lena ⋆˚꩜.ᐟ

hi. i literally just post wtv. she/her. minor.♡ 🇵🇭

[tinybitofhope]

i suppose i must do an intro post….

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hi! im lena, or hops

i ult skz and bnd !!! please please talk to me abt them. i bias han and taesan!

i do a lot of fandom posting and just posting whatever is on my mind

my pronouns are she/her and im bisexual with a male pref

saw enhypen 5.1.24 !!

saw skz at lolla 8.2.24 !!!!

im a proud Catholic!! so ya know, if ur against us, just dont be a jerk lmfao

INFP-T

middle child (help. jk. not really)

birthday is december 16, and that makes me a sagittarius !!

filipino. I LOVE BEING PINOY !!!!

my favorite song is probably truman by stray kids or maybe by han jisung or 123-78 by boynextdoor. you can tell i like my skz and bnd 😅

i have a cool writing side blog

im a libero/ds in volleyball, so please please talk to me abt vball!!!!

my fandoms

newjeans, stray kids (skz), enhypen, boynextdoor, jacksons diary (jd), the world of mr plant (twomp), hamilton, riordanverse (rrverse), when i fly towards you (wifty), school bus graveyard, haikyuu, cherry crush

kins/bias list (pink is my faves/ults)

leo valdez, nico di angelo, will solace, sadie kane, jimmy kaga ricci, lister bird, david miller, angelica schuyler, nick nelson, darcy olsson, zuko, han jisung, kim minji, jake sim, taesan (han dongmin), sugawara koushi, yamaguchi tadashi, crush, jiwoong, juwon

my interests are

literally my fandoms above ^^, music, kdramas, books, pinterest, SUDOKU!!!, sewing but i’ve no ideas and js started lmao, skateboarding but i cant do anything, cats, working out, webtoons, and stuff like that

my music taste and fave artists (pink are the ones i listen to as of lately/the most)

laufey, mitski, stray kids, enhypen, txt, boynextdoor, zerobaseone, cortis, lngshot, kpop in general hah, current joys, wave to earth, beabadobee, jazzy songs, skater type songs idk, opm (original pinoy music), indie, dreamy songs, gacha life songs (brings back the memories haha). kinda just listen to any kinda music so like......

other socials

spotify- lena>>

pinterest- wantx0theworld

pronouns page

[gardenspells]

just a friendly reminder that this blog hates ICE

[pwblant]

you’re so annoying! (not really) — k.wh hc

♰ pairing: bf!woonhak x gn!reader

♰ warnings: none! just fluff

♰ wc: 810

♰ a/n: bf woonhak headcannons wherein he’s too downbad so he lets you do anything you want to him and he WILL comply with whatever antics you’re up to. based on this clip 📼 yay! i had fun writing these and i hope yg have fun reading it too 🫪

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bf! woonhak who replies with “no” after you ask him to wash the dishes because you had just stolen his favorite character in mario party. in the same minute, he proceeds to make his way over to the sink anyway because he just wanted the feeling of saying no but couldn’t actually bring himself to mean it.

bf! woonhak who pretends to be irritated by you laughing at your reels just so you can show it to him. “why are you laughing so loud???!” “hak look 😭😭😭” you face your screen towards him and he bursts out into laughter. the two of you end up watching reels together for an hour straight until both of your cheeks start to hurt from laughing.

bf! woonhak who hates when his members tease him by lifting up the sleeves of his shirt to show his arm muscles but secretly loves when you do it to him. at first he’d be kinda shy but after knowing that you enjoy seeing his arms he lets you do it to him as many times as you want. sometimes he’d even do it himself while talking to you because he knows you’re going to get distracted.

bf! woonhak who can’t help but love when you start braiding his hair or when you give him little pigtails. his pride and ego completely dissipates when you’re around—he endures every moment if it means you’re having fun. he’d pretend to complain and yet once you stop and do something else on your phone, he’d look over and say, “…why’d you stop?”

bf! woonhak who is the type to be lying down on the couch perfectly at peace while listening to music. it stays like that until you flop down on him, which earns you the biggest groan known to mankind as if you had just crushed every bone in his body… in the middle of his little tantrum he doesn’t notice but one of his hands are already reaching to rub your back.

bf! woonhak who always HAS to take photobooth pictures with you because you have an obsession with them. every photobooth you see you must take. he would complain and say “it’s a waste of money and paper” yet he sticks it on his pegboard and decorates it as soon as he gets home.

bf! woonhak who cannot resist you fixing his hair in public, even if he’s grumbling, “stop… people are looking.” meanwhile, he’s already lowering his head just so you won’t have a hard time reaching it. same goes for fixing his collar whenever he likes to wear his loose polo over a tank top. he just thinks it’s cute that you want to make him look presentable anytime anywhere and lowkey wants to let others look.

bf! woonhak who gets afraid to move because you’re sleeping so comfortably on him. his legs could feel numb and like they’re about to fall off. he could desperately need a glass of water. but no. none of that is important enough for him to get up and disturb you.

bf! woonhak who always wants to pay for the food, no matter if it was his or your idea to eat out. “this one’s on me!” you say, holding your money up and blocking his hands from reaching into his wallet. he argues back saying he wants to do it but backs down seeing you get so happy to pay. you happily smile at him as he puts the money in the bill, not knowing he had already switched his with yours.

bf! woonhak who has gotten used to hearing, “hold this really quick,” before random things start getting thrown onto his hands. your phone. your bag. your shopping basket. at this point, he automatically reaches out and ends up holding your things for not a “really quick” time.

bf! woonhak who enjoys grocery shopping with you. normally, if he were alone, shopping for food would feel closer to a chore. but when you’re there, he loves it mostly because you keep trying to sneak snacks into the cart while insisting, “we need this.” he always notices but chooses to laugh and pay for them anyway.

bf! woonhak who wants to be needed by you. he still gets a little smile every time he hears you call his name from another room. no matter what he’s doing, he drops it and shouts his automatic answer, “coming!”

because living with you—even sharing the most ordinary days with you—means that things get twice as long to finish and simple moments turn into ones he’ll always remember. laundry takes more time because you keep distracting him and dinner comes by later because cooking turns into dancing in the kitchen. little by little, errands start feeling more like dates. and yet somehow, every inconvenience becomes his favorite part of the day, simply because it leads to spending more time with you.

© pwblant 2026

[ahmadsfamily]

Unfortunately, I am fading 💔

The unbearable conditions we are living through in Gaza are slowly breaking me, and I have no strength left.

At the same time, my father is in critical condition and needs daily medication that we can no longer afford. Every day without treatment puts his life at serious risk.

We are living through something beyond our ability to endure.

If you’re reading this, please don’t scroll away. Your help could save my father’s life.

Please support us and share our story 🙏💔

📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.

[eu4mi]

Cortis x maknae (like a few months younger than Keonho) 6th member reader. Cortis babying her at every given chance 🤭

THE BABY OF THE GROUP

➪ pairing : ot5 cortis x 6th member reader

➪ summary : you didn’t think that being the youngest in the group meant that everyone would treat you like a literal baby.

➪ other notes : this was so cutie to write AHHH i’m the youngest of almost all my friends so i related to this so hard and also HAPPY 100 DAYS CORTIS <3 i’ve been a pre debut fan since 08/11 and i’m already so incredibly proud of them.

for a group who didn’t care much about age, you sure were treated like glass by everyone around you. the fans would baby you at any opportunity, saying how you were 5 minutes old and how you need to go back to kindergarten. it was all in playful fun and you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention. but that also came with the consequence of your five older members to also act like you were national treasure.

james swore that he’d be the only one in the group to scold you when you were in the wrong. what he didn’t realize was that scolding actually meant softly telling you when not to do something. almost like someone telling a puppy not to chew their shoes but oh the puppy is too adorable and eh it’s just a pair of slippers, no big deal ! the one time james did try to reprimand you in a serious tone, he immediately stopped and crumbled when he saw tears starting to brim at your eyes. from that point forward, he told himself that he’d defend you against anyone who opposes you instead of going against you.

juhoon at first didn’t care that you were younger, age wasn’t a factor. until he starts indulging into all of your behavior, good and sometimes annoying. you want some of his food and are already picking at it ? he’s scooting his plate closer to you. you want to buy something but can’t afford it because you have bad spending habits ? he’s checking to see if he has enough money. you need to rant about something ? he’s all ears. juhoon never makes a big deal out of it because he doesn’t think he’s doing anything. no he’s not babying you, he would do it with the other members ! except he doesn’t.

you know who does make a big deal about taking care of you though ? martin. he could open a bottle of water for you, that you didn’t even ask him to open, and he’ll boast about how he’s your favorite member ( you’ve never said that ). if you’re short, even better, he’s purposely putting everything in the highest cabinet so you’ll ask for his help. when you appear in front of the camera during a live, he’ll loudly say “y’all thats my little sister,” and you just side eye him. it’s a love and hate relationship, he absolutely adores you and you lowkey want him to stop being clingy. but it’s okay because you deal with him regardless.

seonghyeon’s big brother instinct immediately jumps to the forefront of his mind. he’s the first one to tease you but also the first to jump in and help you. he’ll mimic you if you mispronounce your words, to the point where he’s just ragebaiting you for fun to see your reaction. seonghyeon would box the air around you, no real reason. oh but don’t get me started on when you start crying. he brings you into a tight hug, reassuring you that everything will be okay. he loves tormenting you but he hates when anyone else does it and makes you feel bad about yourself. even if it’s the other members, he’ll jump in if he thinks they’re taking it too far. they never are but all he sees is someone attacking his child.

your maknae duo, keonho gets the worst case of cuteness aggression. are you younger by just a few months ? yes. does he care ? no, not at all. he didn’t think it would matter especially because you two are similar in age but all he sees is an overgrown toddler. his smiles get wider whenever you do something semi impressive. keonho loves squeezing your cheeks just to provoke a reaction. but in a way, he also likes when you treat him like a baby. and even though he’s older than you, he seeks for your attention and validation like a little brother would. both of you are babies with bigger brains but babies nonetheless.

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[nicothespy]

here’s my contribution to day 1 of pjo pride month. pls boost (rb etc) bc i might or might not have spent 12 hours on this. i started yesterday. i did not sleep. i am so sleepy rn i might knock out

anyway yay nico di angelo [boost my tiktok post here]

[hagiomoto]

https://www.reuters.com/legal/litigation/muslim-man-stabbed-multiple-times-utah-over-his-religion-police-say-2026-07-15/

[hotvampireadjacent]

I had to do a little digging for this. The article leaves the victims name out but mentions a go fund me.

I was able to find an article mentioning his name that directly linked to his gofundme https://www.the-independent.com/news/world/americas/crime/larsen-sohail-muslim-utah-stabbing-b3015105.html his name is Sohail if you have any money to help his recovery

https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-sohails-recovery-after-hate-crime-attack please keep him in your thoughts and donate if you are able

Donate to Support Sohail’s Recovery After Hate Crime Attack, organized by Luna Nunez

Sohail is a devoted husband and father who has always worked hard to supp… Luna Nunez needs your support for Support Sohail’s Recovery After

[hagiomoto]

Thank you! I am kinda pissed off that the news outlet leave out the gfm link but i guess that's their SOP over there

[loveyladyfingers07]

[altheangels]

what cat?

ahn keonho `` ؛༊

in which ; keonho finds out that you love cats and takes the opportunity to slide into your dms, faking that he has a cat of his own.

───── hi guys my very first post! #hopeulikeit and #letsnotflop. also i need friends does anyone wanna be moots!

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[ceesqu4red]

STAND STILL - EOM SEONGHYEON ⋆˚꩜｡

SYNOPSIS: seonghyeon just wants you to stay still, especially when all he can think about is you - or rather, your lips. eom seonghyeon x f!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: um… hot stove? skinship/kissing, seonghyeon clingy af as fuck WC: 1.3k

NOW PLAYING: stand still, sabrina claudio (4:43 min)

MIXTAPE: MASTERLIST

seonghyeon nearly crashes into the wall walking through the front door.

he can hear your little giggle at his commotion, floating in from where you’re currently strewn across the couch. a movie is playing on the tv, background noise as you stand to greet him.

‘hi, hyeon. you alright there? almost brought the shoe rack down.’ your arms encircle his waist as seonghyeon groans in exhaustion.

‘missed you today.’ he mumbles into your neck, breath coming out in slow puffs as he relaxes in the presence of you.

‘yeah?’

‘yeah.’

another beat passes, slow and languid, the pair of you standing in the middle of the living room as seonghyeon decompresses. the only light source is from the kitchen, spilling onto the floorboards.

‘you hungry?’ his head moves against your neck yes, ‘let me make you some ramen, okay?’

your arms move to detach from where they’ve found a home around his middle, though your movements are halted by a faint murmur.

‘wait, stand still.’

‘what’s wrong? you don’t want to eat?’

‘no i wanna, just one thing first.’ seonghyeon lifts his head away from where he’s been buried against your skin for the past minute, hands travelling to the sides of your face.

your own hands move to relax against his chest, feeling the slow, consistent thump underneath. it was interesting, seonghyeon thinks, how his heartbeat had never really quickened around you, always slowing down instead.

you’d explained it to him one night in bed, ear above his heart as his fingers ran up and down your spine. something about the brain releasing oxytocin and the nervous system calming. he had agreed silently, thinking it was beautiful that someone could be safe enough for another to slow down.

he was safe now, thumb brushing against the line of your jaw, other hand lowering to where your neck and shoulder meet.

‘want a kiss first.’

‘you stopped me from feeding you because you want a kiss.’ an amused smirk makes its way onto your face.

seonghyeon, dead serious, smooths out the curl of your lips, nodding slightly before lowering his forehead to meet yours.

‘been thinking ‘bout it all day, baby. keonho was getting on my nerves and i kept thinking that, if you were there, i could’ve kissed you,’ his lips land on your forehead.

‘or held you,’ kiss on your left cheek.

‘or complained about how tough the choreo was and you’d comfort me.’ another on your nose.

his eyes are half-open, have been since he walked (or rather, crashed) through the door a few minutes ago. they lower to meet yours, sincere and earnest and desperate.

‘just kiss me already, stupid.’

he listens, always does when it comes to you.

it’s soft, almost like a wave crashing onto shore as he finally feels your mouth move against his.

slow, as he revels in the relief of your touch.

reverent, cradling your face as you grip his shirt, pulling him closer towards you.

when you part from each other, gradually, as if the separation of skin might hurt (which it does for seonghyeon, deep in his heart) he chases after your lips, left hand travelling down to your lower back.

you oblige, letting him graze his right thumb against your brow bone before tilting his head towards you again. there was that faint taste of vanilla and coffee he always carried, undoubtedly from his caffeine overconsumption he never admits to.

seonghyeon decides, in that moment, tongue licking lazily at your lower lip, your mouth might be the means to his death, and also the reason he chooses rebirth.

he can feel you pull away from him, mouth red and slightly glossy from your lip balm.

‘better?’

he pretends to think, shifting you in his arms before diving onto the couch, using you as cushioning.

your laugh rings out, echoing against the walls of the apartment as he hides his smile in the crook of your neck. seonghyeon raises his head as quiet starts to settle again, smiling unhurriedly at your slightly unimpressed look.

‘can you make me ramen now?’

‘unbelievable.’ but you still shift under the weight of him, moving towards the kitchen.

as the water boils, he makes his way towards where you’re leaning against the bench top. in front of you, it’s clear that seonghyeon’s about to fall asleep standing, so you open your arms, and he falls into them without argument.

his head rests against your shoulder, and you let yours fall against his mess of hair.

‘tired?’

‘mhm.’

he stands upright, arms moving to surround your body with his own, before placing a feathery kiss against your cheek bone. his eyes are shut by now, lashed fluttering against the smooth expanse of his skin.

‘hyeon.’

‘hm.’

‘go to bed.’

‘no, wanna eat first.’ seonghyeon’s words are slurring a little, giving away the full extent of his exhaustion.

you try and manoeuvre yourself from where he has you trapped against the bench, but he’s having none of it.

‘stay still, baby.’ you listen, movements halting for a second because he sounds needy.

‘the water’s boiling now, lovie. don’t you want food?’

an unintelligible noise comes out of his mouth, though it’s replaced by one of surprise from you as he captures your lips in yet another kiss.

this one is a little more frantic, a little less careful, like he has feelings to convey that can’t be said. it’s yearning, the way seonghyeon’s gripping onto the back of your shirt like you’re his last hope.

and maybe you are, considering the fact that his days are spent with four other boys who don’t understand the full capacity of his love for you.

when you push at his chest for air, he gives the space reluctantly, physically unwilling to give you too much of it. now that he has you in his atmosphere, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to keep you in it.

‘you’re so clingy tonight, hyeon. you okay?’ your fingers weave their way into his hair, massaging slowly as his eyes waver shut again.

‘missed you, s’all.’

‘i can tell. feels like you’re trying to eat me.’ he laughs at that, little huffs that come out slower than usual.

you manage to twist yourself out of his grasp, tending to the stove as seonghyeon wraps himself around you again. he’s not speaking and neither are you, content to let the late night fade into this one moment of peace.

when you bring the pot over to the bench, silent eyes instructing him to sit and eat, something descends in seonghyeon’s chest, slow, and steady, the same way your eyes map out his movements. it’s in that moment he realises there may never come a day where he himself may comprehend the love he carries for you, much less anyone else around him. and he thinks he’s okay with that, as long as you allow him to spend the rest of your shared lifetime trying to show it to you.

your elbows lean against the counter, observing the sharp slant of his nose, the pink of his cheeks, feeling a warmth only seonghyeon’s presence delivers.

‘eat fast, baby. i wanna sleep.’

your words, though carrying a teasing lilt, are soft, affectionate, entirely only for him in a way that seems too intimate even between the two of you.

internally, while sneaking glances at each other, seonghyeon thinks: he’s glad you stayed still when he asked, because the mouth can convey more than just words.

and your mouth might just be the prettiest translator he’s ever encountered.

‘time stands still,

while we stand here’

seonghyeon bias wrecks sb i haven’t written anything for juhoon… and i KNOW i said angst next but… domesticity 🙁🙁🙁 also life update i’ve been diagnosed anaemic wow!! be prepared i WILL be blaming writer’s block on this. - ceecee’s contribution ⋆˚࿔♫⋆˚࿔

[my1003soda]

kissing boys is not something i do often

╰┈➤ in which: your cute bf seonghyeon wants to kiss you but hes a nervous teenage boy with a fat crush on you

pairing: eom seonghyeon x gf(?) reader

˗ˏˋ wc: 676 >.o

contains : fluff, one (1) kiss, reader calls him hyeon, handholding, set in the dorm, martin mentioned, kinda established relationship but still new, reader is referred to as a girl once, lowercase intended <3

forgive me if this is inaccurate to real life i've only ever kissed girls before...

seonghyeon absolutely knows he likes you.

the problem is that the realization makes him shy. very shy. 

which sucks. because he also knows he wants to kiss you.

one late night, you ended up next to each other on the dorm couch, some movie playing on his laptop (or maybe it was martin’s? they share everything so it wouldn't be a surprise) perched on the ottoman, shoulders just barely touching and a light blanket draped over your legs.

the other four are out, you think. it’s a little too quiet for them to be home.

seonghyeon is quietly holding your hand, as he does all the time (eom seonghyeon handholding final boss), but he keeps fidgeting. keeps looking at you, then away, then back again. 

like he’s trying to summon the courage to say something, but it’s just not working out the way he wants.

eventually you squeeze his hand.

“you’re thinking really hard.”

his ears tinge a little red almost immediately.

“‘s a good movie,” he quips.

his eyes are trained to the laptop screen.

“hyeon.”

“what? you’d believe me if you were paying attention…”

you roll your eyes and sigh, breath stuttering into a soft laugh. he glances at you, and then away again, like your smile is too bright to process at this proximity.

and then he lets out this embarrassed breath that’s supposed to be a laugh, but feels more like releasing tension in his chest.

cute.

then, brown eyes find your pretty face again, gaze framed by soft eyelashes.

this time he doesn't look away. (barely)

his smile softens and the air falls into something quieter, closer, warmer. maybe it’s the way he looks at you so fondly, maybe it’s because it’s almost midnight and he's been slaving away in the practice room all day.

the movie is reduced to background noise.

you feel his thumb brush against yours. once, twice, and then, quietly –

“can i kiss you?”

for a second you swear you hear seonghyeon’s heartbeat over his voice.

when your eyes meet his, his lips are slightly parted as he blinks at you. there's a beat of silence, and then you give him a small nod and a low mhm and his whole posture melts a little bit. cautious fingers come up to trace your exposed shoulder, and he slowly inches closer. so slowly. 

he starts to lean in and then pauses, probably realizing this is real and exactly what he's wanted for weeks, so you close the distance for him and press your lips to his, feather-light. if he didn't know any better he’d think you were teasing him. but he does, so he concludes that you know he’s nervous (and that he really likes you), and thus taking this kiss impossibly slow.

there's a faint shiver that you pray he doesn't notice, it dances down your back when his fingers travel up to the side of your neck, his thumb finding your cheek.

it’s so obvious he's thought about this before. dreamt of it, of you.

i mean, you’re his dream girl, forgive the theatrics, and he would never ever phrase it like that, but it’s true. he really does like you.

your lips are gentle and patient, and he matches you, kisses you like you're something precious. like he’s been waiting a long time but doesn't want to rush, doesn't want to lose the softness of this moment.

when you part, there’s this look on his face like he's processing what just happened, but it only lasts for a second. or you think, because he ducks his head and exhales sharply, flustered. happy. your palm smoothes over his chest, soothing his quick heartbeat with a doting smile that only makes his ears burn more.

there's nothing more embarrassing than how cute you think he is (according to eom seonghyeon).

after a minute, his fingers lace with yours again, familiar, and he gets that little upside down grin that makes you wanna microwave him (or something). and then you tease him quietly about him teasing you about not paying attention while he silently thanks the room’s darkness for camouflaging his flushed features. ><

──────────────    @my1003soda  2026 <3

first writing post 🥹 i hope this isnt absolute buns n i hope yall really like it >< , pls give feedback in the replies !!! engagement is rlly appreciated <3 if youre interested pls check out my other posts i make moodboards and my inbox and requests are open for that !!! :3

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[datadegroove-deactivated2026042]

yooo how do I get out lol 😂 how do i get out of here 😅😭

[jjudawn]

WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO RUDE?

synopsis: your father absolutely refuses to give martin his blessing for him to marry you, but fails to consider that martin just might marry you anyway.

word count: 3.0k

info+warnings: inspired by Rude, delinquent!martin, fluff, mild angst?, young marriage, sneaking around, climbing through windows, strict father, defiance, kissing

Martin should have known better than to believe that the man who hated his entire existence would suddenly change his mind.

"You must be out of your damn mind if you think I'd let you marry my daughter."

The words still rang in his ears as he walked away from your porch, the door slamming shut between him and your father's scowling face.

He couldn't blame the man, really. Martin knew what kind of person he was: a teenage delinquent that only gets himself into trouble, and would likely drag you straight into it sooner or later.

He himself still couldn't quite understand what about him had actually managed to win you over initially. You were everything he was not: a rule follower, an academic, someone with a much more promising future than the one Martin possessed. So how you found him to be anything other than a walking red flag was a mystery that kept him up at night.

He remembered the first time you'd spoken to him behind the gym in your second year of high school, his knuckles were bloody and his temper was still running hot. You'd appeared out of nowhere, holding out a crumpled napkin from the cafeteria.

"You're bleeding," you'd said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Not your problem," he'd muttered, trying to brush past you.

But you'd grabbed his wrist before he could fully turn the corner and pressed the napkin into his palm. "Just clean it up," you'd said. "You'll get blood on your shirt."

You then walked away, leaving him standing there with a bloody napkin and a strange feeling in his chest that he'd never quite managed to shake.

Martin had tried to push you away at first. He knew what people said about him: the troublemaker, the burnout, the kid who'd end up in juvie before graduation. He'd heard your father's warnings from across the street, loud enough to carry, "Stay away from that boy, Y/N. He's nothing but trouble."

Despite all of that you kept appearing.

You showed up at the diner where he worked, sitting in his section and ordering coffee you barely touched, just so you could talk to him during his break. You showed up at the auto shop, claiming your car needed an oil change, even though it was perfectly fine. You showed up at his apartment after he got suspended the second time, bringing takeout and a stubborn expression that said you wouldn’t leave under any circumstance.

"Why?" He’d finally asked you, exhausted and confused. "Why do you keep doing this? You know what I am. You've heard what everyone says."

You'd looked at him then, really looked, and said, "I see something they don't."

"What?"

"Someone who's trying."

And that was it. That was the moment Martin knew he was a goner.

It hadn't taken long for your father to work out that you had ignored all his prior warnings, though truly he should have realised it sooner.

You had been staying out much later than before, coming home with an almost lovesick grin. Your father knew you were in love—that wasn't hard to tell. Just in his own mind, the thought of you falling in love with the one boy he had forbidden you from even talking to was a concept so foreign, so utterly incomprehensible, that he simply refused to entertain it.

But the signs were all there. You'd rush through dinner just to get to your room and stare at your phone, waiting for a message whilst also deflecting his questions about your day with vague answers and quick subject changes.

It was only when your father found the crumpled napkin in your laundry with Martin's name scrawled on it in your handwriting, surrounded by tiny hearts, that the truth finally crashed down on him.

He'd confronted you that night, voice shaking with barely contained fury.

"Are you seeing that Martin boy?"

You'd looked at him, and for a moment, he only saw defiance in your gaze. "Yes," you'd said quietly. "I am."

The argument that followed was the worst you'd ever had. Your father had shouted until his voice went hoarse, listing every reason why Martin was wrong for you: his record, his reputation, his lack of prospects. You'd shouted back, defending him with a passion that only made your father angrier.

"He's not who you think he is, Dad. He's trying so hard. He's working two jobs, he's studying for school as best he can, he's—"

"He's a delinquent, Y/N. He's always been a delinquent, and he always will be. I won't let you throw your life away for someone like him."

"He's not a delinquent. He's just... he's just someone who never had anyone believe in him. Until me."

Your father had gone silent at that. Not because he agreed, but because he realised something crucial: you were in too deep. No amount of arguing would change your mind.

So he'd done the only thing he could think of. He'd banned you from seeing Martin, forbade you from leaving the house except for school and work, and took your phone, your laptop, everything that connected you to the outside world.

For a few weeks, it seemed to work. You and Martin had never shared a class at school, so he didn’t need to worry about that. Additionally, with so much surveillance surrounding you, you had practically given up even thinking of trying to find a way around it.

That was until one night a few weeks later when you were laying under the covers of your bed, staring at the ceiling with not a thought on your mind when the sound of something knocking on your window echoed through the room.

You sat up, heart pounding, and stared at the window. The blinds were drawn, but through the slats, you could make out a familiar silhouette you knew all too well crouched on the fire escape.

You scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over the blanket tangled around your ankles, and yanked the blinds open. There he was—grinning like an idiot, dirt smudged on his cheek, a small bag of takeout dangling from one hand. He was wearing that worn leather jacket you loved with the torn sleeve he refused to sew back together.

"Hey, princess," he whispered through the glass. "You miss me?"

You fumbled with the lock, pushing the window open as quietly as you could. Cold night air rushed in, carrying the scent of rain and city streets.

"What are you doing here?" You hissed. "My dad could hear you!"

"Your dad's probably knocked out asleep right now." He climbed through the window with practiced ease, landing silently on your bedroom floor. 

You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his jacket. "I thought I'd never see you again," you whispered, your voice cracking.

"Hey." He pulled back, cupping your face in his hands. "I told you. Nothing's keeping me away from you. Not your dad, not the cops, not anyone."

"Martin—"

"Three weeks, Y/N. I spent three weeks without you and I was going insane." He pressed his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to something raw and vulnerable. "I thought about calling your house, but I knew your dad would just make it worse. I had to wait until I could figure out a way to see you."

"You figured out the fire escape."

"I figured out the fire escape." He grinned, but there was something softer underneath it. "Took me two days to find the right route. Nearly fell off the third-floor landing, but hey—" He shrugged. "Worth it."

You laughed, a wet, shaky sound. "You're insane."

"Only for you." He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then pulled back to hold up the takeout bag. "I brought food. Your favourite dumpling place with the spicy sauce you like. Figured you probably haven't been eating much."

You hadn't. The past three weeks had been a blur of forced dinners and silent meals, your father's disapproving gaze boring into you from across the table. You'd lost weight, and Martin had noticed it the moment he climbed through your window. 

"You're too good to me," you said.

"Not possible." He set the bag on your desk and pulled you over to sit on the bed. "Now eat. I'll keep watch."

You sat together in the darkness, sharing dumplings and whispered conversations. 

"One day," he said, "I'm going to have a real place with a good job and be something your dad can't complain about."

"I don't care about any of that."

"I know." He smiled, but there was something serious in his eyes. "That's why I want to give it to you anyway. You deserve the world, Y/N. I'm going to figure out how to give it to you."

"I just want you," you said softly.

"Good." He leaned in, his lips brushing yours. "Because you've got me. For as long as you want me."

It was reckless and dangerous and every time you heard a floorboard creak, your heart stopped. But as you sat there in the dark, wrapped in Martin's arms, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Your father never caught the two of you, and gradually he granted you back your privileges, though that also stemmed from your absolute refusal to even look at him until he did so.

A part of you secretly knew that your father had probably worked out you were still seeing Martin. He wasn't stupid—he'd raised you, after all. He knew the stubborn set of your jaw, the defiant glint in your eyes when you were hiding something. He'd seen the way you'd started leaving your window unlocked again, the way you'd come downstairs with pillow creases on your cheek and a sleepy smile that had nothing to do with a good night's rest.

But he never said anything and you remained in this strange stalemate situation for the following couple of years.

It was an unspoken agreement, really. Your father pretended not to notice the faint smell of motor oil that sometimes clung to your clothes in the morning. He pretended not to hear the soft thud of footsteps on the fire escape at midnight. He pretended not to see the way your eyes lit up whenever your phone buzzed. And you, in turn, pretended not to notice the way your father started leaving the back door unlocked, or the way he'd conveniently be in the living room with the TV turned up too loud whenever Martin was climbing the fire escape.

It was a strange kind of peace. Fragile, particularly tenuous. But it was peace nonetheless.

Then, finally, graduation day arrived.

You walked across the stage in your cap and gown, your father watching from the front row with a carefully neutral expression. Martin was a few students behind you, wearing his best clothes underneath the gown that you had bought for his birthday, his grin so wide it looked like it might split his face.

After the ceremony, you found him in the parking lot, still in your gown, your diploma clutched in your hands.

"We did it," you said, laughing. "We actually did it."

"We did." He pulled you into his arms, spinning you around. "High school graduates. Can you believe it?"

"I can't believe you didn't drop out."

"Me neither." He set you down, his hands still on your waist. "But I had a good reason to stay."

"And what was that?"

He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "You."

You and Martin had separated before your father emerged between the cars with the promise of seeing each other tomorrow, however you failed to fully notice the strange glint in Martin’s eyes as he parted with you

The next morning, Martin showed up at your door, his hands shaking as he knocked.

You answered, still in your pajamas, your hair a mess. "Martin? What are you—"

"I'm here to ask your father for permission to marry you."

You stared at him for a few seconds. "Now? At eight in the morning?"

"Time's ticking." He tried to smile, but it came out nervous. "I've waited long enough. Three years. I'm not waiting anymore."

Your father appeared behind you, coffee mug in hand. He looked at Martin, then at the suit, then at the determined set of Martin's jaw.

"Y/N, go to your room," he said, his voice flat as you gave Martin a wary look before retreating, "you again."

"Yes, sir." Martin straightened his spine, watching you disappear into the background. "I'm here to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage."

Your father set down his coffee mug, and for a long moment he just looked at Martin. "You must be out of your damn mind," he said slowly, "if you think I'd let you marry my daughter."

"Sir, I know I'm not what you wanted for her. I know I've made mistakes. I know I don't have much—"

"You've barely got a diploma, an unsecure job at an auto shop, and a reputation that makes me want to lock my daughter in her room until she's thirty-five."

"I know, sir. But I love her. I've loved her since I was fifteen, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life taking care of her."

"You think that's enough?" Your father's voice was rising. "You think love is enough? You have no future, no prospects, no—"

"I'm going to marry her anyway."

Your father stopped mid-sentence. "What?"

"I said I'm going to marry her anyway." Martin lifted his chin, his voice steady. "With or without your blessing. With or without your approval. I love her, and she loves me, and we're getting married. I'm just sorry you won't be there to see it."

"Get out." Your father's voice was ice. "Get out of my house before I call the cops."

Martin nodded slowly. He'd expected this. He'd prepared for this. It still stung. He turned and walked down the steps, the door slamming behind him.

Five hours later, Martin stood in front of you at the courthouse, him having snuck you out of your room through the very window he had spent years crawling through.

You'd changed into a simple white dress that you had worn a few times in the summer. Martin was in his navy suit from the graduation, his eyes bright with unshed tears.

"Dearly beloved," the officiant droned, "we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony..."

Martin barely heard the words. He was too busy memorising the way you were looking at him like he was the only person in the world.

"Martin," you whispered, "you're crying."

"Am not."

"You totally are."

"It's allergies."

"You're such a liar."

He laughed, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. "Fine, maybe I'm a little emotional. You're marrying me, Y/N. Me. The guy who couldn't even pass English without your help."

"I think you're pretty great," you said softly. "I always have."

The officiant cleared his throat. "The rings?"

Martin fumbled in his pocket, pulling out the simple silver bands he'd saved up for. He slid one onto your finger—it was a little too big, but you didn't seem to care, you just stared at it like it was the most expensive piece of jewelry in the world.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Martin’s lips were on yours before you could fully process the words.

He kissed you like he was drowning and you were air. He was savouring the reality of this, you in his arms finally calling yourself his. Gradually it deepened, the years of longing and wanting pouring into every second your mouth remained on his.

When he pulled back, you were both breathless and grinning like idiots.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice rough and cracking. "I know I don't say it enough, but I do. I love you more than anything. More than I ever thought I could love anyone."

You cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. "I love you too. Even though you're insane."

A wet laugh escaped him, his shoulders shaking. "Especially because I'm insane?"

"Especially then." You smiled, soft and radiant. 

He kissed you again, softer this time, because he felt he had all the time in the world, and, really, he did. Nothing else mattered to him except the way your lips moved against his, the way your fingers tangled in his hair, the way your heartbeat matched his own.

When he finally pulled back, he was grinning like an idiot, tears still tracking down his cheeks. "Mrs. Edwards," he said, testing the words. "That has a nice ring to it."

You laughed, bright and beautiful. "Mr. L/N. That would have an even nicer ring to it."

"Hey." He poked your side. "I proposed first, that means you take my name."

"Fine." You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. "But only because I love you."

"That's the only reason I need."

The courthouse was small and dingy, the officiant was already shuffling papers, clearly eager to leave, the neon sign outside flickered and buzzed. It wasn't the wedding either of you had dreamed of. There were no flowers, no guests, no white dress with a long train.

But it was yours.

And as Martin pulled you into his arms, his lips pressed against your temple, he knew he'd never regret a single moment of it. "I'm going to give you everything," he whispered against your skin. "I don't have much now, but I will. A home, a future, a life you can be proud of. I promise."

"I already have everything I need," you whispered back. "I have you."

He pulled back, just enough to look at you. His eyes were red-rimmed, his smile shaky, his heart laid bare on his sleeve. "You really mean that?"

"Every word."

He kissed you one last time: deep, slow, full of all the promises he'd spend the rest of his life keeping.

Your father was going to be absolutely livid when he found out, though Martin didn't care.

He'd married you anyway.

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cortis fic recs pt. 1

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· ♡ · · tysm to the amazing creative minds of the writers for giving me sevaral moments of joy reading your creations

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boyfriend vs pc - ( @leaderwon ) smau, cracck, idol!cortis. asking them for a pc of another member. LMAOO why is martin doing the mosttt?? and imma also need that james pc

i want you so bad - ( @lyanftw ) smau, crack. "keonho trying to win over martin's nonchalant sister, who hes been crushing on for years" this is so funny lmaooo, keonho is such a crashout

sk8er boi! - ( @itaiyaki ) fluff, rom-com, established relationship. rodrick!martin x regina!reader concept, campus loser x queen bee trope. lmaooo this is so martin coded, he would bag the mean popular baddie fs

still into you - ( @eohyeons ) fluff, non idol au, early 2000s, rodrick!martin x regina!reader concept. "in which your idiot boyfriend climbs through your window to get you back", this whole concep is so peak, i love ittttt

fangirl - ( @nootalue ) smau, fluff, idol!martin x gf!reader. "your tiktok fyp is filled with edits of your boyfriend and you can’t stop watching them" valid asf

cat lover (?) - ( @lyanftw ) smau, fluff, crack. this is funnyyy, martin is lowk a crashout and sean been PLOTTING since day 1

ew! - ( @sinningsinister ) fluffy relationship moments. idol!james x 6th member!reader, "how each member found out about your relationship", this was so cute lmao

everybody here wants you - ( @teacuplps ) smau, crack, fluff, established relationship. idol!james x gf!reader. "crashing out over how everyone on twitter is suddenly also in love with your boyfriend" and its james pics on that one baseball stadium, valid

what´s your love language- ( @j4eyxn ) fluff, skinship. bf!cortis. these fit them so well! loved it

ignoring him for 24h - ( @coconhovr ) fluff. just bf!keonho getting a taste of his own medicing after being annoying asf 24/7, that man is a crashout

if you walk away, then don´t come back - ( @cortischronicles ) angst, comfort. idol!james being stubborn and hurtful just to end up screaming crying throwing up in less than 24h bc he´s a soft boy like that. if you´ve seen this blog before, you already know i love ts

cuteness aggression - ( @coconhovr ) fluff. just reader wanting to squeeze the life out of bf!juhoon bc he´s cute asf, she´s so real for that

the sound of her silence - ( @coconhovr ) FLUFF. idol bf!martin x deaf gf!reader. :((( this is SO CUTEEEEEE PLSSSSSS, im sobbing

my heart, it beats for you - ( @ihankaji ) fluff. idol bf!hyeon x idol gf!reader. LMAOOO this had me cackling, sean is funny and a cutie patootie

babyhyeon - ( @offnexnam ) fluff, crack. idol bf!heyon x gf!reader, not sean being bullied bc of a cringey cutesy pet name lmao, yall know you cant say sHIT in front of cortis