came up with this on the whim don’t take any of this seriously at all
also i was gonna base off some jokes from my own gc but idk how well that would work…
hi!!!! coming back because i just saw a really concerning post!!!! this user @/hungrilymercilessghoul is posting smut of the 09z in cortis.
this is so disgusting on so many levels, seonghyeon is a minor. writing any sexual content of him IS illegal, it’s literally child pornography (doesn’t matter if you are a minor aswell = it still is sexual content of someone who is not legal age).
besides that fact, it is just incredibly disgusting. i’m going to mention something i said in an earlier post on this ↓
idols aren't objects to be used for weirdos sexual fantasies. anyone saying "you can just ignore" / "just scroll" is apart of the problem. releasing and giving access for sexual content of minors or people who are barely legal is giving an outlet for pedos or people with bad intentions, and it makes you apart of the problem. all this content is in a space where minors (a majority of cortis's fanbase are incredibly young) will be exposed to that sort of content. it's inappropriate.
please report, block, and do not engage with anyone making this content! to anyone consuming / providing this content, seriously get a job!!! you’re disgusting!!! and if you can’t get a job, get offline cause you’re probably too young to be on here anyways.
𑣲 syn. an old voice-recording, a quiet dorm and a boyfriend who misses you far too much. contains. sfw, fluff, gn!reader x idol!keonho. wordcount. 0.5k
it wasn't even a particularly important recording.
keonho had hundreds of videos on his phone. practice clips, unfinished song ideas, random pictures the members took when they stole his phone. somewhere in the middle of all that was a screen recording from almost eight months ago.
he'd only found it again by accident.
now he listened to it more often than he'd ever admit.
especially on nights like this.
the dorm was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. everyone else had gone to bed hours ago, but he was still awake, sitting cross-legged on his mattress with his headphones on and his phone balanced against his knee.
he hadn't seen you properly in almost three weeks.
there had been messages, of course. quick calls squeezed between schedules. a few sleepy facetime conversations that lasted barely ten minutes before one of you passed out.
but it wasn't the same.
his thumb hovered over the file for a second before pressing play.
your voice filled his ears immediately.
"i love you."
he smiled before he could stop himself.
the recording crackled slightly.
"say it again."
"keonho."
"say it again."
there was a pause, followed by your laugh.
"i love you."
"again."
"you're so annoying."
"again."
he could practically picture the expression you must've had. the eye roll. the smile you always tried to hide when he got clingy.
"i love you."
"one more time."
"keonho."
"please."
your sigh was dramatic.
"i love you."
his chest squeezed.
the recording continued.
"do you know you're impossible?"
"mhm."
"and spoiled."
"mhm."
"and ridiculously needy."
"mhm."
you laughed.
"why are you agreeing with everything?"
"because you're still talking."
another burst of laughter.
even now, months later, it made him smile.
the next part was his favorite.
there was rustling on your end before your voice softened.
"...baby."
he immediately buried his face in one hand.
even hearing it now made him stupidly happy.
recording-keonho sounded exactly as pleased as he remembered.
"say that again."
"absolutely not."
"please."
"no."
"baby."
"that's not how this works."
"baby."
"keonho."
"baby."
you were laughing so hard by then that half your words came out broken.
"you're actually ridiculous."
"say it again."
"goodnight."
"say it first."
"you already heard it."
"again."
a groan.
then, softer this time:
"i love you, baby."
silence.
for a moment he just stared at the screen.
three weeks.
three whole weeks since he'd properly seen you.
the recording sat frozen on the last frame.
00:43.
forty-three seconds.
that was all it was.
forty-three seconds of your voice, your laughter, you calling him needy and impossible before telling him you loved him anyway.
his thumb hovered over the screen.
then pressed play again.
"i love you."
a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
the ache in his chest didn't disappear.
but for the next forty-three seconds, he could almost pretend you were right there.
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O1. kwon ohyul
there is something about mornings with ohyul that isn't easy to put into words.
maybe it's about how protected you feel when his arm is holding you in place, as if he were afraid that you'd leave in his sleep. no harm or danger in this world can reach you when his grip is so gentle, so warm, so needy.
or maybe it's about the unmeasurable amounts of love in your chest when his fingers start running through the sensitive skin of your arms—just how you like to be woken up.
life becomes easier when you two melt into each other. worries feel lighter and the pain that comes with growing up fades away: the sunlight filtering through the curtains of your room, the birds chirping, and your boyfriend opening his eyes at the same time you do.
there’s a whole mechanism to make sure that always happens; it’s not just a romantic coincidence, it’s a formula. ohyul doesn't just wake up or wake you up out of nowhere—he moves. he tosses and turns, makes these tiny little sounds, accidentally "uncovers" you, pulls you into a tighter hug… until you're both sure the other isn't in the middle of some deep sleep phase anymore.
and there’s comfort in that, too. in the weight of the blanket covering both of you, in the way his body is always warmer, acting like an extra layer of protection. it’s in the little kisses he gives your shoulders, your back, and your ears before you’re even fully awake—since he always seems to brighten up faster than you do. it’s in the muffled, incomprehensible praises he mumbles with his very first breath of the day.
"morning," he muttered, voice raspy and low, his thumb reaching for your cheek to caress it.
you weren't quite sure what time it was. what you definitely knew was that you still wanted to sleep, at least for a little longer. but ohyul wasn't a late sleeper; he'd squeeze the best out of every single one of his mornings and drag you with him because «it's healthier than rotting in bed.»
and if he came to you like this—brushing his hands all over your face, detangling your hair, pecking your nose… how could you not let him be and be with him?
"five more minutes," you begged, rotating to your other side, your back now facing him, eyelids dropping again.
"c'mon," he giggled, now spooning you. his body fit perfectly against yours, his leg wrapping around your waist just to annoy you. "wanna have breakfast in that fancy spot you saw on instagram last night?" he whispered to your ear.
that was unfair. he knew it always worked on you, just like offering a treat to a kid would.
"i'm listening," you replied, squeezing one eye open, turning your head just enough to see his face.
he kissed your shoulder at that, smiling against your skin. with no rush in his movements, he hooked his arm around you and pulled you toward him, making you land on your back. he hovered over you, his gaze soft before his lips met yours passionately.
the kiss was messy and slow, as always: mornings were the time of your lives.
your synchronized mouths were just slightly open, your breaths still heavy and tasting of sleep. yet, there wasn't a trace of disgust or hesitation in the slow, steady, grounding way his tongue rhythmically played against your lower lip.
his hand found its way to your hip just as your fingers caught the hair at the back of his head, pulling him closer, trying to bridge the tiny gap for a hug.
that intimacy was what made your relationship so special. the cutesy, the innocence, the purity. the peace of two souls madly in love with each other.
"this is all i ever wished for," he said, breaking the kiss, not being able to take his eyes off you.
"us kissing without brushing our teeth?"
"waking up next to you, asshole," one last peck on your lips before getting comfortable at the crook of your neck, his head resting on your arm. "couldn't get the idea out of my head since i imagined it for the first time."
"and when exactly was that?"
his hand, that was tracing circles on your stomach, stopped. just as he swears his heart did.
he dead stared at you in silence, the weight of the question sinking in.
"i…" he cleared his throat, trying to recall. "we were just friends. you crashed at my place because it was the nearest place and it was raining too bad outside. i opened the door to a stray puppy," he cackled, the memory hitting him just right. "you were dripping wet from head to toe, your hair all frizzed, your eyeliner all over your face. i had to lend you a towel and clothes, and then your phone wouldn't turn on…"
"and i asked you for a bowl of rice because i thought it would come to life again that way," you added, reminiscing so neat it felt like it was yesterday and not a year ago.
"yes, and you were laughing and joking about the whole thing, explaining why you didn't have an umbrella with you in the first place and even tossing your clothes into my dryer without asking, while i was still mopping up the floor you ruined."
"… is that it?"
"that was the day i thought to myself that this beautiful chaos was all i needed," he shrugged, his hand resuming its circling on your tummy once again.
"you fell in love with me at my worst-looking moment? even though i was a mess?"
"i fell in love with that mess," he clarified, his eyes getting a little watery. "with the rawest version of you, because i knew it was the one i'd wanna wake up to for the rest of my life."
O2. kim ryul
there's nothing worse than spending hours stirring food in a pot, chopping vegetables, and adjusting the heat, only to discover in the last taste before serving that maybe you added more salt than required.
and that's what happened that night.
ryul and you agreed to cook together and watch a movie, but as always, 'cooking together' translates into cooking by yourself while he yaps sitting at the table, either playing minecraft or just staring at you, complaining about how woojin and louis annoyed the shit out of him at the dorm.
the kitchen was a complete mess. wheat flour was scattered all over the counter, and the balloon whisk was dripping right onto where the onion scraps rested on the cutting board instead of in the trash. but the kitchen would just have to wait until you could clean it yourself later, because if you relied on your 'super-assistant,' you’d die waiting.
every now and then he’d make a little noise, or curse under his breath when a creeper exploded nearby or when he forgot some crafting material. he also complained about the respawn point being way too far from all his builds and how much he hated going to the nether with ohyul, because video games were the only weakness he knew of that man, which was maybe a good thing for later.
he would sometimes glance over at you, but even if you were wiping the steam off your forehead with the back of your hand, he wouldn't get up from the laptop at the dining table. it wasn't because he was a bad boyfriend or because he was lazy, but because he was terrified of you: that mess we already mentioned? he had made all of it by accident. and that’s how it usually went. he’d burn the meat when you tried to grill, he had no idea how to make rice, and soups would always boil over on him, staining the entire stove.
but he had one unavoidable job, and he loved it.
"ryul, can you taste this? i think it's too salty," you asked, a spoon of thick, white béchamel cream held between your fingers as you walked over to him.
"don't even ask." he would never turn down the opportunity to proof-taste the food. it was his task to conduct the quality control, at the end of the day. if something went wrong, it would be entirely his fault. he took this great power with great responsibility, as one would expect him to do.
he blew on it a little to avoid burning himself (as has happened in the past for getting too desperate with the delicious aroma of anything edible) and carefully tasted what you gave him. his expression turned serious as if he were savoring a five-star dish, suddenly putting more pressure on you. "just a little more cooking, that's all."
"what?" you replied, incredulous. "isn't it over-seasoned?"
"it’s perfect," he cupped your face and poked the tip of your nose, smiling. "i’m the taster, trust me." he raised his palm and furrowed his brow, as if giving a final verdict.
ryul would never say your food tasted bad, no matter how off it might be. or would he? you convinced yourself of that, at least. "i don't want to trust your skills today."
"why?"
"biased taste buds."
"i'm in love with you, i wouldn't lie. especially not about food," he said, turning off his laptop, finally tired of playing for the day. his attention was finally for you and only you. "i don't play when it comes to food. or to you," a wink.
"since when have you been in love with me?"
he clicked his tongue, maybe a little annoyed by the way the question was phrased. "you better be joking."
"i don't mean it that way, dummy," you rolled your eyes with a smirk, your hands back in action at the stove, opening the pack of pasta. "i mean, when did you know you were in love with me?"
he looked away in silence toward a fixed point on the horizon, right where his eyes wouldn't touch you or anything else, as if dissociating helped him remember. "well…" he took a deep breath, sighing. "i don't know."
"i see," you snapped, pouring the pasta into the pot of boiling water. "thanks."
"don't start," he warned. "let me finish."
he gently pulled you away from the stove, his hands guiding your body’s movement from your waist, trapping you between the counter and his body. he rested his forehead against yours, a pout forming on that face that only knew two expressions according to jay. "it just happened," he whispered. "i can't tell when i knew i was in love with you because i think i've always been and i was simply too distracted to notice what was going on."
"but then you should remember the moment you actually noticed what was going on," you blurted out, gritting your teeth.
he had to remember something. a date, a moment, a flavor, a word, a smell… how could he not remember a single detail?
"that was when i asked you to be my girlfriend," he snapped back bluntly. "it caught up to me, dear. i was way too involved and way too deep when i named what i felt. and i asked you out that day, because i also noticed it was reciprocal."
"but i've been head over heels for you since august, and you asked me in february… did it take you that long?" you looked down for the first time since the conversation started, your faces still so close that the breath from every word warmed each other's skin.
he let out a dry chuckle, one that only you would manage to get out of him. "you fell first," he stepped back, the scent of his cologne fainting in the air, his index finger pointing up as he turned off the stove to strain the pasta soon. "i fell harder."
O3. jung woojin
"woojin, i told you i can do it!" you protested once again, sure that adding a little stomp on the ground would be enough to convince your boyfriend not to carry your shopping bags.
deep down, you knew damn well that the task was impossible.
"i don't care if you can do it," he argued, his free hand finding yours to squeeze it tightly. "i don't want you to."
his left arm was packed with bags of all kinds, colors, and sizes, some heavier than others. he didn't seem to be struggling despite the crazy amount and how crowded they looked against his lean frame; in fact, he looked like he was actually enjoying it.
it wasn't something easy to be sure of because his sunglasses hid his eyes, but the rest of his body has always been an expert at speaking for him, more than his words or his gaze ever could.
"i don't know why you're so stubborn," you shook your head in disapproval, feeling a bit embarrassed. "you're already paying for everything."
"i don't know why you won't just let me love you," he countered, his thumb caressing the back of your hand already intertwined with his, his voice softening with every word. "your only job today is to try on clothes that make you feel pretty. the rest is on me," he turned to look at you intently, tilting his head down just enough so you could see the seriousness in his eyes behind the lenses. "bags included. and don't exaggerate, we're thrifting, not buying dior."
and well, if he insisted…
the truth was, you loved this. the fact that he was so attentive, so thoughtful, so in love. that translated into a thousand ways through his actions, but going shopping was the one you both liked the most.
you could spend hours walking through the city streets, discovering new flea markets and hidden shops tucked away in some quiet corner, always holding hands and telling stories.
he liked carrying the bags because that way, when it started getting hot, you could feed him his chocolate sundae, and when he took you home, you’d let him lay on the couch with you for a while.
he also liked paying to make sure you always had all the things you wanted, but his favorite part was helping you find the pieces that flattered you most, and then styling them once they were in your closet.
out of shyness, you always asked him not to do any of that. luckily, he never gave in to those pleas. you probably would've been really sad if he actually had.
"uh, let’s go in here," he stopped in front of a smoothie shop, and you could've sworn his mouth was watering by the way he licked his lips. "we could use a break while we figure out what else we need. i think some belts, and maybe a beanie or a red cap."
"smart," you nodded, taking his sunglasses and pushing them up into his hair, lightly brushing your fingers against his cheek.
"always," he winked, pushing the glass door open for both of you. "the usual?" he asked, letting all the bags drop onto one of the tables and patting his pockets in search of his wallet.
you snorted, "you know my usual in smoothies?"
"how long do you think we've been together, weirdo?"
"less than a year."
"long enough," he retorted, sliding his card out of the wallet. "be right back," he added, walking away to order.
you watched him walk over to the counter, bowing to the cashier before handing over his card. "why is he so cute?" you thought to yourself. then, you looked down at the pile of thrifted bags next to you, and at your own reflection in the glass window, casually wearing some clothes he had once helped you pick out.
butterflies started doing weird things in your tummy, and that is when a full inquiry popped up in your head.
he placed them on the table and pulled up his chair to sit down. you took your glass, tracing figures on the condensation with your finger, before looking up to him. "when did you realize you were in love with me?"
he raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking down at you. he tapped his nose twice, and finished pulling his chair closer to sit without breaking his silence. "to what do i owe the question?"
"curiosity," you replied, taking a sip of your cold drink.
"the number one reason why cats die," he teased, stirring his drink with his favorite bamboo straw.
"good thing i'm not a cat."
"liar."
he stopped to think for a few seconds that felt like an eternity, his drink still untouched. "it was the first time we went shopping, actually," he spoke, tapping his fingers from pinky to index on the table. "when you tried on the exact outfit you're wearing right now and asked me if i liked it."
"give me all the details," you whined, throwing a little childish pout his way.
"there are no details," he shrugged, offering a soft, unapologetic smile. "you asked me if those clothes looked good on you, and i just realized you could be wearing a potato sack and you’d still be the most beautiful girl on the planet to me," he finally took a small sip of his drink. "and that i was already screwed for life."
"recovering from that?" you teased.
"not a single bit," he declared, his voice firm and unwavering, leaving no room for doubt. "every time we go shopping, i remember that day all over again. you still make me nervous when i see you trying on new clothes," he confessed.
"because my beauty and my fashion are stunning?"
"because you gave me the key to help you in such an important task," he blushed, his hand reaching across the table to squeeze yours. "it's like getting to know you better every time you try out a new style. and i never want to stop getting to know you."
O4. lim louis
do you know how annoying it is to be about to cross the finish line and hear a blue shell coming right to you?
yeah. that wasn't the case this time.
you and louis were sitting in the tiny space between his bed and the tv, cross-legged on the cold floor. a bowl full of chips sat between you two, chips that you'd occasionally grab in fear of losing focus. one single movement, and louis could win. you didn't wanna give him that chance.
to be playing the rainbow road circuit, you lucked out by winning the race. and it was 150 cc. you were totally the mvp of the day… right?
louis let out a long sigh, dropping his head back against the edge of the mattress. he let the wii controller rest on his lap, dramatically staring at the ceiling.
you glanced at him, a grin forming on your face as you nudged his shoulder with your elbow.
"you let me win," you stated, convinced.
"why would i?" he mumbled. "you got better. who you've been practicing with?"
"louis, you did,"
"i didn't,"
"you did,"
"i freaking didn't,"
"yes, you freaking did," you rolled your eyes, taking a fist full of chips from the bowl and stuffing them into your mouth. "don't cap," you said, still chewing.
"stop it with the ASMR" he sat up, a disgusted voice tone. "you're just good," looking at the final standings on the screen.
"i've seen you play against the guys," you snapped, taking the controller away from his lap. "you always beat them. and they're all better than me."
"them? better than you?"
"don't give me that."
"and what if i did let you win, huh?" he blurted out, ripping his controller from your grab. "you want me to play like i hate you? is that what you're asking for?"
you chuckled. "do you hate the guys?"
"kinda," he giggled. "promise you won't get mad at me."
"oh, so you're admitting," you caught him. "i promise."
"lemme show you why, then."
he pressed the 'rematch' button so hard you swear it could be broken now.
and well, this time… he sadly didn't hold back for you.
you'd like to know where he learned how to dodge every single item you'd throw at him, and how he memorized every shortcut of the circuit. you should have seen this coming, him winning like it was nothing.
and he reacted just like that, as if it was nothing. the bread of every day.
you stared at the screen in awe, your jaw dropping slightly. you tossed your controller onto the bed behind you and stood up, annoyed. "never again, jourdain," you huffed, refusing to look at him.
"you know i love you."
you slowly turned your head back to look at him, a mischievous spark making you forget what just happened. "when did you realize that?"
louis's eyes went wide. "w-what?" he stuttered.
"when did you know you loved me?" you repeated, a teasing smirk growing on your face.
"why you asking? why now?" he asked, his entire face turning red just as the tip of his ears. "i don't even—i don't even remember!"
"louis…" you sang out, raising one eyebrow accusingly.
"bro, no" he groaned, hiding his face in his hands. "i'm not answering that."
"sure?"
he whined adorably, throwing himself backward onto the floor, shoving a pillow directly over his face. "it's too cheesy," he muttered. "it was… it was a few months ago," he started, his voice choking on the pillow, so he lifted it just enough for you to listen . "i was on a break from practice, and i had my headphones on…"
he stopped, gripping on the sides of the pillow to the point his knuckles got white.
"and?" you prompted, encouraging him.
"and this song came on," he said. "and the lyrics were talking about you, even though i had listened to it for years. you change my perspective on everything, for good. i'm telling you, you shaped me differently. i was happier, and it showed."
a small, shy smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "and the moment i realized every single love song on my phone suddenly sounded like you, i knew i'd have to bag you or i wouldn't be able to listen to my own playlist anymore."
"do you still listen to it?"
"every day," he bragged. "same amount of times i let you win at any game—"
"at ANY game?" you interrupted him aggressively. "you let me win every time?!" you barked, disappointed but somehow not surprised.
"uhm, i—"
he didn't give you a chance to process the amount of words he had just dropped on you. before you could even say a thing to keep protesting, and very afraid of you —expected from him—, louis slammed the pillow to your face.
"i knew it," you stated, hands up, surrendering.
"now you know all you wanted to know," he shrugged. "don't bring it up ever again or i will break up with you," his legs kicking the air in pure shame. "not caring if i have to make another playlist or a whole new spotify account."
you couldn't help but burst out laughing, your heart feeling incredibly light and full as you jumped onto him to give him the hug he deserved. "you're the best, lou."
"i know," he said, his hand caressing your back. "even at games."
warnings separate fiction from reality, use of profanity, some are not really light-hearted jokes, read as a joke and not seriously, all for fun and entertainment.
disclaimer all original memes are posted on pinterest/twitter—i do not claim these screenshots as my original idea and are famous memes found on social media.
— ౨ৎ In which you decide to shoot your shot with the cute lifeguard at the beach
C/w: one swear, reader is a confident gal 😛 ˗ˋ 1.5k wc ˊ˗
A/n: if i had a nickel everytime i wrote keonho as a swimmer…
"So how's your book so far?"
Skies are clear, the sun is shining, it's hot outside—the perfect beach day.
You lie on a plush towel facing the water, new book in hand, sunglasses on the top of your head. You find yourself splitting your attention between your friend tanning next to you and the gorgeous lifeguard walking along the beach.
It's hard not to notice the way his bright red sleeveless tank matches the flush on his cheeks or the tone of his arms as he jogs along the shoreline. And especially the way he brushes his wet hair out of his face—It's so…
Addicting.
"Hello, welcome to earth." Stella waves her polished hand in front of your face.
"Huh, what—yeah it's so good," you say mindlessly, your gaze being nowhere near the book.
"How far along are you?" she gives a knowing laugh.
You look down at the printed pages, walls of text stare at you. You blink a couple times, but the book still says chapter one—really? The heading spreads across the page, bold, obvious.
"We're making progress," you smile.
"Are you sure because you've been staring at that lifeguard for the past ten minutes."
"No, I have not!"
"Oh, but yes you have."
You look around for a moment, almost whipping the sunglasses off your head. It's getting harder to hide your smile that's about to burst.
"He's so cute don't you think?" you blurt.
"Go talk to him!"
"But how? He's working and a different girl walks up to him every three seconds."
She gives you that smile, the one she gives when she's plotting. She reaches into her beach bag, pulling out her car keys. She waves them in your face, the various keychains jingling against each other.
"You want to run me over? I mean I guess that would get his attention—"
"No! Sometimes I worry about you girl." She rolls her eyes playfully. "Just say you lost your keys—it’s valuable so he'll have to help!"
"I guess drowning for some CPR isn't ethical," you huff.
"Definitely not!" she says, tucking the keys into the back pocket of your jean shorts. "Just drop them in the sand after you're done talking to him—number secured!"
"See this is why I love you."
"Go get your baywatch moment," she giggles.
…
"Excuse me."
He's standing near the watch tower where some other lifeguards are, it's hard to miss that shade of red. He fidgets with the whistle around his neck as he scouts out for any potential dangers.
He looks better up close, they all do. What are they feeding these lifeguards?
His hair is slicked back—he's been running his hands through it a lot. You can't gauge where he's looking since his eyes are covered with sunglasses. He simply nods.
Great, one of those chill™ ones
"Hi, so I lost my keys—could you help me, please?"
"Sure, I'll go and grab the metal detector from the tower."
You're taken aback for a moment—was it really that easy? He doesn't waste any time, quickly jogging over to the watch tower to grab the device. He moves rather skillfully in the dunes of sand. Impressive.
"So where did you last see it?"
"Like over there." You point to the opposite end of the beach.
"You’ve been walking lots?"
"I just go where the wind takes me," you smile.
"Okay I'll scan over here and send a report to some of my coworkers—any specific keychain colours?"
So serious.
"There's like…a pink frilly thing on it." You try your best to visualize Stella's keys, not that it mattered. You remember the feeling of the keys in your pocket—you'll have to walk behind him.
He nods, calling out a code in his walkie talkie. Some feedback comes through, but you can't make out exactly what they're saying. Must be some sort of lifeguard jargon.
Before you begin the hunt for the 'keys' you look back at Stella, she gives you a tiny applause.
The beach is getting more crowded, there's as many people in the water as on the sand. The line up for ice cream is getting longer, you could use some—why is it so hot? Maybe you should have pretended to drown.
The lifeguard doesn't say much, focused as he scans along the sand. It's hard not to notice the feeling of people watching you as you pass by. Most definitely looking at him.
"So…" You look over to his name tag "Keonho!"
You think you said that a little too loud but no one noticed, well except him. He looks up at you, quiet, anticipating.
"Sorry, did I scare you? Anyway I was just wondering if you've been doing this for long?"
"Just the summers since I was fifteen," he shrugs, looking back down to the sand.
"Wow you must be super qualified—do you swim too, like competitively?"
"Yeah, I do," he stops for a moment, the metal detector picking something up. When he brushes over the sand it's just the lid of a bottle. He continues walking.
"Cool—I don't know much about swimming but yeah that's cool." Again, he doesn't respond. "Not much of a talker?"
"I'm just focused—sorry."
"No, it's fine! I can get chatty sometimes."
"That's good."
"Hm?"
"Like being able to carry a conversation—it's attractive."
"You think?"
You suddenly notice how hard it is to walk—could it be the sand or his words? Nope, definitely the sand.
"Yeah," he sways the metal detector side to side, covering more area. "Do you come to the beach often?"
"No, not really—my friend invited me out today. Should I come more often?"
"It's up to you but Mondays and Thursdays are the least busy."
"Good to know—any other beach tips I should know."
"I work all days except Friday and Sunday—summer practices."
"Good to know," you smile.
The metal detector picks up a few more items—bracelets, earrings, coins, a nail clipper. You're starting to feel a little bad with the whole misleading thing, especially when he seems so determined to find the keys.
The conversation slows down—you don't know what else to say. Besides, the beach is filled with sounds of splashing water and ongoing conversations.
You sneak a few glances at him which is only fair since he's been very obviously sneaking some glances at you. When your eyes meet, he's the first to look away.
"Did you know they give out free ice cream near closing?"
"Liar!"
"Then tell me why I've tried all the ice cream flavours here."
"Keonho, you can't blow your entire paycheck on ice cream," you laugh, so does he.
You tilt your face toward the sun, enjoying the brief silence between conversations.
"So uh, do you go to school around here?"
"That's not related to the keys, is it?" you tease.
He looks away. "Yeah you're right."
You smile. "No, but I do plan on spending more summers here."
"You should—like it's really nice here, the weather and stuff," he nods. "Is this where you lost the keys?"
You arrive at what you're guessing is the spot you pointed at twenty minutes ago. It's less crowded over here but louder with the jetskis past the orange buoys.
"Huh—oh yes, it's got to be somewhere around here." You want to cringe at your poor acting skills.
He scans the area more meticulously this time, that tiny bit of guilt in you begins to seep up. But you let him search for a moment, it's cute how motivated he is.
"Sorry if I've been…well awkward," he says.
"What? No, you haven't been, at all. I just coined you to be one of those nonchalant guys."
"I'm not like that at all—I just can't talk to girls," he lets out a nervous chuckle.
"But you have been…on the beach."
"You've been watching me?"
"You've been standing in front of my eyeline."
He laughs, "Well I don't have crushes on those girls." His cheeks look more flushed than before.
Showtime.
"Ah, really?" you smile, discreetly pulling the keys out of the pocket and dropping them on the sand behind you, creating a jingling sound. Stella and her keychains. "Oh what's that?"
"I saw all of that," he smiles.
You shrug. "In my defense it worked."
"What worked?"
"Getting your attention."
"Guess it did."
You stand there for a moment, a much needed breeze flows along the shoreline. The scents of the beach are becoming more evident: seawater, fries, sunscreen. He runs a hand through his hair, looking in your direction. Thank god for that breeze or you might have melted.
Oh fuck it.
"Could I maybe get your number?" You start. "Please."
"Sure, my work phone number is 911 and—"
"Dude," you laugh.
"Okay," he gives you a cheeky grin, reaching his hand out for your phone. You pull it out of your other jean pocket, no hesitation.
"You know, I can't believe you made me ask you. I did just get you out of your shift…well temporarily."
"Messing with a lifeguard is a violation," he jokes.
"No it is not!"
"But, I'll let you go because you're pretty."
The words seem to surprise even him.
"I mean—"
"Too late," you grin.
this post looks so much better in light mode omg AND ong my next post is the gossip girl au 🤗
— ౨ৎ In which you decide to shoot your shot with the cute lifeguard at the beach
C/w: one swear, reader is a confident gal 😛 ˗ˋ 1.5k wc ˊ˗
A/n: if i had a nickel everytime i wrote keonho as a swimmer…
"So how's your book so far?"
Skies are clear, the sun is shining, it's hot outside—the perfect beach day.
You lie on a plush towel facing the water, new book in hand, sunglasses on the top of your head. You find yourself splitting your attention between your friend tanning next to you and the gorgeous lifeguard walking along the beach.
It's hard not to notice the way his bright red sleeveless tank matches the flush on his cheeks or the tone of his arms as he jogs along the shoreline. And especially the way he brushes his wet hair out of his face—It's so…
Addicting.
"Hello, welcome to earth." Stella waves her polished hand in front of your face.
"Huh, what—yeah it's so good," you say mindlessly, your gaze being nowhere near the book.
"How far along are you?" she gives a knowing laugh.
You look down at the printed pages, walls of text stare at you. You blink a couple times, but the book still says chapter one—really? The heading spreads across the page, bold, obvious.
"We're making progress," you smile.
"Are you sure because you've been staring at that lifeguard for the past ten minutes."
"No, I have not!"
"Oh, but yes you have."
You look around for a moment, almost whipping the sunglasses off your head. It's getting harder to hide your smile that's about to burst.
"He's so cute don't you think?" you blurt.
"Go talk to him!"
"But how? He's working and a different girl walks up to him every three seconds."
She gives you that smile, the one she gives when she's plotting. She reaches into her beach bag, pulling out her car keys. She waves them in your face, the various keychains jingling against each other.
"You want to run me over? I mean I guess that would get his attention—"
"No! Sometimes I worry about you girl." She rolls her eyes playfully. "Just say you lost your keys—it’s valuable so he'll have to help!"
"I guess drowning for some CPR isn't ethical," you huff.
"Definitely not!" she says, tucking the keys into the back pocket of your jean shorts. "Just drop them in the sand after you're done talking to him—number secured!"
"See this is why I love you."
"Go get your baywatch moment," she giggles.
…
"Excuse me."
He's standing near the watch tower where some other lifeguards are, it's hard to miss that shade of red. He fidgets with the whistle around his neck as he scouts out for any potential dangers.
He looks better up close, they all do. What are they feeding these lifeguards?
His hair is slicked back—he's been running his hands through it a lot. You can't gauge where he's looking since his eyes are covered with sunglasses. He simply nods.
Great, one of those chill™ ones
"Hi, so I lost my keys—could you help me, please?"
"Sure, I'll go and grab the metal detector from the tower."
You're taken aback for a moment—was it really that easy? He doesn't waste any time, quickly jogging over to the watch tower to grab the device. He moves rather skillfully in the dunes of sand. Impressive.
"So where did you last see it?"
"Like over there." You point to the opposite end of the beach.
"You’ve been walking lots?"
"I just go where the wind takes me," you smile.
"Okay I'll scan over here and send a report to some of my coworkers—any specific keychain colours?"
So serious.
"There's like…a pink frilly thing on it." You try your best to visualize Stella's keys, not that it mattered. You remember the feeling of the keys in your pocket—you'll have to walk behind him.
He nods, calling out a code in his walkie talkie. Some feedback comes through, but you can't make out exactly what they're saying. Must be some sort of lifeguard jargon.
Before you begin the hunt for the 'keys' you look back at Stella, she gives you a tiny applause.
The beach is getting more crowded, there's as many people in the water as on the sand. The line up for ice cream is getting longer, you could use some—why is it so hot? Maybe you should have pretended to drown.
The lifeguard doesn't say much, focused as he scans along the sand. It's hard not to notice the feeling of people watching you as you pass by. Most definitely looking at him.
"So…" You look over to his name tag "Keonho!"
You think you said that a little too loud but no one noticed, well except him. He looks up at you, quiet, anticipating.
"Sorry, did I scare you? Anyway I was just wondering if you've been doing this for long?"
"Just the summers since I was fifteen," he shrugs, looking back down to the sand.
"Wow you must be super qualified—do you swim too, like competitively?"
"Yeah, I do," he stops for a moment, the metal detector picking something up. When he brushes over the sand it's just the lid of a bottle. He continues walking.
"Cool—I don't know much about swimming but yeah that's cool." Again, he doesn't respond. "Not much of a talker?"
"I'm just focused—sorry."
"No, it's fine! I can get chatty sometimes."
"That's good."
"Hm?"
"Like being able to carry a conversation—it's attractive."
"You think?"
You suddenly notice how hard it is to walk—could it be the sand or his words? Nope, definitely the sand.
"Yeah," he sways the metal detector side to side, covering more area. "Do you come to the beach often?"
"No, not really—my friend invited me out today. Should I come more often?"
"It's up to you but Mondays and Thursdays are the least busy."
"Good to know—any other beach tips I should know."
"I work all days except Friday and Sunday—summer practices."
"Good to know," you smile.
The metal detector picks up a few more items—bracelets, earrings, coins, a nail clipper. You're starting to feel a little bad with the whole misleading thing, especially when he seems so determined to find the keys.
The conversation slows down—you don't know what else to say. Besides, the beach is filled with sounds of splashing water and ongoing conversations.
You sneak a few glances at him which is only fair since he's been very obviously sneaking some glances at you. When your eyes meet, he's the first to look away.
"Did you know they give out free ice cream near closing?"
"Liar!"
"Then tell me why I've tried all the ice cream flavours here."
"Keonho, you can't blow your entire paycheck on ice cream," you laugh, so does he.
You tilt your face toward the sun, enjoying the brief silence between conversations.
"So uh, do you go to school around here?"
"That's not related to the keys, is it?" you tease.
He looks away. "Yeah you're right."
You smile. "No, but I do plan on spending more summers here."
"You should—like it's really nice here, the weather and stuff," he nods. "Is this where you lost the keys?"
You arrive at what you're guessing is the spot you pointed at twenty minutes ago. It's less crowded over here but louder with the jetskis past the orange buoys.
"Huh—oh yes, it's got to be somewhere around here." You want to cringe at your poor acting skills.
He scans the area more meticulously this time, that tiny bit of guilt in you begins to seep up. But you let him search for a moment, it's cute how motivated he is.
"Sorry if I've been…well awkward," he says.
"What? No, you haven't been, at all. I just coined you to be one of those nonchalant guys."
"I'm not like that at all—I just can't talk to girls," he lets out a nervous chuckle.
"But you have been…on the beach."
"You've been watching me?"
"You've been standing in front of my eyeline."
He laughs, "Well I don't have crushes on those girls." His cheeks look more flushed than before.
Showtime.
"Ah, really?" you smile, discreetly pulling the keys out of the pocket and dropping them on the sand behind you, creating a jingling sound. Stella and her keychains. "Oh what's that?"
"I saw all of that," he smiles.
You shrug. "In my defense it worked."
"What worked?"
"Getting your attention."
"Guess it did."
You stand there for a moment, a much needed breeze flows along the shoreline. The scents of the beach are becoming more evident: seawater, fries, sunscreen. He runs a hand through his hair, looking in your direction. Thank god for that breeze or you might have melted.
Oh fuck it.
"Could I maybe get your number?" You start. "Please."
"Sure, my work phone number is 911 and—"
"Dude," you laugh.
"Okay," he gives you a cheeky grin, reaching his hand out for your phone. You pull it out of your other jean pocket, no hesitation.
"You know, I can't believe you made me ask you. I did just get you out of your shift…well temporarily."
"Messing with a lifeguard is a violation," he jokes.
"No it is not!"
"But, I'll let you go because you're pretty."
The words seem to surprise even him.
"I mean—"
"Too late," you grin.
this post looks so much better in light mode omg AND ong my next post is the gossip girl au 🤗
overview ⋮ Haikyuu!! is a well-known Japanese volleyball sports AniManga. It follows slice of life, coming of age, and themes about volleyball with its up and downs. So, what if CORTIS were Haikyuu characters?
note ⋮ tried my best to see which suits which, so i hope y'all coer hq fans out there agree hehe // this was in my drafts and had the motivation&inspiration to post it after seeing @ramenoil's cortisxjjk hc's! kudos to lovely iro go check her jjk crossover out (≧▽≦) this is me nerding out btw
⚠️ separate fiction from reality, this is only a series of headcanons please don't take it seriously! contains xreader hc's as well. ◉‿◉ likes, reblogs, comments are very much appreciated ♡ & lmk ur thoughts 2!
JAMES CHAO as OIKAWA TOORU
⤷ Aside from having insane visuals and canonically good looks, James gives off the vibe of someone who is a captain yet can be playful like Oikawa. He also fits the position of a setter, the one who balances the team and the one teammates can a hundred-percent rely on during matches (+ can be an all rounder and is known for his strength in jump serves). He is also talkative and expressive like Oikawa, and knows where to place his seriousness and unseriousness at most times. James definitely knows each of his teammates very well, and can bring the best out of them as a captain. James is a great captain and flows well / has a great chemistry with his team—no hierarchy is seen and just a pure bond that unites perfectly with volleyball.
⤷ James trains 24/7, having big dreams and still striving to keep going despite how many losses he's experienced from always getting beaten and failing to have the chance of going to Nationals (Trainee A experience), but ultimately keeps pursuing volleyball until he becomes a professional. He has high confidence and is optimistic for being good at volleyball, but often compares himself and self-loathes from time to time thinking why isn't it enough to reach the Nationals.
⤷ (X READER) James has a fair popularity at school because of his visuals and athlete status, and he's well aware of that. So he always flexes you whenever he can, and when you're around he calls you shamelessly even when he's warming up and you're by the bleachers, or having a practice match and you just so happen to be there too. He does entertain the endless fangirling he receives, but at the end of the day none of them amuses and makes his heart flutter like you do. He's the type to spell out the first letter of your name using his foot when he's getting ready to serve during matches, and point at you with a proud smile with a 'did you see that? your boyfriend's the best' look whenever he scores.
KIM JUHOON as AKAASHI KEIJI
⤷ They have the same natural resting face. Juhoon is quiet and introverted, but not the shy / awkward type—he's more reserved and thinks intellectually deep down like Akaashi. As a setter, the backbone of the team, Juhoon is naturally smart at reading other players' movements and predicting them. He's patient and knows how to handle situations well, even if the momentum of the team is messy, he always has a solution and knows how to resolve it even if the match is ongoing. Juhoon has that "nonchalant" aura but is actually very witty and pairs it with a blunt tone and a deadpan face, but at the same time he's very chill and understands everyone quite well. He will speak for himself if he has to, and put anyone in their own place if he has to.
⤷ Juhoon is very much Fukurodani coded because of how it's a private school in Tokyo (based from how he's personally studied at international schools) and he seems like the type to not flaunt and make it obvious because of how he keeps everything to himself unless asked. He keeps everything humble and works very hard behind the scenes, and he's so silent about his progress that one day in a match you'll see he suddenly has new techniques set up for the team.
⤷ (X READER) Juhoon moves through actions more than words, unless necessary. He will switch places with you on the sidewalk, carry your things without asking, buy you your favorite food without even saying anything—just a look or change in your behavior will explain itself to him. He will steal glances at you with a small smile whenever you go to one of his games, and makes you wear an extra jersey of his to easily "see you" but he actually just wants people to know that you're there for him. Juhoon will immediately ditch anything, even practice, if ever you needed anything. He would get scolded by his coach but he wouldn't care because all that would be in his mind is that you're provided and happy.
MARTIN EDWARDS as HAIBA LEV
⤷ The height is obviously the first thing in mind. Martin starts off as an amateur / not yet very well experienced in the sport but has a good privilege because of how tall he is. He strives to become better and the "ace" because he's very very confident he can make it, using his potential to an advantage. Martin is carefree and full of positivity like Lev, and even though he has major flaws such as receiving and getting the angle of a spike incorrectly, he definitely serves as a trump card in most of his matches. He also likes to scare other players during warm ups with his height, trying to look "cool" until an upperclassmen teammate calls him out. Martin definitely stands out because of his unique features of being wasian just like how Lev is mixed Russian and Japanese, making his opponents curious about him and that ultimately spikes his pride and confidence even more.
⤷ Martin gives off first-year beginner vibes, and is always scolded by his upperclassmen because he ditches one on one trainings with them to improve his skills. He has a sick pride in blocking spikes, always boasting whenever he makes a successful block (although it's a three-man block + height privilege). Martin is passionate and sees the world with many opportunities to experience, hence why he decided to start volleyball knowing that his teammates are players since they were probably five year olds. Martin also has a norm for getting asked about his older sister whenever there's a game and she happens to be there.
⤷ (X READER) Martin doesn't have a single nonchalant bone in him. He will wave at you and shout your name happily in the cafeteria, he will talk to you like there isn't a single thing worth worrying about as long as he's with you. He will constantly mention you to his teammates as if you're the only person that revolves around his life. When you're watching his match, he'll grab his teammates one by one and brag about how you're watching him while loudly pointing at you, not caring about the stares you're getting from other watchers beside you from the bleachers. He's also very clingy and attempts PDA every chance he gets even in school.
EOM SEONGHYEON as MIYA OSAMU
⤷ Seonghyeon carries the silent but sassy aura. He is known as a "princess" and has an attitude when things bother him because he speaks about it directly, such as a bad set from a teammate or something uneasy felt during a match. He's a wing-spiker, and is very analytical about how the ball is set to him—Seonghyeon will literally crash out if the setter sets poorly to him. He's silent most of the time but also makes a lot of remarks to tease on his teammates or gets teased on by them. His skills are overlooked a lot because of his twin. Seonghyeon can alternate between a spiker and setter during matches and if his set doesn't go well, he'll become incredibly petty and blame the one he gave the set to.
⤷ Seonghyeon is mostly serious and logical like Osamu, and he often comes off as funny even though he doesn't intend to. He is ambitious and has a pride for himself but maintains the low profile efficiency, not wanting to give effort into standing out. Despite being sarcastic/quiet and all, Seonghyeon has a weak side too. He will not say much but will laugh at literally everything, which makes him interesting to the team because he can be so composed but can also be expressive sometimes.
⤷ (X READER) Both of you will fight for the most random things because of different opinions, yet Seonghyeon gives up early because he'd rather die than see him going against you. He has very playful remarks, and likes to hold you against some past occurrences that you've done that still remains funny to him until now (which is a very Osamu thing). Even though he's mischievous, he's very observant and analyzes every single thing quietly. He will disappear without a word during matches just to meet up with you even if it's just for one minute, and although he's not the best at showing affection, he always reminds you in ways that doesn't make you question or doubt him at all. He will rant 24/7 about how his volleyball practice went while holding your hand on the way home, and ignores his teammates that are deliberately teasing him for it.
AHN KEONHO as MIYA ATSUMU
⤷ Keonho is never beating the 'looking at life with rainbows and giggles' allegations. He has a deep passion for volleyball that makes him willingly look foolish for the sake of loving the sport. Keonho spreads a unique positivity around him, and is whimsical in a way that either motivates or irritates his other teammates as well (even though he can sometimes get very cocky). He's 100% unbothered by anyone who looks down on him and loves to prove them wrong once he's on the court. Keonho is driven by both hard work and talent, and is well-known for his chemistry as a setter with the team. Keonho likes the attention he receives from opponents, always attempting to look cool and try to intimidate them. Atsumu feels like the type to be a fanboy for k-pop girl groups and Keonho definitely lives up to that agenda!
⤷ Despite having a prideful and carefree manner, he carries a deep intellectuality without knowing it, words of wisdom will just randomly fall out from his mouth which leaves people baffled—he's never as 'idiotic' as others think he is. Keonho is actually shameless, once he sees a cool player on the court / has them as an opponent he will not hesitate to provoke them the entire match—he'll make them distracted and potentially lose. He's the type to call his haters as 'fans' and sticks his tongue out to ragebait others—may it be his own teammates (except upperclassmen) or his opponents. Keonho will also make his problem everyone's problem when something is bothering him.
⤷ (X READER) Keonho loves to show affection. He will flirt with you but he's the first one to turn red, and admire you unconsciously when you aren't looking. He will smile widely and become 10x more motivated to do his best during a match and you're there watching. After a match, he'll run straight to you saying "did you see that, did you see that?!" and immediately hugs you even though he's covered in sweat. It's very subtle, but other than being an absolute sunshine (and menace), he loves to take care of you and spend time with you in various ways you don't realize—such as dropping you off at home even though his place is in the other side of the pathway, or waiting outside your classroom to eat lunch with you (will definitely leave his twin just to hang out with you).
overview ⋮ Haikyuu!! is a well-known Japanese volleyball sports AniManga. It follows slice of life, coming of age, and themes about volleyball with its up and downs. So, what if CORTIS were Haikyuu characters?
note ⋮ tried my best to see which suits which, so i hope y'all coer hq fans out there agree hehe // this was in my drafts and had the motivation&inspiration to post it after seeing @ramenoil's cortisxjjk hc's! kudos to lovely iro go check her jjk crossover out (≧▽≦) this is me nerding out btw
⚠️ separate fiction from reality, this is only a series of headcanons please don't take it seriously! contains xreader hc's as well. ◉‿◉ likes, reblogs, comments are very much appreciated ♡ & lmk ur thoughts 2!
JAMES CHAO as OIKAWA TOORU
⤷ Aside from having insane visuals and canonically good looks, James gives off the vibe of someone who is a captain yet can be playful like Oikawa. He also fits the position of a setter, the one who balances the team and the one teammates can a hundred-percent rely on during matches (+ can be an all rounder and is known for his strength in jump serves). He is also talkative and expressive like Oikawa, and knows where to place his seriousness and unseriousness at most times. James definitely knows each of his teammates very well, and can bring the best out of them as a captain. James is a great captain and flows well / has a great chemistry with his team—no hierarchy is seen and just a pure bond that unites perfectly with volleyball.
⤷ James trains 24/7, having big dreams and still striving to keep going despite how many losses he's experienced from always getting beaten and failing to have the chance of going to Nationals (Trainee A experience), but ultimately keeps pursuing volleyball until he becomes a professional. He has high confidence and is optimistic for being good at volleyball, but often compares himself and self-loathes from time to time thinking why isn't it enough to reach the Nationals.
⤷ (X READER) James has a fair popularity at school because of his visuals and athlete status, and he's well aware of that. So he always flexes you whenever he can, and when you're around he calls you shamelessly even when he's warming up and you're by the bleachers, or having a practice match and you just so happen to be there too. He does entertain the endless fangirling he receives, but at the end of the day none of them amuses and makes his heart flutter like you do. He's the type to spell out the first letter of your name using his foot when he's getting ready to serve during matches, and point at you with a proud smile with a 'did you see that? your boyfriend's the best' look whenever he scores.
KIM JUHOON as AKAASHI KEIJI
⤷ They have the same natural resting face. Juhoon is quiet and introverted, but not the shy / awkward type—he's more reserved and thinks intellectually deep down like Akaashi. As a setter, the backbone of the team, Juhoon is naturally smart at reading other players' movements and predicting them. He's patient and knows how to handle situations well, even if the momentum of the team is messy, he always has a solution and knows how to resolve it even if the match is ongoing. Juhoon has that "nonchalant" aura but is actually very witty and pairs it with a blunt tone and a deadpan face, but at the same time he's very chill and understands everyone quite well. He will speak for himself if he has to, and put anyone in their own place if he has to.
⤷ Juhoon is very much Fukurodani coded because of how it's a private school in Tokyo (based from how he's personally studied at international schools) and he seems like the type to not flaunt and make it obvious because of how he keeps everything to himself unless asked. He keeps everything humble and works very hard behind the scenes, and he's so silent about his progress that one day in a match you'll see he suddenly has new techniques set up for the team.
⤷ (X READER) Juhoon moves through actions more than words, unless necessary. He will switch places with you on the sidewalk, carry your things without asking, buy you your favorite food without even saying anything—just a look or change in your behavior will explain itself to him. He will steal glances at you with a small smile whenever you go to one of his games, and makes you wear an extra jersey of his to easily "see you" but he actually just wants people to know that you're there for him. Juhoon will immediately ditch anything, even practice, if ever you needed anything. He would get scolded by his coach but he wouldn't care because all that would be in his mind is that you're provided and happy.
MARTIN EDWARDS as HAIBA LEV
⤷ The height is obviously the first thing in mind. Martin starts off as an amateur / not yet very well experienced in the sport but has a good privilege because of how tall he is. He strives to become better and the "ace" because he's very very confident he can make it, using his potential to an advantage. Martin is carefree and full of positivity like Lev, and even though he has major flaws such as receiving and getting the angle of a spike incorrectly, he definitely serves as a trump card in most of his matches. He also likes to scare other players during warm ups with his height, trying to look "cool" until an upperclassmen teammate calls him out. Martin definitely stands out because of his unique features of being wasian just like how Lev is mixed Russian and Japanese, making his opponents curious about him and that ultimately spikes his pride and confidence even more.
⤷ Martin gives off first-year beginner vibes, and is always scolded by his upperclassmen because he ditches one on one trainings with them to improve his skills. He has a sick pride in blocking spikes, always boasting whenever he makes a successful block (although it's a three-man block + height privilege). Martin is passionate and sees the world with many opportunities to experience, hence why he decided to start volleyball knowing that his teammates are players since they were probably five year olds. Martin also has a norm for getting asked about his older sister whenever there's a game and she happens to be there.
⤷ (X READER) Martin doesn't have a single nonchalant bone in him. He will wave at you and shout your name happily in the cafeteria, he will talk to you like there isn't a single thing worth worrying about as long as he's with you. He will constantly mention you to his teammates as if you're the only person that revolves around his life. When you're watching his match, he'll grab his teammates one by one and brag about how you're watching him while loudly pointing at you, not caring about the stares you're getting from other watchers beside you from the bleachers. He's also very clingy and attempts PDA every chance he gets even in school.
EOM SEONGHYEON as MIYA OSAMU
⤷ Seonghyeon carries the silent but sassy aura. He is known as a "princess" and has an attitude when things bother him because he speaks about it directly, such as a bad set from a teammate or something uneasy felt during a match. He's a wing-spiker, and is very analytical about how the ball is set to him—Seonghyeon will literally crash out if the setter sets poorly to him. He's silent most of the time but also makes a lot of remarks to tease on his teammates or gets teased on by them. His skills are overlooked a lot because of his twin. Seonghyeon can alternate between a spiker and setter during matches and if his set doesn't go well, he'll become incredibly petty and blame the one he gave the set to.
⤷ Seonghyeon is mostly serious and logical like Osamu, and he often comes off as funny even though he doesn't intend to. He is ambitious and has a pride for himself but maintains the low profile efficiency, not wanting to give effort into standing out. Despite being sarcastic/quiet and all, Seonghyeon has a weak side too. He will not say much but will laugh at literally everything, which makes him interesting to the team because he can be so composed but can also be expressive sometimes.
⤷ (X READER) Both of you will fight for the most random things because of different opinions, yet Seonghyeon gives up early because he'd rather die than see him going against you. He has very playful remarks, and likes to hold you against some past occurrences that you've done that still remains funny to him until now (which is a very Osamu thing). Even though he's mischievous, he's very observant and analyzes every single thing quietly. He will disappear without a word during matches just to meet up with you even if it's just for one minute, and although he's not the best at showing affection, he always reminds you in ways that doesn't make you question or doubt him at all. He will rant 24/7 about how his volleyball practice went while holding your hand on the way home, and ignores his teammates that are deliberately teasing him for it.
AHN KEONHO as MIYA ATSUMU
⤷ Keonho is never beating the 'looking at life with rainbows and giggles' allegations. He has a deep passion for volleyball that makes him willingly look foolish for the sake of loving the sport. Keonho spreads a unique positivity around him, and is whimsical in a way that either motivates or irritates his other teammates as well (even though he can sometimes get very cocky). He's 100% unbothered by anyone who looks down on him and loves to prove them wrong once he's on the court. Keonho is driven by both hard work and talent, and is well-known for his chemistry as a setter with the team. Keonho likes the attention he receives from opponents, always attempting to look cool and try to intimidate them. Atsumu feels like the type to be a fanboy for k-pop girl groups and Keonho definitely lives up to that agenda!
⤷ Despite having a prideful and carefree manner, he carries a deep intellectuality without knowing it, words of wisdom will just randomly fall out from his mouth which leaves people baffled—he's never as 'idiotic' as others think he is. Keonho is actually shameless, once he sees a cool player on the court / has them as an opponent he will not hesitate to provoke them the entire match—he'll make them distracted and potentially lose. He's the type to call his haters as 'fans' and sticks his tongue out to ragebait others—may it be his own teammates (except upperclassmen) or his opponents. Keonho will also make his problem everyone's problem when something is bothering him.
⤷ (X READER) Keonho loves to show affection. He will flirt with you but he's the first one to turn red, and admire you unconsciously when you aren't looking. He will smile widely and become 10x more motivated to do his best during a match and you're there watching. After a match, he'll run straight to you saying "did you see that, did you see that?!" and immediately hugs you even though he's covered in sweat. It's very subtle, but other than being an absolute sunshine (and menace), he loves to take care of you and spend time with you in various ways you don't realize—such as dropping you off at home even though his place is in the other side of the pathway, or waiting outside your classroom to eat lunch with you (will definitely leave his twin just to hang out with you).
the pain of being a popular girl at school and nobody knowing that im secretly everyones biggest enemylike yes i like kpop, anime, manhwas and fanfiction omg so scary boo 👻 I JUST WANNA TALK ABOUT MY INTERESTS BUT NO ONE LIKES THE SAME STUFF AS ME
in which martin looks exactly like the boy of your dreams that you made in tomodachi life. oh—and social media (as well as your friends) love watching this unfold!
pairing: influencer!martin x gn!non-idol!reader ; genre: smau oneshot, fluff, crack…, strangers -> friends ? -> lovers, short n sweet n cute !! ; warnings: swearing, incorrect timestamps, reader likes seals and mamegoma, humor of a teenage girl., they’re both silly and a little stupid c:
please DO NOT copy, repost, or claim as yours.
CREDITS: divider above from @/pixopix, any and all photos from pinterest (excluding the tomodachi martin)
maia’s note: im back !!! ok but first of all, i am not a tomodachi life larper, i’ve loved it since it was released on the ds and the photos of martin’s mii is from my actual game. anyways, i really love how this work ended up turning out not only bc of the concept of it but bc i’m genuinely just happy i finally finished a work. yes, this smau is not my finest… and there could’ve been more development… but nonetheless i like it and i hope you all enjoy reading it too ! reblogs and feedback are always appreciated !! 🩶
This series follows the story of y/n and her struggles as a trainee and as the only girl in what was supposed to be a boy group.
> DISCLAIMER : this series contains bullying, emotional and physical abuse, ED, cyberbullying, angst (things will keep adding on to the list all the time)
> y/ns relationship with CORTIS is platonic.
> so far, it contains of : AllDay Project (i know this group is problematic. if there was any other co-ed 5th gen group i could use, i promise i would. For the sake of the story, ADP is unproblematic and is under HYBE.)
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-> TRAINEE YEARS. [ FOLLOW Y/N AND HER YEARS AS A TRAINEE BEFORE DEBUTING WITH CORTIS ] written.
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