#fluff fic

synopsis: your boyfriend has a problem. he cant stop clinging to you, finding every excuse to cuddle right up next to you, sometimes even on you. but you want to show him you love him too, so you do what you do best.

word count: 836

“draco. youre acting like an actual pest—,” you say, trying to push his head away from where it rests on your chest. he resists, burying his face further into your pyjamas.

“draco.”

“yes, love?” he says, muffled through your clothes. he shifts, peering up at you with those mist-covered grey eyes you can never seem to resist.

“nothing.” you huff, threading your fingers through his hair, shifting his head back again so his face is pressed against your front.

“i can feel your stupid smirk.”

he laughs, palms cool by your waist, riding your shirt up a bit, making you gasp. “youre like a corpse. pale as one too,” you huff, bending your head down to kiss his hair.

he chuckles again, squeezing your waist. “yeah?”

you hum, slightly drifting off to sleep in your now basically shared bed in the single-bed dorm room you requested. “this defeats the purpose of having a single-person bedroom.” you say through a yawn.

“we know damn well you want me to be here.” he says with a half-smug smile. he shifts, starting to lightly kiss your neck, feeling your breathing grow more relaxed.

(Sae x f!reader)

“How do you like this one?”

Rin shrugs, “It’s lukewarm.”

“You said that about the last three as well!”

“Because it’s true.”

You roll your eyes and look at yourself in the huge mirror.

You’re wearing a big, beautiful dress with lots of ruffles which is tight around the waist paired with opera gloves.

“I like it. What do you think Sae will think?”

“Isn’t his opinion meaningless? It’s your wedding dress and your wedding.”

You pout, “Rinnie, you’re just the sweetest person on earth.”

Rin grunts. “Doesn’t mean I like that one.”

With a big sigh, you turn around and walk to the changing room with the help of the sales lady.

The next dress you’re trying on, is a tight, beautiful satin dress. It’s more simple than the ones you’ve tried before, but just as gorgeous.

A big smile widens across your face as you look at yourself in the mirror, “This one’s beautiful.”

“It’s awful.”

You gasp, “Rin! I find it very pretty.”

“You have bad taste then. Proven by your choice of man.”

That makes you roll your eyes.

“I picked one last one, Rinnie. If that’s not good, we’ll have to go to another store.”

He nods and exhales loudly. You know exactly that he just acts like he doesn’t want this. Sae told you how much Rin adores you.

The last dress is by far the most expensive.

It’s made out of beautiful white satin with small details and the material is bound around your torso tightly.

The rest of the dress falls straight to your ankles, small gemstones and flower embroidery continue on the way down. A bunch of satin slings around your waist, in a slightly different material, held together by a gorgeous clip, making the dress look like one of a princess.

“Wow…” you turn around to look at yourself from every angle. “Rinnie, I love this one.”

After a moment of silence, Rin nods. “It’s the best one yet.”

You gasp again, this time out of excitement. “You like it?? That’s amazing, Rin! We’ll take it!”

And that’s how Sae ended up paying a million $ for your Dress.

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pairing ! dean di laurentis x golden!reader

summary ! you catch dean's attention, but quickly shut it down because you don't do casual. dean persists anyway.

warnings ! fluff. mild talk of insecurities. dean is over being casual about everything. cutie patooties.

wc ! 2.7k

author's note ! i loved writing this and def think i will write more briar u boys with golden!reader !! not proof-read.

to be added to my taglist.

♡ sukuna overhears you defending him !

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the kitchen is warm with late evening light.

you’re sitting at the counter scrolling on your phone while waiting for the kettle to boil, occasionally humming to yourself between sips of tea.

from the living room, you can hear sukuna and uraume arguing about something completely ridiculous.

again.

“your strategy is inefficient,” uraume says flatly.

“your face is inefficient,” sukuna replies immediately.

you snort into your cup.

a few moments later, uraume walks into the kitchen looking deeply exhausted in a way only sukuna can cause.

“how have you tolerated him this long?”

you glance up innocently. “hm?”

uraume gestures vaguely toward the other room. “he’s rude, violent, egotistical, impossible to reason with, and refuses to admit when he’s wrong.”

from the living room:

“i can still hear you.”

“good,” uraume answers coldly.

you hide your smile behind your cup.

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♡ unfortunately, you think he’s cute ♡

“i think he’s sweet,” you say casually.

silence.

actual, genuine silence.

even the kettle seems stunned.

uraume stares at you like you just confessed to enjoying drywall as a snack.

“…sweet.”

“mhm.”

“ryomen sukuna.”

“that’s the one.”

from the other room comes the sound of movement.

Heavy movement.

Like somebody who definitely wasn’t listening suddenly deciding to relocate closer.

uraume narrows their eyes. “he threatened a waiter last week because they forgot your extra sauce.”

you shrug. “yeah, but he remembered i wanted extra sauce.”

“he called the waiter spiritually useless.”

“in his defense,” you mumble, “the service was kinda bad.”

uraume looks horrified now.

“You’re enabling him.”

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♡ the king of curses enjoys praise a little too much ♡

before you can answer, a large hand settles on top of your head.

warm. heavy.

you look up.

sukuna stands behind your chair, expression unreadable except for the tiny curl at the corner of his mouth.

“Keep talking,” he says lazily. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s said about me in centuries.”

your face heats instantly.

“You were eavesdropping?!”

“You’re loud.”

“You have enhanced hearing!”

“And you have good taste.”

uraume looks between the two of you with the exhausted expression of someone realizing this dynamic is beyond saving.

“unbelievable,” they mutter.

sukuna ignores them completely.

instead, he leans down slightly, resting his chin atop your head for exactly one second before straightening again.

small.

brief.

but enough to make your brain short-circuit.

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♡ bonus : he’s never letting this go ♡

“Oi,” he says suddenly.

you blink up at him. “what?”

“Say the sweet part again.”

Your jaw drops. “Absolutely not.”

His grin widens immediately.

Uraume leaves the kitchen without another word.

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♡ a/n : hope you guys enjoyed !! thank u for reading <3 mwahh

mil talks ૮ • ﻌ - ა. Idk how people write long fics😭😭… like mama is struggling over here help! but this was very cute to make icl 😛 i’ll be trying to make longer fics thanks for the love and support. kisses <3

݁ ˖Ი𐑼⋆off the wall!michael teaching his shy best friend (you) how to kiss and immediately realizing you have no idea what you’re doing with him 😵‍💫 <3

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the camera in the expensive hotel bathroom was mounted on the counter in front of you, while you explained your skincare and makeup routine, occasionally throwing in stories about your husband, who was still snoring away in the bedroom, while you got ready. that’s what you assumed he was doing anyway.

“i don’t usually wear eyeliner because it takes a ridiculous amount of time, but we’re going to try anyway and if i screw up, at least it’ll be free entertainment for everyone watching, and for my husband if he wakes up which probably won’t be until later.”

spoke to soon.

not even a minute later, the bathroom door that was once closed behind you is pushed open and there stands katsuki, who clearly woke up a minute ago considering his hair is a mess and his eyes aren’t fully open. he scratches at his stomach while the staff behind the camera cheer at this sudden appearance. 

you being yourself, also snort at his less than put together appearance and he grinned at the sound. 

“am i supposed piss on camera?”

“don’t say that!”

“what? everyone does it. even you.”

“tsuki!”

collective laughter from behind the camera. you laugh too despite your earlier scold, and he doesn’t waste a second wrapping you up in his tight death grip and lifting you off the ground in a spin while you yelped, and the initial laughter from the staff now turned into “awww!”

“i’m trying to do makeup and you’re ruining the video!”     

trying to keep the ‘annoyed’ demeanour, you gave him a light smack on the arm as he set you back down. that only made him grin wider, and his dimple appeared on his right cheek. you would call him cute if he wasn’t interrupting.

“pretend i’m not even here.” 

except he was here, and it didn’t look like he was planning to let go of you given his grip hadn’t faltered once. katsuki reminded you of meena the elephant from sing sometimes, the way he took up space without even trying, and how we inserted himself in situations that didn’t require his presence. to add to the irony, he stamped a kiss that lasted longer than necessary on your cheek, and when he pulled back there was a small wet patch on your face that earned him a less than amused look from you.

“it hasn’t even been 2 minutes and you’re already ruining my work.” you sighed, reaching for your makeup brush again and dusted over his gross wet patch.

“don’t be so grumpy i’m just showing you how much i love you.”

wow. he was really playing it up today, and you knew it was all with the sole intention of embarrassing you in front of the camera. he was successful so far. your grumbling was cut off as he suddenly swiped the brush in your hand.

“let me help you with this.”

“tsuki!”

your protest fell on deaf ears once again. katsuki didn’t relent but instead, began applying your makeup on for you. on your cheeks and nose and tickling the brush underneath your chin, just to get a reaction out of you. 

you would be lying if you said he was messing it up because surprisingly he wasn’t. usually, he was on cleaning duty when you couldn’t find it in you to do it yourself. he would wipe your face with makeup remover while you slept like the dead. but given this new predicament, you might just exploit him into doing your entire routine for you. he interrupted after all. not like you were holding him against his will. he chose this.

“you’re actually really good at this..”

“i’ve been watching you do your makeup for the past 5 years. i have it all memorised.”

that part was true. he had been watching you do your makeup since you started dating. he proposed after only 2 years which yes, was definitely too early, but katsuki wasn’t the type to wait around when he wanted something. 

“well since you’re here, do my eyeliner too.”

katsuki bent on his knees to get eye level, and just like a professional makeup artist, he glided the eyeliner pen over both your eyes with his other hand. carefully, drawing the wing slowly, as if he was handling a priceless art piece. to him, you were a priceless art peice. he finished cleaning up any mistakes, and kissed the tip of your nose as a signal to open your eyes.

“how does that look?” 

looking at yourself in the mirror, you checked for anything that might need to be fixed. nothing. he did a far better job than you, and under a minute. he wasn’t new to this he was true to this. 

“how did you do it so perfect? i’ve been practicing since the age of 12 and you get it right after a few months.”

“prayer and a steady hand.”

“prayer?”

“you would beat my ass if i messed up.”

 “no i wou- yeah i would.” 

another round of laughter rang through the bathroom, and echoed off the walls except this time, it was louder and clearer. katsuki was much taller and bigger than you. he was also notorious for his temper, so the mental image of you, who was the complete opposite of katsuki, beating him seemed absurd. it wasn’t impossible however, because you’ve demonstrated before in the past that you’re more than capable of beating him into submission. 

since marrying you, katsuki had become another version of his dad. walking on eggshells around his wife. the cherry on top being, the fact he was exactly where he wanted to be. he loved that you could become violent in a matter of seconds. just like his mom did when when katsuki was younger. his very own tung tung tung sahur was the woman he loved most. 

to wrap up the video, he applied your lip gloss on you which he also tried to kiss off you and pouted when you shoved his head aside.

“thank you for watc-“

“next video is gonna be my makeup routine, right?”

he didn’t wait for an answer. katsuki lifted you over his shoulder out the bathroom, while the camera crew lost it all over again and clapped, as if it was a performance, rather than a makeup tutorial. you made a mental note to have him do your makeup from now on, and to also lock the door next time. or not.

ෆ ° • ` 장면: Martin acts all tough and swaggy around everyone else, but the second he's with you? He's all pouty, clingy, asking for kisses, and refusing to let go.

𝟐,𝟐𝟑𝟏 / 𝟏𝟑,𝟐𝟖𝟑 ✶ 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 × 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ★ swag in public. clingy loser in private.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : sweetness overload . public displays of affection . martin being a golden retriever disguised as the school's most intimidating senior . everyone suffering except the happy couple . lots of giggling . lots of hugging . lots of "one more minute." . cavities.

𝐚/𝐧 : first martin fic kinda nervous ... i haven't written a story in a while and i genuinely missed it. we're finally back tho YIPPEE!! i hope you guys enjoy sweet boy <3 kisses >ᴗ<

♫ playing ... Sweet Boy — M͟a͟l͟c͟o͟l͟m͟ ͟T͟o͟d͟d͟ ͟

✉️ 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐥𝐨 : the song has absolutely nothing to do with this fic (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) i literally looked at the title and said, "yup, martin."

` 𓍼 🍰 𝐞𝐥𝐨'𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐩 forever yearning to have a boyfriend like martin cause I'll never have someone like him

A sharp yawn escaped your lips just as the final bell echoed through the school hallways.

The once quiet corridors immediately filled with students rushing out of their classrooms, conversations blending together into a familiar afternoon buzz. Lockers slammed shut one after another, teachers reminded everyone about Monday's assignments, and somewhere down the hall someone had already started playing music from a portable speaker.

You shoved your notebook into your bag with a tired sigh.

It had been one of those weeks.

Too many quizzes.

Too many assignments.

Too little sleep.

All you wanted now was to go home, shower, and spend the rest of the evening doing absolutely nothing.

You slipped your backpack over one shoulder before making your way outside, weaving through the crowd until you reached the school gates.

The warm afternoon breeze greeted you immediately.

Without really thinking about it, your eyes searched the crowd.

And there he was.

Martin.

He was standing a few meters away with one hand buried inside the pocket of his hoodie, lazily scrolling through his phone while waiting for his friends to finish talking. His expression was the same as always—calm, unreadable, almost bored. A few underclassmen walked past him, immediately lowering their voices the second they noticed him.

You couldn't help smiling.

People always reacted like that.

Nobody had actually seen Martin get angry before, but somehow he'd earned the reputation of being one of the most intimidating seniors in school.

Maybe it was the way he rarely smiled.

Maybe it was because he answered everything with a lazy "yeah" or "nah."

Or maybe it was because he always looked like he'd rather be anywhere else.

Whatever the reason was...

They couldn't have been more wrong.

Martin looked up from his phone.

The second his eyes found yours, something softened almost instantly.

The bored expression disappeared.

The corners of his lips lifted into the tiniest smile.

Then, without another thought, he started walking toward you.

Well...

Walking wasn't exactly the right word.

More like dragging his feet dramatically across the pavement.

By the time he reached you, he had already opened his arms.

"Babyyyy."

The word came out as one long whine before he wrapped both arms around your waist without the slightest bit of embarrassment.

You laughed, nearly losing your balance.

"Martin."

"Hm?"

"It's literally been six hours."

"I know."

He buried his face against your shoulder anyway.

"That's a long time."

You let out another laugh, gently poking his side.

"You saw me this morning."

"Still."

"You've been hugging me for..." You glanced at your watch dramatically. "...about fifteen seconds."

"Mhm."

"...Are you planning on letting go?"

"No."

"You've got guitar practice."

"I know."

"You'll be late."

"I know."

"...Martin."

"I know."

"So?"

"So..." He finally looked up at you, resting his chin on your shoulder instead. "Can I stay like this for another minute?"

His eyes met yours.

Those stupid puppy eyes.

You sighed dramatically.

"I hate when you do that."

"What?"

"The face."

"What face?"

"The one that makes me feel guilty."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You absolutely do."

He smiled.

Not the tiny polite smile everyone else got.

Not the awkward smile teachers somehow managed to pull out of him.

A real one.

Bright enough that it made your chest feel warm.

"...Okay," you mumbled.

"You can hug me for another minute."

His smile somehow got even bigger.

"I knew you loved me."

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to."

"You are unbelievably confident."

"You make me confident."

You rolled your eyes, trying very hard not to smile.

"...That was smooth."

"I know."

"...Don't get used to it."

"I already am."

A loud whistle suddenly echoed from somewhere behind him.

"Ew."

Martin didn't even flinch.

Another voice joined in almost immediately.

"Can you two do this somewhere else? Some of us are trying to walk."

Martin lazily turned his head just enough to see his friends standing a few feet away.

Seonghyeon was trying—and failing—not to laugh.

Keonho looked like he'd witnessed the most embarrassing thing imaginable.

"You've been standing there for like two minutes," Keonho complained. "Move."

Martin looked at him blankly.

"No."

"You have practice."

"No."

"The teacher's literally waiting."

"No."

Keonho stared at him for a long second.

Then he looked at you.

"...Can you tell your boyfriend he's insufferable?"

You smiled innocently.

"I've been trying."

Martin immediately hugged you tighter.

"I'm being attacked."

"You deserve it."

"No, I don't."

"You absolutely do."

"I came here to love my girlfriend."

"You've been doing that for five minutes."

"I need more."

Keonho physically gagged.

"Oh my God."

Seonghyeon shook his head with a quiet laugh.

"I keep forgetting he acts like this around you."

You tilted your head.

"...Like what?"

"Like..." He searched for the right word before pointing at Martin, who was still clinging to you without shame.

"...That."

Martin frowned.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing."

"There better not be."

"You literally looked like you were about to cry because she said you had to go to practice."

"I wasn't crying."

"You were pouting."

"I wasn't."

"You absolutely were."

Martin looked at you.

"...Was I pouting?"

You bit the inside of your cheek.

"...Maybe a little."

"A little?"

"Mhm."

He gasped dramatically.

"You betrayed me."

"I answered honestly."

"I thought we were a team."

"We are."

"So why'd you expose me?"

"Because it was funny."

"...Wow."

You laughed again, reaching up to fix a few strands of his messy hair that had fallen over his eyes during all the dramatic hugging.

The moment your fingers brushed against his forehead, Martin went completely still.

His eyes never left yours.

"What?"

He smiled softly.

"...Nothing."

"You keep saying that."

"I just like when you do that."

"Do what?"

"This."

He gently took your hand before pressing it against his cheek for a second.

Your heart nearly gave out.

"Martin..."

"Hm?"

"...Your friends are literally watching."

"I know."

"Aren't you embarrassed?"

He looked genuinely confused.

"Why would I be?"

"Because they're staring."

"They'll survive."

Keonho sighed loudly from behind him.

"I won't."

"I'm losing years off my life."

Seonghyeon chuckled.

"I told you."

"Told me what?"

"That he'd forget we existed the second he saw her."

Martin finally looked over his shoulder.

"Oh."

"...You guys are still here?"

Keonho blinked.

"...Still here?"

"I forgot."

"You forgot your own friends?"

Martin shrugged casually.

"I was busy."

"Doing what?"

He looked back at you before answering as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"...Looking at my girlfriend."

Keonho stared at him in complete disbelief.

"I actually can't stand you."

"You'll live."

"I hope guitar practice is miserable."

"It won't be."

"I hope you break a string."

Martin immediately frowned.

"...That's too far."

"You deserve it."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do."

You couldn't stop laughing.

Every single day it was the same thing.

The quiet, "too cool to care" Martin everyone knew somehow disappeared the second you were around.

And honestly...

You didn't think anyone would believe you if you told them.

Keonho looked like he was one sarcastic comment away from walking home by himself.

"I've seen enough," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can we please leave before they start kissing in front of the school?"

"We're not kissing," you said, laughing.

Martin looked down at you.

"...Can we?"

Your eyes widened.

"...Martin."

"What?"

"...No."

"Oh."

He sounded genuinely disappointed.

From somewhere behind the group came a snort.

James had just walked out of the school building with his backpack slung over one shoulder, headphones hanging around his neck. He took one look at Martin practically glued to your side before bursting into laughter.

"There he goes."

Juhoon appeared beside him a second later, carrying two guitar cases.

"I knew we'd find him exactly like this."

James pointed dramatically at Martin.

"This is the guy people are scared of?"

Martin didn't even spare him a glance.

"I'm busy."

"You've been busy for ten minutes."

"I'm still busy."

James turned to you with the most serious expression imaginable.

"Does he...ever let go?"

You looked down at Martin's hand, still intertwined with yours.

"...Not really."

James slowly nodded.

"Wow."

"I know."

"He even texts me during lunch asking where you are."

Martin finally looked up.

"I do not."

"You literally sent me 'Have you seen my girlfriend?'"

"Because you were in the library."

"You thought I kidnapped her?"

"I didn't know."

James threw both hands into the air.

"See?!"

Juhoon laughed quietly before adjusting the guitar case on his shoulder.

"I still think my favorite was when he almost skipped rehearsal because she caught a cold."

Martin frowned.

"She was sick."

"It was a runny nose," Juhoon corrected.

"You were acting like she had six months left to live," James added.

Martin looked completely unashamed.

"She sneezed."

"...Everybody sneezes."

"She sneezed twice."

James stared at him.

"...You're unbelievable."

Martin simply shrugged.

"I care."

"I know you care," James replied. "I'm saying you care too much."

Martin tilted his head.

"I don't think that's possible."

Keonho immediately pointed at him.

"That sentence right there."

"Exactly!" James agreed.

Juhoon couldn't stop smiling.

"You know what's funny?"

"What?" you asked.

"The entire first semester..." He looked at you before chuckling to himself. "Martin swore he'd never date anyone."

James laughed.

"Oh my God, I forgot."

"You what?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Juhoon nodded.

"He kept saying relationships were distracting."

"'Too much effort,'" James quoted dramatically.

"'Waste of time,'" Keonho added.

"'I'm never becoming one of those clingy couples,'" Juhoon finished.

The three of them slowly turned toward Martin.

Who was...

Still holding your hand.

Still standing close enough that your shoulders touched.

Still absentmindedly tracing little circles across the back of your hand with his thumb.

James couldn't hold it in anymore.

"You lasted, what...?"

He pretended to think.

"...Two weeks?"

Martin sighed.

"I changed my mind."

"You changed your entire personality."

"I did not."

"You absolutely did."

James looked at you.

"Please tell me he wasn't this clingy when you first started dating."

You smiled.

"...Actually..."

Martin suddenly looked nervous.

"...Don't."

You glanced at him.

"You sure?"

He already knew where this was going.

"...Babyyyy."

"Nope."

James' eyes lit up immediately.

"Oh, this is gonna be good."

You tried not to laugh.

"The first time we held hands..."

Martin covered his face with one hand.

"...Please."

"...He wouldn't let go."

James gasped dramatically.

"No way."

"Even after I got on my bus."

Juhoon blinked.

"...Seriously?"

"He literally walked beside the bus window while we were waiting for it to leave."

Keonho bent over laughing.

"I REMEMBER THAT!"

"You do?" James asked.

"I thought he was saying goodbye normally."

Keonho pointed at Martin.

"He stood there looking like someone had just divorced him."

Martin groaned.

"It wasn't that bad."

"It was worse," Juhoon laughed.

"You looked like a lost puppy."

James wiped an imaginary tear from his eye.

"This is beautiful."

"It's embarrassing," Martin corrected.

"It is," James agreed. "For you."

Martin finally looked at you, cheeks faintly pink.

"...You're all making fun of me."

You smiled sweetly.

"A little."

"I thought you were on my side."

"I am."

"Then defend me."

"Hm..."

You pretended to think for a moment before smiling again.

"...No."

James immediately high-fived you.

"I like her."

"I liked her first," Martin mumbled.

"You don't own her."

"I know."

"...But she's my girlfriend."

The words came out so naturally that everyone went quiet for a second.

Martin didn't even seem to notice.

He just smiled to himself, giving your hand another gentle squeeze as if saying it out loud was enough to make him happy all over again.

James looked between the two of you before dramatically clutching his chest.

"I can't do this anymore."

Juhoon laughed.

"What now?"

"I'm happy for them."

"That's a good thing."

"No, it's making me feel lonely."

Keonho nodded in agreement.

"I've been third-wheeling these two since they started dating."

James sighed.

"One day..."

He pointed toward the sky.

"...I'll find someone who looks at me the way Martin looks at her."

Juhoon glanced at Martin, who was already looking at you again with that same soft expression.

"...Yeah."

He smiled to himself.

"...Good luck beating that."