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📬 ❤︎ juhoon 𝔁 hair stylist!gf!reader ─── ৻ꪆ he learns the physics of curly hair just to perfect the art of loving her.
❤︎ warnings+tags ─── ৻ꪆ reader has curly hair for plot purposes (it’s the entire plot 💀)
💌 ❤︎ notes ─── ৻ꪆ kisses for my complicatedly wavy or curly hair girlies <3
❤︎ wc ─── ৻ꪆ 2.6k
𝄞 𓏸 my cortispilledmasterlist »﹙合﹚
💌 ❤︎ part of the stylist!gf!reader oneshots series !
❝ tracklist ❞ ─── get you—kali uchis ❦ our room—yerin baek ❦ best part—daniel caesar ❦ focus—nct 127 ❦ sudden shower—eclipse ❦ darari—treasure
DOWN HORRENDOUS
Genre: fluff and crack
Starring: keonho from cortis and other members
*********************************************
Keonho had made a mistake.
A terrible, life-changing mistake.
A mistake that would haunt him for the next seven days.
It all started when the CORTIS members were bored.
Which was always a bad sign.
"Bet you can't go a week without talking to Y/N," James said while scrolling through his phone.
"Easy."
"You literally talk to her every day."
"And?"
"You'd fail in an hour."
Keonho scoffed.
"Watch me."
Martin looked up from across the room.
"Actually, I want to see this."
"See? Even Martin believes in me."
"No," Martin said immediately. "I want to watch you suffer."
The challenge began the next morning.
And lasted exactly—
Thirty-seven minutes.
Because the moment Y/N walked into the practice room, Keonho instinctively said—
"Morning."
The room went silent.
James burst into laughter.
Martin nearly fell off the couch.
Seonghyeon looked disappointed.
"Thirty-seven minutes," he said.
"That's pathetic."
"THAT DOESN'T COUNT!"
Somehow the members forced him to restart.
Day One.
For real this time.
Y/N entered the practice room.
"Hi, Keonho."
Keonho froze.
Then slowly turned around.
And walked away.
Y/N blinked.
"Did I do something?"
"Nope," James answered.
"He's just stupid."
By Day Two, things got worse.
Because Keonho realized something.
Not talking to Y/N was impossible.
Y/N was everywhere.
The cafeteria.
The hallways.
The waiting room.
The elevator.
The practice room.
Everywhere.
At lunch, Y/N sat beside him.
"Can you pass me the water?"
Keonho stared at the bottle.
Stared at Y/N.
Stared at the bottle again.
Then silently slid it toward her.
"Thank you?"
James was recording everything.
For blackmail purposes.
Day Three.
Keonho was losing his mind.
"How are you doing?" Juhoon asked.
"Bad."
"It's been three days."
"I know."
"Pathetic."
The worst part?
Y/N kept trying to talk to him.
"Keonho, look at this meme."
Silence.
"Keonho, I dyed my hair."
Silence.
"Keonho, I accidentally dropped my phone in soup."
"YOU WHAT?"
The room exploded.
"HE SPOKE!"
"HE SPOKE!"
"HE FAILED!"
"NO I DIDN'T!"
"YOU LITERALLY RESPONDED!"
Y/N looked between everyone.
"What is happening?"
Martin finally explained the bet.
The room became quiet.
Y/N slowly turned toward Keonho.
"So you've been ignoring me for a challenge?"
"..."
"Wow."
"WAIT—"
"No, no."
Y/N crossed her arms dramatically.
"Interesting."
The next few days became Keonho's personal nightmare.
Because now Y/N was getting revenge.
She sat in his spot.
Stole his snacks.
Took his hoodie.
Sent him selfies.
Sent him memes.
Sent him voice messages.
Keonho suffered.
Day Six.
He was hanging on by a thread.
"One more day," James said.
"You can do it."
"I miss talking to her."
"You're down horrendous."
"I know."
Day Seven.
The final day.
Everyone gathered in the practice room.
Waiting.
Watching.
The timer hit zero.
"YOU'RE FREE!" James yelled.
Before anyone could react, Keonho immediately stood up.
Walked straight to Y/N.
And said—
"This challenge was stupid."
"I know."
"I hated every second."
"I know."
"Can we go back to normal?"
Y/N pretended to think.
"Hmm..."
"Y/N."
"Maybe."
"Y/N."
She laughed.
"Okay, okay. We can go back to normal."
The relief on Keonho's face was immediate.
Which was exactly when James spoke.
"Guys."
"What?"
"New bet."
"NO."
"Bet you can't confess—"
Keonho launched a pillow at James.
The entire room descended into chaos.
And Y/N couldn't stop smiling. 😭💕
it's 2:10 am. I'm hella tired and delirious
— poison & pretend.
marriage toxin au | kim juhoon
SYNOPSIS: You were supposed to be his next job. He made you a deal instead.
TAGS/WARNINGS: assassin AU, made up family shi, semi-fluff and dry humor, action, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, reader is a con artist/swindler, underground/Specialist world setting, the dates are a disaster and that's the point, Juhoon is oblivious, reader is running from their feelings professionally, one (1) kidnapping, tracker chip used as a love language apparently, i know this is marriage toxin inspired but i wanted it to be still different leave me alone
w.c: 5474
The thing about being a con artist is that you develop a very specific sense for danger.
— poison & pretend.
marriage toxin au | kim juhoon
SYNOPSIS: You were supposed to be his next job. He made you a deal instead.
TAGS/WARNINGS: assassin AU, made up family shi, semi-fluff and dry humor, action, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, reader is a con artist/swindler, underground/Specialist world setting, the dates are a disaster and that's the point, Juhoon is oblivious, reader is running from their feelings professionally, one (1) kidnapping, tracker chip used as a love language apparently, i know this is marriage toxin inspired but i wanted it to be still different leave me alone
w.c: 5474
The thing about being a con artist is that you develop a very specific sense for danger.
JUST JOKING ! '
🧃 : cortis' reactions to u ragebaiting them ! ^^
𝖢𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖲 ' ─── smau fluff lots of reaction images tinyy bit of cursing petnames ( baby , wife , princess ) martin lowk downbad ' ( daily clickk ) like and reblogg pls cuties 🥹
𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖾 ' 𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌 ! ─── back w another banger 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️ sorry to the anon who requested this a while back.. i was supposed to post this in june but oh well 🤷🏽♀️
anon req:
౨ৎ⋆˚。⋆ HOPELESSLY DEVOTED
pushed my love aside, ooh, hopelessly devoted (to you)
˙✦ z. yufan x f!reader alternatively titled: “life of a party girl.” &&. where you are a bit sick from alcohol and james is a lot sick from love <3 fluff. intoxicated reader. yearner best friend!james. pre-relationship. college au.
james was never really one to go out. he’d make an appearance at the occasional party — mostly when you dragged him out — but for the most part he was content to spend his friday nights getting dinner with friends and then turning in semi-early to watch k-dramas with his family when he was home for the weekend or read a book in the peace and quiet of his dorm on campus — which was exactly what he was doing when his doorbell rang about two minutes ago.
౨ৎ⋆˚。⋆ HOPELESSLY DEVOTED
pushed my love aside, ooh, hopelessly devoted (to you)
˙✦ z. yufan x f!reader alternatively titled: “life of a party girl.” &&. where you are a bit sick from alcohol and james is a lot sick from love <3 fluff. intoxicated reader. yearner best friend!james. pre-relationship. college au.
james was never really one to go out. he’d make an appearance at the occasional party — mostly when you dragged him out — but for the most part he was content to spend his friday nights getting dinner with friends and then turning in semi-early to watch k-dramas with his family when he was home for the weekend or read a book in the peace and quiet of his dorm on campus — which was exactly what he was doing when his doorbell rang about two minutes ago.
WE NEVER DATED ! — e. martin
PROLOGUE. where it all fell apart
synopsis ; You and Martin were inseparable as kids. but ever since he got a girlfriend, you decide to put your feelings aside and cut him off, focusing on your own idol career.
But now that he's also debuted—meaning that you'll be seeing him often in the building, Martin refuses to stop bugging you he finally finds out why you ghosted him in the first place.
ss count ; 12 pictures
warnings ; suicidal jokes
taglist ; open ! (comment on the masterlist)
MASTERLIST | PROLOGUE. | OO1. | OO2.
WE NEVER DATED — e. martin ᝰ .ᐟ
OO2. this gun ain't pink
synopsis ; You and Martin were inseparable as kids. but ever since he got a girlfriend, you decide to put your feelings aside and cut him off, focusing on your own idol career.
But now that he's also debuted—meaning that you'll be seeing him often in the building, Martin refuses to stop bugging you he finally finds out why you ghosted him in the first place.
ss count ; 19 pictures
word count ; 640+ words
warnings ; profanity
taglist ; open ! (comment on the masterlist)
MASTERLIST | OO1. | OO2. | OO3.
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ WHO KNOWS?
idol!juhoon x illit!reader ; crack + fluff + angst if you squint ; exes to lovers au ; swearing ; use of y/n
juhoon and reader were in a relationship way before debuting, but they slowly faded away from eachother thinking the other fell out of love when in reality they were both busy preparing their debuts. unexpectedly, they meet again at a concert of both their favourite singer.
part 1 , part 2
a/n: this is the 2nd part but can be read as a standalone! also how do you make moots on this app.. (anyone moot me pls 🥺)
> likes & reblogs are highly appreciated! 𖹭
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ WHO KNOWS?
idol!juhoon x illit!reader ; crack + fluff + angst if you squint ; exes to lovers au ; swearing ; use of y/n
juhoon and reader were in a relationship way before debuting, but they slowly faded away from eachother thinking the other fell out of love when in reality they were both busy preparing their debuts. unexpectedly, they meet again at a concert of both their favourite singer.
part 1 , part 2
a/n: this is the 2nd part but can be read as a standalone! also how do you make moots on this app.. (anyone moot me pls 🥺)
> likes & reblogs are highly appreciated! 𖹭
mission: get her back -AHN KEONHO
EX!cortis member! keonho X EX! katseye member! reader
synopsis: as members of two of the biggest idol groups in the industry, their relationship was falling apart. no matter how packed her schedule was as a KATSEYE member, y/n always made time for him. yet every time she needed him, he was too busy, too distracted, or simply not there. after months of feeling unloved and forgotten, y/n finally reached her breaking point and ended their relationship. keonho was left devastated, by the time he realized how much he had taken her for granted, it was already too late. now, with y/n keeping her distance and their careers constantly putting them in each other's orbit, keonho is determined to get his girl back.
PROLOGUE
AUTHORS NOTE- hi guys! I told y'all id be back with more ficsss, hopefully you guys liked my martin fic, I worked really hard on it! if you guys have any ideas or recommendations to help this new story grow and keep it alive (since I high-key get writers block) feel free to comment your ideas! same goes for any new stories as-well that you guys want me to write! thank you for the support❣️
-cari 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 ♡
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between the keys
synopsis; what starts as a quiet after-school piano lesson quickly spirals into a sweet, dizzying string of stolen kisses as the sheet music is completely forgotten
tags; nonidol!martin x reader highschool au fluff drabble 1553 words
notes; got this idea on the way home from school — arghh i really need to get back into playing piano
the afternoon sun was filtering through the blinds of martin’s bedroom, casting long, golden stripes across the polished wood of his upright piano. it was a completely ordinary tuesday. you were just a normal student trying not to fail your music elective, and martin was just the quiet guy from your grade who happened to be good enough to help you pass.
"no, wait, your thumb goes on middle c for this chord," martin muttered softly, his voice low and steady in the quiet room.
he was sitting right next to you on the narrow wooden bench. there really wasn't much space, meaning every time you shifted or took a breath, your shoulders brushed. martin wasn't smooth, and he wasn't trying to be. he was just focused on the sheet music, his neatly rolled-up sleeves revealing his forearms as his fingers hovered over the keys.
but because he didn't really spend time around girls, the proximity felt heavy. you could smell the faint, clean scent of his laundry detergent, and whenever you accidentally messed up a note, you could see the slight jump in his jawline.
"like this?" you asked, pressing the keys down. a sharp, discordant sound echoed through the room.
martin let out a small, breathless huff that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. "not quite. look."
he leaned in a little closer to demonstrate. his left hand brushed against your thigh as he braced himself on the bench, while his right hand gently covered yours, his warm fingers guiding your hand into the correct position. the sudden heat of his skin against yours made your breath hitch. you stopped looking at the piano entirely, your eyes tracking the slope of his nose, the serious concentration in his eyes, and the way his lower lip was tucked slightly between his teeth.
martin pressed the keys down, the perfect chord echoing and then fading into the silence of the room. he didn't pull his hand away.
slowly, he turned his head. because he was already leaning in, your faces were only inches apart. up close, you could see the exact moment his professional tutor filter completely dissolved. his chest rose and fell in a shallow breath, his eyes darting down to your lips before locking back onto yours. he looked incredibly human, a little vulnerable, and completely captivated.
"martin," you whispered, the sound barely carrying in the quiet space between you.
"yeah?" he murmured back, his voice suddenly rougher, losing all its academic stiffness.
he didn't say anything else. he didn't need to. martin closed the remaining distance between you, his hand sliding from your fingers up to the side of your neck, his thumb resting gently against your jawline.
the kiss was hesitant at first, a soft, questioning press of his lips against yours that made your heart do a sudden flip. but as you melted into it, hands gripping the edge of the wooden bench to keep your balance, martin let out a quiet sigh against your mouth. the kiss deepened, turning sweet and slow, completely untangled from the rest of the world. his fingers tangled slightly in your hair, pulling you just a fraction closer, until the piano elective and the sheet music were completely forgotten.
when he finally pulled away, his lips parted slightly as he caught his breath, his thumb still resting on your jaw. his cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, and he looked a little dazed, as if he couldn't quite believe he had actually just done that.
"sorry," he whispered automatically, his usual polite, quiet nature kicking back in, though his eyes were still incredibly dark and focused entirely on you. "i... i shouldn't have distracted you from the lesson."
you couldn't help but smile at how endearing he was, even right after kissing you. "martin, i think i was already pretty distracted."
a small, relieved smile broke across his face, melting away the last bit of his nervousness. he didn't move away. instead, his eyes drifted back down to your mouth, his gaze lingering there for a second before he leaned back in.
this second kiss was different. it wasn't hesitant at all. it was warmer, more confident, his lips sliding over yours with a soft, natural rhythm that felt like they belonged there. your hands moved from the bench to rest against his chest, feeling the steady, rapid thumping of his heart beneath his shirt. martin let out another quiet sigh, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his other hand coming up to rest gently on your waist, pulling you just a little bit tighter against him on the narrow bench.
when you both finally parted for air again, your foreheads rested together. you were both smiling, breathing a little heavily in the quiet room.
martin let out a small, breathless laugh, his fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "we are definitely not finishing this chapter today," he murmured, his thumb trailing down your cheek.
"is that a problem, teacher?" you teased softly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
martin stared at you for a heartbeat, his heart skipping a beat at your tone. the absolute lack of his usual restraint was almost dizzying. "not at all," he whispered.
he didn't waste any more time talking. martin leaned down and claimed your lips for a third time, a sweet, lingering kiss that tasted like the quiet safety of his bedroom and the fading afternoon sun. it was slow and deep, a silent promise that things were changing between you.
eventually, the golden hour started to fade into dusk, and the reality of the clock meant you actually had to leave. you packed your notebook and your heavy sheet music into your bag while martin stood by his desk, awkwardly running a hand through his hair, suddenly looking like the quiet, polite guy from school again—except his lips were slightly redder and his eyes followed your every move.
he insisted on walking you out, carrying your heavy backpack for you down the stairs and through the quiet hallway of his house.
when he opened the front door, the cool evening air hit you both. you stepped out onto the paved driveway, the streetlamps just starting to flicker to life. martin stopped near the edge of the lawn, handing your bag back to you. he looked a little anxious, probably wondering how to say goodbye after everything that had happened on that piano bench.
"so," you said, slipping the backpack straps over your shoulders. you looked up at him, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "thanks for the lesson, martin. i think i really learned a lot today."
martin’s cheeks flushed pink in the dimming light. "yeah. um. anytime. we can do the next chapter on thursday." He cleared his throat, looking down at you expectantly, his posture leaning in just a fraction, clearly hoping for one last real kiss before you left.
instead, you decided to tease him.
you went up on your tiptoes, making him lean down slightly, but instead of finding his lips, you shifted at the last second. you pressed a soft, lingering kiss right against his cheek, right on his warm cheekbone.
"see you on thursday," you whispered right against his skin.
you pulled back, gave him a sweet, innocent wave, and turned around to start walking down the driveway toward the sidewalk, feeling incredibly proud of yourself when you heard his breath hitch in surprise.
you only made it three steps.
suddenly, a hand caught your wrist. it wasn't rough, but it was firm and deliberate. before you could even register it, martin gently but quickly pulled you back toward him. your back flushed against his chest for a split second before he spun you around to face him.
all of his shy, quiet tutor energy was completely gone.
"not so fast," martin murmured, his voice incredibly low, a dark spark of confidence in his eyes that made your stomach completely drop in the best way possible.
before you could even laugh or say anything about his sudden boldness, he cupped the back of your head with his hand, his fingers tangling securely in your hair, and brought his lips down onto yours right there in the middle of his driveway.
this kiss was deep, breathless, and utterly dizzying. it was the kind of kiss that made your knees feel weak, completely wiping the teasing smile right off your face as you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. he kissed you with a quiet intensity, his other hand gripping your waist tightly, pulling you so close there was absolutely no space left between you. the cool evening air around you didn't even matter anymore; all you could feel was the warmth of his mouth and the frantic, heavy beat of his heart.
when he finally broke the kiss, he didn't let you go right away. he stayed close, his thumb gently stroking your jawline as you both caught your breath in the twilight.
martin looked down at you, a small, knowing smirk finally breaking across his face as he noticed how flushed and speechless you suddenly were.
"now you can go," he whispered softly, his voice full of affection. "see you on thursday."
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“papa, go— agh!” lucian squeaks like a chew toy when sylus squeezes him tighter in his arms.
kyros relishes in the feeling, chest gently tucked beneath the weight of his father’s forearm.
“go, out! time t’sleep!” lucian insists, pressing his palms against sylus’s jaw. they are met with little pecks and kisses from the stubborn dragon. “my race car bed!”
kyros is already half asleep.
“lucian, i thought we talked about sharing.” sylus titters, eyes closed. he rubs salt in the child’s woes when he snuggles further into the pillows.
“no more!” lucian strains, pushing, pushing, pushing at sylus’s shoulder. “space! fo’me!”
sylus doesn’t budge even a little. “shh, your brother is asleep.”
“hmph!” having given up, lucian wriggles out of his big lizard papa’s embrace, takes his blanket and his worn out stuffed dragon, juice, and trudges out of the bedroom.
“lucian!” sylus calls, but makes no movement to follow.
he grumbles. it looks like he’s upset two of his family members today.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆
“papa, go— agh!” lucian squeaks like a chew toy when sylus squeezes him tighter in his arms.
kyros relishes in the feeling, chest gently tucked beneath the weight of his father’s forearm.
“go, out! time t’sleep!” lucian insists, pressing his palms against sylus’s jaw. they are met with little pecks and kisses from the stubborn dragon. “my race car bed!”
kyros is already half asleep.
“lucian, i thought we talked about sharing.” sylus titters, eyes closed. he rubs salt in the child’s woes when he snuggles further into the pillows.
“no more!” lucian strains, pushing, pushing, pushing at sylus’s shoulder. “space! fo’me!”
sylus doesn’t budge even a little. “shh, your brother is asleep.”
“hmph!” having given up, lucian wriggles out of his big lizard papa’s embrace, takes his blanket and his worn out stuffed dragon, juice, and trudges out of the bedroom.
“lucian!” sylus calls, but makes no movement to follow.
he grumbles. it looks like he’s upset two of his family members today.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆