BEST THRIFTIER I KNOW
Synopsis: Going thrifting with your bf was supposed to be a cute spontaneous idea after your date until when he showed you what he got, and it was all things you would’ve worn non-idol!martin but Cortis still all lives tg. cringy ass kiss at the end….
Credits: @sunnliqht (for dividers) and all credits to the pictures (from pinterest)
A/n: first fic in like forever?! omg… don’t mind how ass this is, hopefully i’ll continue to be more creative and write more I also tried to not make it too OOC so if i did pls let me know so i can fix it! Black! reader still can read if not black. Reader is implied to have a similar style to Martin Inspired from the time i went thrifting and couldn’t find anything and my sister had a bunch of cute items T-T. NOT PROOFREAD (couldn’t bring myself too)
It was supposed to be a cute spontaneous activity after your dinner date. considering you guys were just wandering around when the small shop caught your eye.
“We should go in.” “it’ll be so much fun” you tell him already tugging his arm leading him towards the shop he didn’t put much of a fight, he personally loved shopping.
When you opened the door and the little bell at the top chimed is when you realized you were going to be in the shop a lot more often. It was filled with clothes, accessories, and trinkets. it was filled with perfect warm light that didn’t make it over bearing to be in the shop.
“How come we’ve never been here before?” He asks already walking around excited like a kid in a candy store.
“you told me you’ve been to all the thrift stores in town.”
“I have i just said we haven’t shopped here before babe.”
“yeah right.”
As much as you loved Martin he liked to dramatize things a lot including some of his life experiences.
it had only taken you a few minutes to find out which sections were which. the far left sides were tops and the right side was bottom wear and attire the back was everything not clothing wise. You both had agreed to split up so you could “Maximize” your shopping experience.
you’d gotten a few tops, pants, and accessories and trinkets even found matching key chains for the both of you when you got a text from him
“I know your js short but why did u disappear ? i’m at the front when you decide to reemerge”
you went up quickly holding the items in your arm when you see martin carrying twice as much as you.
“How are you gonna fit that in your closet isn’t it already busting out of the seams?” you ask reminding him of the many many clothes he already owns
“That’s not important.” he says holding up his hand.
You feel sort of pity for the cashier when she keep scanning all of martins stuff. When you guys get back to his dorm you do a haul. yours is short having items that you would wear on a daily basis.
“Thats nice really cute fits your style.” he says after you show him a top but your suspicious he’s jittery not nervous but excited. When it’s his turn you have to control yourself from screaming. it’s no secret he’s good at fashion it’s what you first noticed about him but this is another level.
“Where the hell did you find that?” You ask when he shows the embroidered dark baggy jeans.
“It was right where you were i was hoping you wouldn’t find it.” He says with a cheeky smile. seeing how steam was practically coming out of your ears.
“This isn’t fair you already have too many clothes you won’t be able to find room for these.” Grabbing the Ralph Lauren polo he miraculously found.
“It’s not my fault you’rere not a thrift god like me.”
“what you are is full of yourself.” You huff putting the shirt back and already watching him put the clothes away. He can feel you watching turning to you.
“Don’t be sad next time we go i’ll show you my secret skills.” he says alrasy making his way back and leaning over you noses almost touching.
“I don’t need your help, i’ll find better clothes next time by myself.” not backing away from him. Competitiveness coming over you but not being able to hide our smile with him being this close.
“if you say so.” He says a lot more quietly just looking at you, not even sure if he actually heard you.
“stop staring.”
“i’m not.”
“you are.”
Your banter didn’t move either of you still close noses touching and smiles plastered on both of your faces. you open your mouth to speak he cuts you off pressing his lips against yours. You could feel him smiling like an idiot but a sweet one. Pulling back and you were right all 32 were showing when he looked at you.
“That doesn’t mean i’m not stealing some of those clothes by the way.”
“you do that anyways”
